Wu Muzhe's gaze was slightly cold, his right middle finger placed on the center of his glasses, his voice low and absolutely rational.
"Then I'll have to stop you."
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Until a stern female voice rang out from not far away: "Have you finished your laps?"
Huang Ying dragged her somewhat weak body and walked over slowly, dressed in camouflage special training clothes, wearing custom leather boots, exuding an aura of competence from top to bottom.
You Le glared at Wu Muzhe and spat out, "I'll make you yield sooner or later."
Qin Muyao in the crowd saw the teacher arriving and breathed a sigh of relief, then a hint of complacency flashed in her eyes and she even provocatively looked at the students of class 8 glaring at her.
"Qin Muyao, step out!"
Qin Muyao's smile at the corner of her mouth froze, and she turned to look at Huang Ying.
Huang Ying's face was expressionless, her gaze extremely severe.
