Gu Yang held the jacket and phone Feng Jue handed over and blinked, looking at him in surprise.
Feng Jue walked straight to the horizontal bar and jumped lightly, grabbing the horizontal bar with both hands.
The young man was wearing a white shirt. He was fair and handsome, and his figure was thin. His arms were well-defined, fair, and slender.
Wang Lingyu did not expect that someone would really stand up. When he saw that it was Feng Jue, he revealed a look of disdain. "Is there no one left in Class 1? Are you letting a gigolo defend you? Hmph. Just do it. Let's see how many you can do!"
Zhu Di, Lu Mao, and the others were also surprised. They did not expect Feng Jue, who had always been low-key and obedient, to step forward.
Zhu Di asked Gu Yang softly, her tone suspicious, "Yangyang, can Feng Jue do it?"
She could not be blamed for doubting Feng Jue. It was just that Feng Jue was thin and fair, and he looked like a weak scholar.