Pei Ziheng looked at the few people blocking his way, with Qi Gang from his class leading them.
Although the school year had just started half a month ago, Qi Gang had already become the undisputed bully of the class, especially fond of picking on female students.
Watching Qi Gang and his cronies walk away triumphantly, Pei Ziheng pursed his lips and slowly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and continued towards the school with small, measured steps.
Zhao Yun was punished to stand again because he hadn't completed his homework.
But he didn't care at all. Not doing his homework was routine for him; it would be a surprise if he did.
Out of sheer boredom, a handsome and indifferent little boy came before him and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "From now on, I'll help you with your homework."
Zhao Yun, as if he heard a joke, spat out, "Where did this brat come from, scram!"