"How are you? How are you? " Yang Xue looks at the gold team with concern.

the gold team wiped the blood on their lips and said, "it's OK."

"what to do? We can't go out? "

the gold team sighed helplessly and said, "if you can't go out, you can't go out. It must be the ghost of Cheng XIONGTIAN. I'm afraid our class will win tomorrow, so we'll use this despicable means and want to detain me here. Hum."

Yang Xuemei looks around: "what can I do? Isn't your class going to lose? "

the gold team snorted: "lose? Hum, without me, we can win as well. "...