Son-in-law's Romantic Life

Wu Huaqing felt a little strange. He glanced around the classroom. In the end, he found out that the target was in his position. There was a figure sitting quietly. It was a boy. Lying on the table, his fingers seemed to be bored. His knuckles lightly tapped on the table.    

While Wu Huaqing was wondering who this person was, this mysterious man finally raised his head.    

Buzz...    

When he saw that face, Wu Huaqing felt his head buzzing, as if something had exploded.    

His brain instantly went blank, and his body couldn't help but tremble. Bean-sized beads of sweat kept rolling down his face. The fear in his heart... At this moment, it was as if he couldn't control himself, and it even made Wu Huaqing unable to breathe.    

It was that fellow. That man actually found his class. What exactly did he want to do? This is a school!    

His heart was filled with extreme fear. Wu Huaqing even had the impulse to turn around and run. The pain from that night was still vivid in his mind. Especially the place between his legs. He was almost kicked to death by this damn bastard.    

Two days had passed. Even in the morning, he could not stand up.    

"Hey, Wuzi, what's wrong? Why does your face look so ugly?" A companion beside him noticed Wu Huaqing's strange expression and couldn't help but ask.    

This sentence seemed to remind Wu Huaqing. That's right, this was a school, and this was Class 8. Even if this Ye Chen was powerful, he probably wouldn't dare to casually attack him in his classroom.    

Thinking of this, Wu Huaqing's heart immediately felt a lot more at ease.    

"Oh, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Staring at Wu Huaqing, the corner of my mouth curled up slightly.    

That cruel smile made Wu Huaqing's body shiver once again.    

His brows were tightly knitted together. "Why are you looking for me?"    

"Nothing. I just want to talk to you about something..." I replied with a smile.    

"I have nothing to talk about with you." Wu Huaqing said.    

Although he tried his best to maintain a fearless look, his trembling voice still showed the weakness and fear in Wu Huaqing's heart.    

All of a sudden, I slammed the table and cried out sternly, "Come here!"    

That sound caused Wu Huaqing's body to tremble. Gritting his teeth, he walked over to me.    

As he walked towards me, he said, "What? Do you still want to hit me? This is Class 8, not your Class 7."    

Wu Huaqing seemed to want to use this matter to pressure me?    

Unfortunately, it was useless.    

I smiled.    

"Don't worry, I won't fucking hit anyone today." I said with a savage smile.    

Wu Huaqing heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed like he was right. Even if this guy was very arrogant, he wouldn't dare to mess around in other people's class.    

But the next sentence made Wu Huaqing fall into an ice cave.    

"I'll fucking beat you up today..."    

Before Wu Huaqing could react to the meaning of this sentence, I suddenly stretched out my palm and grabbed Wu Huaqing's neck. Then, I suddenly exerted force on my arm.    

With a swoosh, Wu Huaqing's body turned into a fragile puppet. Under my palm, he didn't even have the chance to struggle. His face was facing downwards and smashed onto the table.    

Bang!    

A large amount of blood could be seen flowing out from the table in an instant!    

The way it looked made countless of students who were secretly observing the situation in the classroom shiver in fear.    

As for Wu Huaqing, he was in even more pain.    

After a few seconds, an extremely miserable scream finally came out of his throat.    

He raised his leg and kicked Wu Huaqing in the stomach. Wu Huaqing's body kept moving backward and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground.    

Just as I was about to charge forward and give this guy two more strikes, Wu Huaqing's two companions finally couldn't stand it anymore. They didn't realize it before, but they didn't expect me to attack as soon as I said so.    

After all, this is Class 8. In my class, when my companions were being taught a lesson, these two people also felt that they couldn't hang on any longer. Both of them rushed over almost at the same time and one of them helped Wu Huaqing up from the ground.    

As for the other one, who had a stronger body, he waved his fist and smashed it towards my face.    

"F * ck you. This is Class 8, not your Class 7. You want to cause trouble in my class? Do you want to die?" Along with that roar, his fist went straight for my nose bridge.    

Unfortunately, this fellow's movements seemed exceptionally slow to me. It was as if an old lady was playing Tai Chi without any pressure at all.    

His head only tilted slightly, and he easily dodged the fist. His right hand stretched out like a bolt of lightning and grabbed the fellow's throat. In the next second, his fingers exerted force like iron pliers. He directly lifted the fellow from the ground.    

That scene frightened countless people.    

This guy, why is he so strong? Is this the strength of a high school student?    

However, my target this time is Wu Huaqing, not this kind of trash. With a casual swing, I threw this guy to the side, unable to get up for a long time.    

After that, I continued to walk towards Wu Huaqing. When the kid who helped Wu Huaqing up saw this situation, he immediately let go of Wu Huaqing's shoulder and retreated with a swoosh, afraid that he would be caught in the fire.    

From the looks of it, no one dared to come over and help Wu Huaqing.    

Wu Huaqing's heart was filled with fear. He screamed and wanted to run away, but I took a step forward and swept my right leg across his waist.    

My whole body almost left the ground, and I kept retreating to the side. With a bang, my back hit the glass beside me.    

Along with a clear sound, the glass shattered into pieces.    

This wasn't all. Wu Huaqing's upper body, under the inertia, fell towards the outside of the glass window. Below him was the floor of a five-story building.    

Screaming, Wu Huaqing waved his hands randomly and grabbed the edge of the glass window. He did not care that the broken glass had pierced through his palm and finally managed to stabilize his body, not letting himself fall from the top.    

However, in the next second, a palm suddenly reached over and grabbed Wu Huaqing's throat. Wu Huaqing's upper body was completely pressed outside the window.    

Looking at Wu Huaqing's hands that were covered in blood and his hideous and miserable appearance, an evil flame was burning crazily in my heart.    

Throw it down, throw it down, throw it down... Kill him, kill him, kill him!