With a straight face, Ye Ying had been listening to their conversation for a long while. Grabbing He Jiamin who was dashing out, she whispered, "Class is about to start. You want to be scolded by a teacher?"
Damn it. She almost forgot that Ye Jian was a good fighter!
One second ago, He Jiamin was still arrogant. At the mention of the past, she was dejected immediately.
Avoiding eye contact with Ye Jian, He Jiamin went back to her seat, crestfallen.
At the sight of this, the surrounding classmates more or less looked down on He Jiamin.
Not only did she bully her classmate, but she was also as timid as a rat. They wondered why she had the confidence to go against Ye Jian.
At noon, the names of the students who had registered for the competition of the night were heard from the school broadcast.
When Ye Jian's name was heard from the broadcast again, the students in the entire school gasped in astonishment.