章 112: Competition -7

"Bruh," Nathan now looked at Dimas's bald friend. "Next time, get used to respecting other people's things. If you want your things to be respected by others,"

            "Sorry, sorry… this is all my fault," Dimas finally interceded. "No, take this little brother's bag. After all, he is one of the basketball participants here. Don't let all the children think badly of our campus because of our bad behaviour. And make our campus feared. Maybe they don't care for those who want to study here again," said Dimas. But somehow, Nathan looked at him differently. A rebuke or even arrogance was told by the tall figure in front of him.

            "Oh yeah, what's your name? From which high school?" asked one of Dimas' other friends who had curly hair. Meanwhile, the bald boy had already taken Nathan's bag and returned it to Dimas, not Nathan.

            "But boss, he already threw your head with this ugly bag," repeated the bald head.