Shall We Make a Video

Wu Chengjian looked at Wang Yan and then Chen Xiaoming, his face full of pain.

"He hit you?!"

The young master asked confidently, "Yes! Didn't you see it just now?"

"Uh..."

Wu Chengjian choked.

It seemed like there was indeed an attack, but looking at the outcome... he had a pig's head, and you only lost two buttons.

Are you sure you didn't deliberately tear off your clothes to flirt with girls?

Dumpling stood behind Wu Chengjian and kept glancing inside of Wang Yan's clothes.

Pervert!

There was a school security guard next to Wu Chengjian, and Li Xiuli, the class teacher of tourism class, was also standing next to him. She was an older sister with a very serious expression, and she wsa wearing a pair of black-framed glasses.

She waved her hand from afar, "Chen Xiaoming, He Miaomiao, come over here!"

When Chen Xiaoming dawdled in front of her, she asked solemnly, "Chen Xiaoming, what's going on?"