"I am, but Nima scared my aunt and grandmother to death."

Running out of the corridor leading to the bathroom and standing among thousands of people, Chen Xiao, frightened and frightened, stopped and clapped his hands on his small chest, still beating wildly. He looked back palpitatively and said, "That madman, did not catch up?"

"No, no."

Qi Jun was relieved.

They are all troubled teenagers. They are even the most influential people in the Third Middle School. When they fight alone, they move knives, take bricks, scratch faces and knock teeth off. That's all right.

But they never saw that Yang Xiao, who seemed to wave carelessly in the...