Power Struggle, Class 8.
From the right side of the podium, Right Protector Yang Sheng announced, "Now auctioning Zhang Chi! Everyone is welcome to bid freely!"
Zhang Chi's face turned livid.
He had just lost a bet, and before he could blink, he was being put up for auction—a complete one-stop package that caught him totally off guard.
Unfortunately, Zhang Chi was the sort of guy everyone hated. Even with Yang Sheng hosting the auction, no one showed any desire to bid on him.
For a moment, the room actually fell silent.
Seeing this, Wang Longlong took the initiative. He rolled up a book into a megaphone and began promoting the item. "Ahem, we now present today's final auction! Up for auction is Class 8's most unruly man—Zhang Chi!"
"Do you want this unruly man to bow and scrape before you from now on?"
"If you do, come on! One yuan—just one yuan!"
Thinking of the disgusting Zhang Chi, Pang Jiao roared, "Three eighty! I bid three eighty!"
Wang Yanyan said, "Oh, Jiaojiao, why did you pick that number?"
Pang Jiao said, "Hahaha, because he's a three-eight, an asshole!"
Zhang Chi glared at her furiously, his venomous gaze seeming ready to beat her to death on the spot.
Zhang Yifei covered her mouth, her eyes rolling. "A three-eight is way better than him!"
Zhang Chi was enraged. "Who the hell are you calling that?"
Standing up for her friend, Pang Jiao's broad face bloomed like a sunflower afflicted with bald patches. "Whoever's a three-eight is who we're talking about!"
Zhang Chi pointed at her. "Say that again?"
Pang Jiao's thick lips seemed fitted with a vibrating device, going, "Three-eight, three-eight, three-eight..."
Zhang Chi suddenly flew into a rage. He grabbed a textbook off the desk and hurled it at Pang