Zhang Yang's class finally won. Anan took out his cell phone and made a phone call to 120. Then he came and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and grinned, "thank you. If it wasn't for you, our class would have failed."

"ha ha! Thank you for what? " Zhang Yang wipes the blood on his handle and grins, "didn't you say everything? It's our class, so am I! "

"yes! Our class. " Zhang Xiaobao also came over from the side, patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, and smiled, "today is really thanks to you. At least half of these people are killed by you, right?"

"where! More than...