Especially Zhou Jie, who watched as Qi Lin continued to pound his fists on the desk, the number of black lines on his forehead increasing.
Fuck, motherfucker, we invited you to teach students, goddamn it, why are you picking a fight with my desk for no reason.
At this moment, Qi Lin seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, his fists already covered in fresh blood.
"Break, break, break..."
Accompanied by the deafening sound of pounding, Zhou Jie almost covered his ears as he walked over.
"Crack!"
Finally, under Qi Lin's relentless pummeling, the metal desk finally collapsed.
The legs of the desk snapped, and the whole desktop fell heavily to the ground, emitting a piercing collision sound.
"Yay, it's collapsed!"
The students from Second Middle School were as excited as if they were on chicken blood, screaming with excitement.
"Six hundred!"
Zhou Jie's voice was cold as his gaze swept over the three collapsed desks and one with a dented tabletop, he slowly said.
"Six hundred?"