1. Rogue School Hunk Gang

  “！”

  With a loud crash, a chilling voice floated onto the grand stage.

  Everyone looked at the boy who was knocked to the ground with sympathetic faces, glanced at each other, and finally shook their heads very dramatically.

  The boy standing on the stage suddenly burst out laughing, his voice still full of authoritative power: "Haha! A bunch of useless things, and you want to take my place? Don't you see if you're that material?"

  The boy flicked his bangs, looked down at the boy on the ground with disdain, and walked forward to lift up his chin with his finger: "Tell me, will you dare to oppose me again in the future?"

  The boy's eyes seemed to be staring out, but compared to the boy in front of him, he still shook his head helplessly.

  Great, it's refreshing to hear this answer.

  "Han Lingcheng, I'm telling you! As long as I'm in this school for one day, I will definitely make you step down from that position!" The boy's voice was full of challenge. The position he mentioned was the one that could call the wind and rain in this college - the leader of the Flowing Rogue School Grass Gang.

  This gang was established just last year and can be considered a new faction. However, this position has a certain status among the students.

  That guy named Han Lingcheng snorted: "Hmph, you really are a toad who wants to eat swan meat? I just used three moves and knocked you to the ground, yet you're still talking big? However, I'm actually looking forward to it, a defeated general."

  Han Lingcheng's tone was overbearing, which is inseparable from his usual style. Everyone present knew that it wasn't easy to sit in this position, but many people wanted to be in this position.

  As he looked at the people below, their fearful and panicked eyes made Han Ling feel a sense of accomplishment: "Listen up, don't think I'm easy to defeat. If any of you want to be like him, I'll accompany you."

  Smelling the faint scent of jasmine flowers around her, Xia Ruoxue's mood became even more pleasant.

  Looking at the building in front of me, I have long been filled with a sense of longing. The marble inscription reads "Qin Jian You Li" (a strong and healthy high school), and I suddenly feel that this is a beautiful dream.

  "Xia Ruo Xuan, you succeeded... You finally got into No. 1 Middle School!" Xia Ruo Xuan took out her phone and flipped through the map of the school, preparing to head towards the teaching building.