
Physics class was very tortuous for Fu Jiu. Even though he had already laid a thick layer of tissue there, the feeling of dampness was still very clear.
He still records what the physics teacher taught. At the very least, he recorded the general facts, so that the god could better help him predict exam matters.
As the class made its way to the final stage, Fu Jiu's stomach started to hurt a lot. He could only put his head back on the table again.
He fell back asleep in a daze.
The physics teacher did not wake him up.
He remained in that position until the lunch break just like that.
Xue Yaoyao looked at the young man and took out some money from her school bag. He ran downstairs because he wanted to give Fu Jiu some medicine for his stomach ache and also brought lunch so that Fu Jiu could eat something hot.
There were a few more girls checking on Fu Jiu. When they were convinced that the young man had just slept, they left without worry.
At lunch, he still needs to eat.
There are still two hours left before class starts again in the afternoon. Most of the students in the class go to the cafeteria.
There were also two or maybe three students who were so diligent that they still buried their heads in their exam papers. Monthly exams are coming up, and completing one more practice problem means another point will be scored during the actual exam, so they ask their classmates to bring them back a meal to save time.
But today, these two or three children were escorted by their sharp gazes.
The man in the lead closed the front door, making sure that Fu Jiu was the only one left in the classroom, before he winked at the man behind.
Fu Jiu was still down on his desk. Her silver hair fell over her face, and only her beautiful jaw was visible.
Perhaps due to his instinctive sensitivity to danger, Fu Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and saw a pair of Nike shoes stopping in front of him. Fu Jiu's left hand on the table paused for a moment, and he raised his head. He looked at the man in front of him and slowly sat up straight.
As he sat down, his eyes checked the back door.
Six more people appeared in the class two in the front, two in the back, and the other two were holding wooden sticks in their hands. The two people looked at him, and they smacked a wooden stick into their palms. They are clearly seeking revenge.
And. This is organized revenge planned in advance.
It's not that simple.
Fu Jiu narrowed his eyes and curled the corner of his mouth upwards. He looked at the man in front of him. Although her lips were pale, she did not look stressed surrounded like this. Instead, he put one hand into his pocket and laughed mischievously, “What? Liu Zongming, you didn't kick enough the other day?”
"You! Go to hell, you perverted gay!” It was as if Fu Jiu had lit Liu Zongming's anger switch. He lifted the wooden stick up high and swung it towards Fu Jiu.
But to his great surprise, just before the stick hit him, Fu Jiu had dodged and raised his leg, kicking his kneecap hard!
Liu Zongming's face turned pale from the pain, and he immediately knelt down!
Everyone else around them was dumbfounded and frozen.
"Wait what else, catch him!" Liu Zongming held onto his kneecap, gritted his teeth, and roared in a low voice, "Think about the money that Young Master Fu promised us!"
Young Master Fu?
Despite the extremely bad weather, Fu Jiu did not miss the important message in this sentence.
So that bastard is the real culprit behind this!
Fu Jiu bowed and avoided the other wooden sticks that came at him.
With such heavy movements, all he could feel was a flood down there. He feels very uncomfortable. He did not look them in the eyes at all, only his pants were soaked, and he had to leave immediately. Otherwise, if these people found something, it meant that the bastard would also know!