The Last Exam Room.
Qi Tianheng lay on the ground, cursing. Zhao Xiaofeng, seated in front of him, hurriedly left his seat and helped him up.
"Tian Ge, are you okay?"
Qi Tianheng dusted himself off in embarrassment and glared furiously at Pang Jiao.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you? Are you looking to die?"
Pang Jiao's broad face was impatient, her large, glossy, lipstick-smeared lips curling in mockery. "You were sitting too close. I was making some room for you."
Zhao Xiaofeng had roughly figured out what had happened. He accused her, "You fucking started this on purpose, didn't you?"
With that, he stepped forward and clenched his fist. The contours of strong muscles showed on his arm, thicker than those of an ordinary student. His tiger eyes were wide with menace! Any normal student would definitely feel intimidated facing him head-on.
Yet Pang Jiao did not back down. She abruptly stood up and confronted Zhao Xiaofeng face-to-face. "How dare you falsely accuse me!"
At that moment, Zhao Xiaofeng's face was only five centimeters from Pang Jiao's.
His pupils shrank from the assault. He could see the blackheads on Pang Jiao's nose, her pockmarks, her rough skin, and her greasy lips.
He could even feel the foul miasma from her mouth.
The stench made Zhao Xiaofeng hold his breath as he groaned inwardly, Fuck, I can't take this...
Wu Xiaoqi, seated in front, opened his eyes and watched the show without even blinking.
Duan Shigang behind them acted the same way. Both of them had suffered at Pang Jiao's hands before.
The entire exam room's attention gathered around them, everyone eagerly anticipating something exciting.
Further back, Zhang Yifei cheered for her friend, shouting, "So you're bullying a girl?"
Zhao Xiaofeng was caught between advancing and retreating. Just then,