Because You Are Soft-Hearted

In the classroom of the experimental class of the Affiliated Middle School, there was a bloody storm, the smell of gunpowder was so strong that it was choking, and a century-old war was inevitable. The students stood in a circle and watched quietly. No one dared to go up and break up the fight. This is a battle related to personal dignity and personal status. The winner will get the top brother of the attached middle school, the supreme status above the students under the teachers. This kind of big event related to the future situation of the entire school is naturally the focus of the whole school. Hua Mingfan flipped up his forehead hair angrily, with a calm expression: "Fistes don't recognize men and women, so don't blame me for making you scream when you get beaten later." "I'll beat you if you want. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zhao Ling frowned and looked at him, his words filled with anger. "Okay." Hua Mingfan lazily chatted with her and waved to her. A few seconds later, Hua Mingfan was lying on the ground with bruises on his forehead and Zhao Lingnan's feet on his chest. Later, this battle was recorded in the history of the classmates who were attached to the high school. The former leader Hua Mingfan lost to his girlfriend, fell from the altar, and retired to the mountains and forests. That's the story, and of course, it's just the beginning.