"Stop arguing with him, shorty. Get to the Disciplinary Office quick! What class are you from anyway? You're going to have some serious bad luck today!"
"I've never seen a freshman as brazen as you in all my life. You do realize that even the top juniors wouldn't dare to be so reckless?"
A few people were pointing at Jiang Xiao, with two of them already preparing to drag him to the Disciplinary Office.
"Sigh," Jiang Xiao sighed helplessly and said dejectedly, "Why don't you take a closer look? What I'm really wearing is mourning attire."
He watched as the faces of the five disciplinary committee members grew darker and darker.
Jiang Xiao understood that he had no way out.
"But I have to make it clear in advance, it's not that I wanted to hit you all; you forced me to do it."
Disciplinary Committee: "?"
"Is your brain filled with Northeastern soybean paste?"
The response they got was the faint sound of electric current crackling in Jiang Xiao's palm.
