Fight with me and set a time.

At that time, Lu xiuche had a thought in his heart: Aiya, F * ck, I'm actually being despised.

The male and female students around them looked at Yue tingfeng in shock and admiration. Oh my God, this Rascal, does he know what he has done? This ... This was Lu xiuche, the person whom no one in the school, from the principal to the guards at the door, dared to offend.

"You're asking for it!" Lu xiuche gritted his teeth.

His appearance was too gorgeous. Although the word gorgeous was not suitable to describe a boy, it was not too much for him.

His facial features were beautiful and exquisite, with deep bird's nest and a high nose. One could tell at a glance that he had Western blood, but he had more of the exquisiteness of an Asian.

But even with such a good-looking face, Lu xiuche's most eye-catching aspect was his ferocity.