Duan Shigang clenched his fists, his face darkened.
Song Sheng noticed them gathering around Duan Shigang and arrogantly asked, "What's going on?"
Cui Yu, Meng Gui, and Zhang Chi all pointed at Duan Shigang, laughing so hard they almost cried.
Song Sheng understood.
However, he remained calm; as the fourth in class, he possessed the power to control fate.
The sky of Class 8 couldn't cover his eyes.
With a sense of arrogance upon his rise, Song Sheng looked down and said lightly, "Those who lack the ability to break fate's chains will end up becoming prisoners of it."
After speaking, Song Sheng didn't even glance at Duan Shigang. He raised his head and confidently walked to the center of the classroom, the place of prestige.
Duan Shigang tightly clenched his fists, a vein popping on his forehead.
Cui Yu: "Brother Gang, don't act rashly; Song Sheng works out every day."
Duan Shigang forcibly held back.
