It¡¯s time to go to class, and people in the third and fifth grades of high school are almost immune to the school bell. No one pays attention to it. Everyone continues to do what they should do. "Everyone sit tight! Let's go to class!" With a roaring sound, everyone was stunned. Chen Jie stood on the podium, looking at everyone with a livid face. Zhongren, who was about to reply, suddenly saw the look in Chen Jie¡¯s eyes and was so shocked that he didn¡¯t even dare to move! It was an unforgettable look that made people feel trembling, as if they were being stared at by the God of Death. The pair of non-mainstream gamers with dyed hair in front were so frightened that they almost screamed. "However, there are some who are not frightened. "What are you doing, kid?" A man stood up from the back row and glared at Chen Jie: Apparently Chen Jie had just disturbed his sweet dream. It was Xiao Heng, the president of the school¡¯s fighting club. Xiao Heng has a rough appearance, but today's appearance is a bit exceptional: the left eye socket is a bit swollen, and his legs seem to be a bit lame. The most important thing is that one hand is still in a plaster and wrapped with gauze. It looks like he just had a fight with someone a few days ago. , and he didn't win Seeing him like this, Chen Jie immediately raised his voice: When he was dealing with Liu Yan a few days ago, did he remember that he seemed to have said that he had just defeated Xiao Heng? "Your name is Xiao Heng, are you the president of the Fighting Association?" Chen Jie asked. "Didn't you say you were practicing free fighting? I asked you to fight with me the day before yesterday and you didn't come. Why are you yelling?" Xiao Heng was injured and was obviously not in a good mood. "Are you confident in yourself?" Chen Jie sneered. "Even if I'm injured now, I can hit eight of you with one hand!" Xiao Heng looked at Chen Jie's body and sneered. "Okay, let's start with you." Chen Jie nodded, looked at Xiao Heng up and down, and then said, "You are taller at the top than at the bottom, your arms are short and strong, and your legs are very stable. You should use fists." The type that can injure the enemy. Then you should be very confident in your arm strength, right?" Xiao Heng was stunned for a moment and nodded. "You're injured. I won't take advantage of you. Let's test our arm strength." Chen Jie showed his arm. "Okay!" Xiao Heng didn't talk nonsense. He was indeed not suitable for direct combat. Looking at Chen Jie¡¯s arms: Although they are quite strong and strong, they are still far behind compared to his own. The two of them came to the desk at the front of the classroom, each occupying one side. Chen Jie stretched out his right hand and held Xiao Heng's right hand, both of them staring at each other. Wait and work hard together. "Let me be the referee." Ouyang Xiaoxin's voice rang out and she walked to the podium. In the past, when Ouyang Xiaoxin appeared, she would be cheered by the students in Class 3 and Class 5, but not today. Because Ouyang Xiaoxin did not use the same smiling and charming voice as before, but appeared with a face as motionless as an iceberg. The sound was the same as the impact of the iceberg, only sonorous, not soft. ¡°Everyone is a little confused and can¡¯t figure out what happened today? Seeing Ouyang Xiaoxin's attitude, Xiao Heng was a little strange and looked at Ouyang Xiaoxin in confusion. "You two should compete well." Seeing the way Xiao Heng looked at her, Ouyang Xiaoxin did not smile, but said to Xiao Heng seriously. Although he didn¡¯t understand what was going on, Xiao Heng nodded, took a deep breath, and looked at Chen Jie. Chen Jie easily held Xiao Heng's wrist. "Get ready! Start!"