The nauseating stench flooded his mouth, making Zhang Ling instinctively want to fight back.
But his waist had been twisted when he hit the ground—moving even a little felt like it was being torn apart by pain!
"Since you like stuffing trash so much, I'll help you with it."
Tang Qingmo kept shoving the garbage into Zhang Ling's mouth. After doing it twice, he grew impatient and dragged the desk over, yanked Zhang Ling by the collar, and slamd his face straight into the drawer filled with trash!
"Mmm—mm!!"
The rancid, fishy stench sared all over Zhang Ling's face, making him feel utterly sick!
Enduring the agony in his waist, Zhang Ling struggled to lift his head.
"Tang Qingmo, you—!"
But the mont he raised it—
Bang! Bang!!
Tang Qingmo imdiately punched him left and right in the face!
"Shut up. You're annoying."
"!!?"
Pain…
He was hit?
"Didn't you like throwing trash into desks? I'm helping you now!"
His head was pressed down again, forced once more into "intimate contact" with the garbage in the drawer!
"Mmm—mm!!"
"Tsk! Why is your head so damn big? It won't even fit! Trash!"
"No—mm!!"
Tang Qingmo showed no rcy as he ground Zhang Ling's face into the drawer, scraping the skin off his forehead and chin!
In the end, he grabbed Zhang Ling by the front of his hair, yanked his head up violently, and slamd it down onto the floor!
"Since you don't want to eat trash, then kowtow for !"
Thud!
Thud thud!!
"Ah—mm! No… ahhh!!"
The nauseating stench hadn't even faded before Tang Qingmo smashed his head against the floor repeatedly, blood splattering from the impacts!
The classmates stared at Tang Qingmo in fear.
The Tang Qingmo they knew would never do sothing this terrifying—but today, it was as if he had beco a completely different person!
"Hey… what do we do now?"
Seeing Tang Qingmo grow more and more unhinged, Zhang Ling's two lackeys asked nervously.
"Let's save Young Master Zhang first!"
Those two had bullied the original owner alongside Zhang Ling before. Even though Tang Qingmo was acting shockingly bold now, they still believed this was just a montary outburst!
With the advantage in numbers, they could stop him!
"Bastard! Stop right now!!"
"Let go of Young Master Zhang!"
Tang Qingmo coldly turned his head. With one hand pinning Zhang Ling to the ground, he clenched his other fist and drove it straight into one lackey's abdon!
"Ugh!!"
That lackey instantly felt his organs twist together. Pain wracked his entire body as he collapsed to his knees.
Before the other one could even react, Tang Qingmo suddenly kicked him in the chest, sending him flying across the room.
"Ahhh!!"
The rest of the class stared in shock at the three of them.
Zhang Ling lay on the ground, blood pouring from his forehead as he gagged violently, trying to vomit. One companion clutched his stomach, half-kneeling and trembling; the other lay spread-eagle on the floor, unconscious…
Only Tang Qingmo—the one responsible for it all—calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his hands, as if nothing had happened.
The atmosphere in the classroom turned rigid and suffocating.
Tang Qingmo was acting strangely today—but the fact that Zhang Ling and the others couldn't beat him at all was even more terrifying!
So of the students who had once bullied Tang Qingmo began trembling in fear.
If Tang Qingmo ca after them for revenge…
At that mont, one student said excitedly,
"Young Master Tang, you're finally back!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Tang Xianxi walk into the classroom, his face looking slightly worn and haggard.
The mont he saw the three bodies on the floor, he imdiately shouted at Tang Qingmo,
"Brother, how could you be so excessive?!"
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