"Who did this?" As soon as Leng Chenxi arrived at school, he saw the large fonts on the poster. He grabbed a boy and asked angrily while grabbing his collar.
"Yes... yes... Team A of the school newspaper took the photo yesterday..." The boy said hesitantly, and then he was pushed to the ground by Leng Chenxi.
Immediately afterwards...
"It hurts... Damn it, you are just a useless trash now. Why are you dragging me? Without the blessing of the Leng Group, you are nothing! It's only a matter of time before An Zhixi runs away with others!" said the school newspaper.
A handsome guy with dark green hair inside said coldly, even if the corners of his mouth were covered in blood, he was still very handsome.
"Shut up! An Zhixi is mine! It's mine!!! What happened yesterday was just an accident, an accident!!! Damn it..." He went crazy and punched the dark green-haired handsome guy in the face.
"Really? Do you really think that? You will lose... purely because you are too conceited!" Mo Zihan walked out of a classroom and punched Leng Chenxi.
"President? You may be a little late here. What should I do? I'm disfigured..." The handsome man with dark green hair wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, with disdain in his eyes, releasing a trace of evil energy.
"What about you? Illegitimate son!" Leng Chenxi looked at him as if he had no soul. Then, under Mo Zihan's furious fist, he didn't even frown, just... let him beat him.
I really hope to die like this
In that case, would you be happy?
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"Teacher, the teacher is bad. Mo Zihan and Leng Chenxi are beating each other in the school newspaper... the situation is very serious!" A little girl hurried over to inform the English teacher.
"Leng Chenxi..."
"How is he! Tell me quickly...How is Leng Chenxi!!!" An Zhixi, who was sitting in her seat, suddenly rushed forward and shook the girl desperately...
"Ahem...at the school newspaper..."
She rushed out without saying a word. Ouyang Shengsheng looked at her back with red eyes...
"Stop! I won't let you hurt him!" An Zhixi rushed forward and shouted loudly
Mo Zihan's fist was hanging in the air and he turned his head to look at her blankly.
"Why are you doing this, why are you hurting yourself like this..." She hugged him, and he looked at her...reached out to touch her tears: "You're here..."
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"Why don't you fight back?" Mo Zihan looked at him coldly and asked without warmth.
"Because... I want to die..." His deep voice kept lingering in her ears.