Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!

Chapter 337: The East Sea Class is Really Courting Death, Late for the College Entrance Examination En Masse!

Wu Minghao and Wu Qianman and others were originally waiting at the school gate security check entrance for Zuzi, hoping to enter with Ancestor for good luck.hing, but dragging the entire East Sea Class down with her, haha, she’s really something!"

"Shut up!" Xing Yue bit her lip, standing on the other side of the first-floor door.

Most of her class, except for the five or six who arrived really early, were waiting at the door for Zuzi to enter.

Now that Zuzi was in trouble outside, everyone rushed out.

She could have stopped them, but for some reason, she didn’t do anything at that moment. Maybe she empathized with the feelings of the East Sea Class; if Zuzi were absent, her heart felt empty and she couldn’t accept it.

And right now, from teachers to students in Nanshan Class, they were even watching them as a joke?!

Unbelievable.

Xing Yue glared fiercely at those making snide comments: "I advise you, being born human, best to be kind!"

She ran towards the gate without hesitation, despite her high heels.

Leaves the Nanshan Class behind, feeling a sudden pang of guilt, awkwardly entering the exam hall...

Outside the gate.

On the crosswalk.

The East Sea Class had already engaged in a fight with the bodyguards.

The opponents were wielding knives, while they only had umbrellas in their hands.

"Brothers, use the moves Little Ancestor taught us yesterday, apply what you learned!" Wu Minghao was at the forefront, first to strike away a knife aimed at Zuzi, twirling his umbrella like a red tassel spear, dazzling the bodyguards.

Holy crap, these students know martial arts?

The bodyguards instantly became cautious.

Well-trained, they attacked in pairs, targeting Wu Minghao and Wu Qianman at the front.

The rain was pouring harder.

Pedestrians crossing the street scattered upon seeing the situation.

The traffic light had already turned red, but none of the cars dared to move — the sight of two groups in open combat on the crosswalk with real knives was too frightening.

Weren’t those students supposed to be rushing for the college entrance exam?

Fighting desperately with broken umbrellas against knives, isn’t this suicidal?

And that delicate girl in a white dress, standing calmly in the rain, not dodging at all, is she reading a script?!