"Drinking, fighting, brawling... You guys are quite something!!"
The dean of discipline at the police station, pointing at the line of students, was livid with rage.
"Sir, it's not our fault, those people suddenly came over to pick a fight," someone defended.
They were just having a good time when, out of the blue, a few guys showed up and inexplicably started provoking them.
All young and hot-blooded teens, none of them could stand such provocation, they came to blows after just a few words.
No one knew who informed the dean of discipline...
At Shengfeng High School's dean of discipline—catching anyone meant trouble.
It just so happened that this person had a persuasive way with words; even when parents came storming in angrily, by the time he finished talking, the parents would be lucky if they didn't leave playing mixed doubles.
"You're talking back?!"
The dean of discipline glared at the one who spoke.
