They Are Not Human!

Chapter 107: Tak Chi Middle School 12

The expressions on the faces of a dozen people in the class were slightly different, but their eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold, and they looked at Zhang Yang gloomily.

The air was dead silent, and the thick, nauseating smell of paint lingered on the nose, stimulating the senses.

Zhang Yang's face turned pale.

He slowed down, tugged up his sleeves stiffly, thinking to himself, if you lose, you won't lose.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, raised the volume, and asked the thin bamboo pole vigorously: "Didn't you **** lock me in?!"

His voice was very hoarse, and at the moment he was talking like a worn-out bellows, with sharp threads in the rough.

Hearing this, a smile gradually appeared on the thin bamboo pole's face, as if he was enjoying a farce.

"Don't wrong good people, what do I care about you for no reason?"

The others nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, why did he shut you up?"

"Did you quarrel?"

"There's no quarrel, is it okay?"

"You won't walk around and be locked inside, will you?"

...

Everyone, you said every word and I spoke every word, and the words inside and outside were all directed at the thin bamboo pole.

"It's your morning..." Zhang Yang's voice was getting lower and lower, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

It doesn't matter what he says.

A class of students is clearly a gang.

Zhang Yang held the shovel tightly, panting heavily to calm down.

Everyone is looking at Zhang Yang, watching the anger on his face gradually disappear, it seems that they have come to understand, they disapprove and say with a smile

"Be careful next time, transfer student."

"We came to save you with good intentions, otherwise you might have to be locked up for a few more days."

"Yeah, yeah, don't thank us, forget it, how can you still slander people?"

"The adults don't remember the villains."

...

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu beside him.

He stood at the door of the gym, with his back to the light, half of his face was shrouded in shadows, and the other half was indifferent, without any emotion, watching the scene in front of him.

Fu Ranxiu didn't go along with the others, nor did he stop them. He just watched quietly, as if he didn't care, or acquiesced to this kind of thing.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and clenched her palms subconsciously.

"How did you students get in?!"

Suddenly, a man in a security uniform passed by the door, and he shouted to the crowd, "Come out quickly."

Seeing that it was a security guard, a class of students didn't say anything or do anything, and went out hastily.

Wen Qing quickly walked to Zhang Yang's side and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Yang exhaled, his whole body relaxed instantly, his expression was sluggish, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, just a little headache, and I smelled the paint for a long time."