Everyone was full of anticipation.
Even some from Senior Class Three had begun to lounge on the couches, cigarettes dangling from their lips, a playful look on their faces as they watched the buzz-cut man and Huang Mao.
In their view, Pan Zhengyang was likely to pull off his act successfully this time; soon the buzz-cut man and Huang Mao would probably be grinning apologetically and playing the good son to Pan Zhengyang.
Thus, they imitated Pan Zhengyang pompously, seizing the opportunity to bask in reflected glory, watching the buzz-cut man and Huang Mao like a joke.
But the next second, they were so terrified by what happened in front of them they trembled all over, dropping their cigarettes onto their pants and yelping in pain.
Slap!
Just as Pan Zhengyang had finished speaking, the buzz-cut man's expression hardened and he dealt a hard slap across Pan's face.