Everyone said that Wen Yufeng was the school bully of No. 1 High School.
Cutting classes, fighting, poor grades, smoking and clubbing to make girlfriends, he did all kinds of bad things.
Until a young talented girl from middle school skipped some grades.
“Brother Yu, the grandsons of No. 3 High School are looking for trouble again! What should we do?”
The boy flung aside his cigarette, his eyes narrowed, and his handsome face was lazy and ruthless: “Kill them.”
At night, the fiendish entourage arrived at the door of the No. 1 class.
A slender beautiful girl was standing at the boys’ desk.
Her voice was soft.
“He hasn’t finished his vocabulary, so he can’t go.”