Liu Qigong looked at Tang Yu palely. Although he was angry, he couldn't say anything. Even Zhong Liang, the founder of Judo and the lifelong honorary president, was afraid of him. His little president was a fart.

The boy who put on the film beside Liu Qigong's face turned pale and seemed to be unable to bear his breath. He was very proud of himself. Thinking that the president was so kind to him, he was not so angry. He was so good, and his face was pale. "President, the girl next to this kid is good. First turn him over, then turn her over!"

"Pop!" A clear and crisp...