His bright black eyes carried a terrifying chill. One look and one could tell that he was the type of person who should not be provoked. On the first day of entering the school, he had beaten up Zhao Yuyao and sent him to hospital. He was ruthless and ruthless, and his punches hit all the vital points.
From that day onwards, Class Twenty treated Wen Huai like a god. Not only was he good in his studies, but he was also good at martial arts. His looks were also impeccable. He was simply the perfect male god.
After Wen Huai spoke, the discussion died out and the entire classroom fell silent. Even Zhao Yuyao just rubbed his nose and kept silent.
About ten minutes later, Yang Jingting came in with the lesson plan. He looked very happy. "Today, we have two new students in Class Twenty. Everyone, welcome…"