From this moment on, the three of them could only become the laughingstock of everyone. Living like this, Sikong Chen felt it was no different from being dead.
If considering transferring schools, the shadow cast by this incident would haunt him for life.
In that case, Sikong Chen couldn't imagine having the strength to move on from all this.
But no matter how they said it, Sikong Chen and the others were just teenagers in high school, no match for the four thuggish hoodlums in front of them.
Sikong Chen glanced around and saw that the only exit from the room was blocked by the hoodlums Yu Haichen had brought.
The three of them were now stuck with nowhere to escape.
"Guys, maybe we should just beg for mercy. It's better than getting beaten to a pulp!"
At this moment, Zhong Xiujie's face went pale, and he looked fearfully at the two beside him, his voice trembling as he spoke.
"You can kneel by yourself if you want. I'd rather die than kneel to this piece of trash!"
