I looked at him provocatively. Zhang Yuda looked around. Eight classes of students were all brushing at him. Wang Li even took out his mobile phone and pointed it at us. He didn't know whether it was a video or a photo.

After all, Zhang Yuda's fist dared not fall, and his blue veins on his forehead rose sharply, reaching the edge of eruption.

"Are you upset?" I despise it again.

"You..." Zhang Yuda waved his fist again. His eyes stared at me dead. He could not get off the stage at all. Instead, his face turned red. He was neither beating nor letting go of his hands.

"Zhang Yuda,...