Strategy

After getting a taste of the sweet stuff, Zhang Chi took advantage of everyone watching the snowball fight to search around. Sure enough, he found another snowman using a Satsuma Mandarin.

He picked it off and happily ate it.

After that, his luck seemed to run out. Zhang Chi could no longer find any Satsuma Mandarins. When he passed another snowman, the more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Chi leaped up and kicked apart the snowman two junior girls had painstakingly built.

It really was satisfying! Zhang Chi had discovered a new source of joy. Whenever he encountered a snowman, he gave it a kick—one kick per little snowman.

He found another snowman with an enormous head and charged at it from afar.

Several junior girls were crouching beside the snowman, posing for pictures.

Two freshman boys were taking photos for them. Halfway through, Zhang Chi kicked the snowman to pieces.

One of the boys flew into a rage. "Is something wrong with your brain?"

Seeing that the two boys were of ordinary build, Zhang Chi retorted, "You can build snowmen, so why can't I kick them?"

"Fuck!" The freshman boys came forward, ready to fight Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi stood where he was and sneered. "Try it if you're not afraid of getting expelled!"

As soon as he said that, the boys remembered Wu Yunzhi's group as a cautionary example and immediately hesitated.

The other boy was smarter. "Hit him with snowballs!"

With that, a snowball struck Zhang Chi in the chest! Zhang Chi grinned viciously. "Just you two?"

At that moment, several other indignant freshman boys shouted in unison, "And us!"

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight snowballs came whistling toward him.

Zhang Chi was one against five.