"You wanna die!"
Yan Fei quickly came back to his senses, grabbed the stool and smashed it on Chen Han's head: "Fuck you, I don't kill you, you are the one who raised you!"
No one dared to stop his violence, Zhou Mengmeng was completely stunned, and many of the girl classmates screamed and ran away or covered their eyes.
In the past, there were people who dared to offend Yan Fei, but without exception, they were all beaten to death. Is this handsome, handsome, and personable transfer student out of his mind?
Pong!
The stool fell hard on the arm that was blocking the forehead at some point, and it was torn apart on the spot.
With disbelief in everyone's eyes, Chen Han didn't seem to have been hurt in the slightest, and his right hand reached forward a little and grabbed Yan Fei's neck. In his opinion, it was only a pitiful force, which made Yan Fei lift his feet off the ground, and his neck made a faint clicking sound, as if his neck bones would be crushed at any time.
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