When Zhao Rui heard this, she felt a chill on her head and touched it in fear.

Smooth and with a hairy prickly feeling.

Looking at the ground again, a black wig fell to the ground, like a silent mockery.

Her wig.

"Ah—don't look, don't look—"

Zhao Rui screamed, quickly picked up the wig on the ground and put it on, stroking it constantly, with tears in her eyes and fire in her eyes.

The students held back their laughter, turned their eyes away and pretended they saw nothing.

But even so, Zhao Rui still felt the ridicule of the crowd, which made her feel very embarrassed.

"Gong Yu——"

She screamed angrily, her mind overwhelmed by rage, and habitually raised her hand to hit Gong Yu.

“Bang!”

Gong Yu accurately grabbed Zhao Rui's hand and threatened coldly: "If you don't want this hand to be broken, then be honest, otherwise..."

The cold voice made everyone shudder.

"You dare!" Zhao Rui was frightened, but she still refused to give in. She wanted to break free from Gong Yu's grip, but the more she struggled, the more painful her wrist became, and it was already red.

"What do you think?"

Gong Yu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Zhao Rui's hand which was still in a cast.

"You...you..." Zhao Rui was so angry that she couldn't speak. She then angrily threatened: "Gong Yu, I'm telling you, my mother has come to the school to see the principal. Just wait to be expelled!"

She thought that by saying this, she could scare Gong Yu.

But just as she finished her words, Gong Yu's grip tightened even more, causing her so much pain that tears came out.

"Fire?" Gong Yu said excitedly, glancing over Zhao Rui's head. Suddenly, as if a gust of wind blew, Zhao Rui's wig slipped down again, fell on her shoulders, and fell to the ground.

"You shaved your head, and you still want to beat someone up." Gong Yu smiled bloodthirstily, "Even if I'm expelled, I'll drag you down with me."

This smile is like a blooming poppy, poisonous but beautiful.

Everyone was shocked: Gong Yu is so domineering!

Zhao Rui's originally arrogant attitude turned into a chill from the top of her head to the bottom of her heart after she met Gong Yu's bloodthirsty eyes. It was as if she was poured with a basin of cold water.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the door: "What are you doing?"

As the scolding sounded, the bell for class rang.

Everyone looked towards the door and saw Liu Xiaodan, the math teacher and head teacher of Class 1, Grade 9, already standing outside the door holding a textbook, glaring in this direction.

"Teacher, Gong Yu wants to hit me." Zhao Rui was the first to complain.

"Gong Yu, let go of your hands." Liu Xiaodan gave a stern order, and said as he walked, "Class has started, everyone go back to your seats."

The classmates dispersed and Liu Xiaodan walked up to the two of them.

Gong Yu had already shaken off Zhao Rui's hand, standing upright between heaven and earth like a pine or cypress, unafraid of the severe cold.

"Teacher Liu, look at my hands. They are red from being scratched by Gong Yu. It hurts so much." As soon as Zhao Rui was free, she immediately showed her hands to Liu Xiaodan and complained with tears in her eyes.

Without waiting for Liu Xiaodan to make a decision, she immediately added, "Arrogant students like Gong Yu should be expelled."

Liu Xiaodan first glanced at Zhao Rui's red and swollen wrist. The clear fingerprints on it were as shocking as if a man had grabbed it with great force. Then she turned to look at Gong Yu: "Do you have anything to say?"

"I was just protecting myself."

Gong Yu did not explain, but calmly stated the facts.

"Teacher Liu, Gong Yu is lying. The whole class saw it. It was Gong Yu who wanted to hit me." Zhao Rui angrily accused and tried to incite other students to join in.