If Luo Baicheng really guessed his identity, then he might as well just take off his vest, so that the task can be completed faster.
But if he didn't know his identity, he would take off his vest.
Isn't that a loss of 300 golden peas for nothing? !
"You are my woman now, how dare you hook up with other boys..." Wang Jingxing became angry immediately, and his voice was slightly louder.
Feeling that other people's eyes were on him, he gritted his teeth and abruptly lowered the volume by two points.
"Did he seduce you! He must have seduced you, I won't let him go!" Wang Jingxing said, pinching his hand bones for a moment.
Luo Liyan glanced at him as if he was mentally ill, and just about to say something, he heard the class teacher knock on the podium vigorously.
"Go out and talk if you have anything to say, this is the classroom!"
Pursing her lips, she could only temporarily calm down.
Seeing that they stopped talking, the head teacher smiled at Luo Baicheng.
"Student Luo, I think you all know it! In the next period of time, he will study with us. I hope you will learn more from him! If you really can't learn, don't delay his schoolwork!"
"Understood! We will definitely not bring down good students!" The students in the class coaxed loudly.
The teacher shook his head as if he hated that the mud could not support the wall, and turned around, trying to get Luo Baicheng to say something.
But he didn't express at all, put his hands in his pockets and walked to Wang Jingxing's side.
The slender index finger bent slightly and tapped on his desk.
"What are you doing?! This is Lao Tzu's position!" Wang Jingxing stood up in a huff, staring at Luo Baicheng viciously with his chest out.
It's just that although his height is 1.8 meters, he is still so short in front of Luo Baicheng who is 1.86 meters.
What's more, he was about to fight like crickets, but the opponent still had one hand in his pocket, looking lazy and noble.
You can tell who wins and loses at a glance.
"This position will belong to me from now on!" Luo Baicheng's voice rang coldly, stating an established fact that cannot be rejected.
Wang Jingxing became angry from embarrassment, waved his fist and went straight to Luo Baicheng's face.
The teacher and all the students around couldn't help but let out a scream.
They were not afraid that Luo Baicheng would be beaten, but that Wang Jingxing would be beaten to the ground by Luo Baicheng.
After all, in the first week when he came to No. 3 Middle School, he knocked down all those who wanted to trouble him.
One person overwhelmed more than 20 people, and he was able to smooth out the wrinkles on the clothes without any damage.
This made all the gangsters who came later dare not open their eyes to trouble him again.
But the loud noise as imagined did not come, Luo Baicheng just wrapped Wang Jingxing's fist into his big palm.
Unconvinced, Wang Jingxing wanted to pull his hand out.
But even with all his strength to feed, his hand was firmly pinched by that boy.
Moreover, not only did he not move his body, he didn't even move the arm that raised his hand.
On the palm, there is no trace of bulging veins.
It is enough to prove that the boy in front of him is very casual and trapped himself.
"You..." Wang Jingxing's face turned red.