บท 46: 046 Ye Wanlan: Which hand touched it? [Second Update]

After stepping on it, Sheng Song kicked the cup away with his foot.

The cup rolled clattering into the distance, ending up in some unknown corner.

Sheng Song was very pleased with his handiwork; he clapped his hands and strode away.

With a cold smile, he thought, this was just the beginning.

Four and a half hours later, at 6:50 in the morning, students had started to arrive at school one after another.

Class 2-1 was in chaos, everyone crowded around Ye Wanlan's desk.

"Quick, clean this up before the new student arrives. Who did this? I was the last to leave yesterday, and nothing like this had happened."

"Even if we tidy up, we can't conceal it—the books are ruined, and the library isn't open yet, so we can't get new ones."

"Who did this? Who the hell did this?" the vice monitor yelled, "If you really dislike the new student, confront them face to face. Is it human to do such cowardly things behind someone's back?"