Suddenly, the atmosphere around them congealed.
The group from Beijing University, who were originally making a racket, found their chests heaving violently.
Damn it, the kid really dared to show up.
The crowd from Tsinghua watched the group with a sly smile, then turned to glance at Zhang Fan.
If it came down to a fight later, should they join in, or just sit back and watch the show?
And maybe check out Zhang Fan's strength? Not bad at all!
However, when they caught a glimpse of Di Xiele in her custom-made school uniform out of the corner of their eyes, their pupils dilated.
Di Xiele was one of Tsinghua's top ten school beauties, ranked even above Ye Xuan.
That proud snowy peak, that anime-style uniform—nobody could resist it.
Especially some anime geeks, who practically worshiped Di Xiele as a deity.
If anyone dared to lay a finger on Di Xiele, they would definitely go berserk.
"Gulp!"
All the guys in the square turned their gaze towards Di Xiele.