Chapter 27 Class Monitor_2

But, like before, to directly punch and kick, or to strike someone with a chair, knocking them to the ground so they can't get up, splattering blood everywhere, that's a completely different matter.

For kids who have been studying quietly at school for the past dozen years, just seeing someone bleed from being beaten is enough to send them into a panic.

"Class president, you've arrived."

Shi Hui turned his head and saw the short-haired girl approaching, and greeted her with a smile.

The class president didn't acknowledge him, going straight to the student lying on the ground to kneel beside him, and whispered:

"Are you okay?"

"...Yeah, ugh, I..."

The injured boy's face was pale, and he still seemed a bit in shock.

His face and arms bore the purple bruises from being hit, but the worst part was his exposed thigh, a bloody mess, a sight too dreadful to endure, with blood on the floor obviously coming from this wound.