"Why did you leave your book basket in such a place? Maybe you should check with the grade group; it might have been taken."
"Exactly, who would want books? They're not worth money."
The class chattered away, making Yu Tongjie on the stage both angry and embarrassed. He trembled, addressing the audience below.
"None of the books on the stairs were taken, only mine. If they had just been taken, fine, but my book basket was shattered into pieces!"
"Someone's definitely targeting me!"
"Who would be so awful as to mess with me like this! Damn it..." Yu Tongjie, on the verge of swearing, glanced at Li Qingrong's seat and immediately swallowed his words.
He said viciously, "Whoever stole my books will never eat a meal with four dishes in this lifetime!"
Hearing this, Ma Guojun let out a sigh of relief.
Luckily, he only stomped once and didn't touch Yu Tongjie's books. Poor Squirtle has no idea which kind soul scattered his books all over.