Seeing that the dust had settled, the reporters from the TV station also planned to leave carrying their equipment.
Cao Zihao sat slumped on the ground.
"It's over, it's over."
He murmured with dull eyes.
What made Cao Zihao despair was not that he lost the game, but that he spent a lot of money to make the game so grand, and even invited several TV stations at any cost.
Now that the archeology class has won, once this matter is exposed by the TV station, it will make Cao Zihao even more embarrassed!
It's like losing both your wife and your troops, stealing the chicken but losing the rice!
Seeing that something was not going well, Wu Zhen had already fled the gym in despair.
After Ye Hong won, he did not return to the class to celebrate. He just glanced around, picked up a chair, and walked straight to Cao Zihao's location.
Cao Zihao's friends, who usually looked like sycophants, were so frightened that they all disappeared around Cao Zihao when they saw Ye Hong, who was fierce and majestic, walking toward him with a chair.
Cao Zihao, who was on the ground, raised his head in confusion. When he saw the chair in Ye Hong's hand, he trembled with fright.
The students who had not yet left the gymnasium were looking at this scene with curiosity, wondering what Ye Hong planned to do.
Arriving in front of Cao Zihao, Ye Hong expressionlessly handed the chair to Cao Zihao.
He didn't say anything, just looked at Cao Zihao silently.
Cao Zihao seemed to see what Ye Hong meant, and immediately shouted angrily: "Ye Yun, don't bully others too much!"
"Too much bullying?"
Ye Hong sneered and said coldly: "Cao Zihao, the reason why you are able to jump up to this point is just because I am too lazy to pay attention to you.
Not every time I can be in a good mood.
Please"
Halfway through his words, Ye Hong's eyes suddenly emitted a strong murderous aura, and the aura of a powerful ancient martial artist burst out instantly.
Coupled with the master-level coercion ability, Cao Zihao's eyes were shocked, and a hellish scene appeared!
He saw Ye Hong holding a long sword and chopped off his own head with one sword!
"No!"
Cao Zihao was so frightened that he cried out and hugged his head tightly on the ground, his body shaking continuously.
".Please cherish your life!"
At this time, the second half of Ye Hong's words also echoed throughout Cao Zihao's mind.
Cao Zihao raised his head in fear, snatched the chair from Ye Hong's hand, and got under the chair.
He looked at Ye Hong with fear and said in a trembling voice: "Is this okay?"
Seeing Cao Zihao curled up under the chair, the scene was in an uproar.
They suddenly remembered the [Chair Master] incident that had caused a great deal of commotion in the Tianjiang Forum these days.
Everyone originally doubted the authenticity of this incident, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, they were all shocked.
The eldest son of the Cao family really got under the chair under Ye Hong's eyes!
This time, Cao Zihao is fully convinced of the title of Young Master and will never take it off again.
The reporters who were about to leave turned around and saw this interesting scene, but ran back again carrying cameras.
"Crack, click, click, click—"
After a burst of flash, Cao Zihao's grief-stricken expression was captured.
If nothing unexpected happens, Cao Zihao is very likely to be on the front page of today's news in Bailu City!
"Ding! Conquer the rich second generation, pressure +1, card +1!"
Ye Hong smiled sarcastically, no longer wanted to talk to this person, and returned to the archeology class.
(End of chapter)