"Ha, uncle, you're really skilled at pretending. When you show off, your face doesn't turn red, and your heart doesn't skip a beat. You're truly a role model for us on the path of pretending."
Zhu Gou sneered, his eyes full of disdain and sarcasm as he laughed.
"Ugh, today's high school students have such low standards. With your level, I bet your dad regrets not just splatting you against the wall."
Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously, walked up to Zhu Gou, weighed the wooden stick in his hand, and sneered coldly.
"Fuck your mother, what did you say?"
Zhu Gou squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade, locked onto Ye Xuan's body, and said harshly, "Do you really think holding a stick makes you tough? I'll teach you a lesson in minutes."
As he spoke, Zhu Gou disdainfully stretched his head forward, taunting, "You idiot, if you have the guts, hit me here. See if I dare to mess you up."
Bang!
As soon as Zhu Gou finished speaking.
A wooden stick smashed onto his head.
