After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life Chapter 78 Class B Chu Kuang

The three of them walked forward at the sa ti. Xu Renfei touched his chin, clicked his tongue, and said to Bi Xia next to him, "I bet they’re talking about you."

Bi Xia lazily leaned against Xu Renfei, "I think they’re talking about you."

"Wanna bet?"

"Bet what?"

"Bet that...," Xu Renfei’s eyes shifted, and he snapped his fingers, "If you lose, you have to call Brother Qi!"

Bi Xia yawned, "Sure, if you lose, you have to call Brother Jiu."

"A gentleman’s word is his bond. As n, we can’t go back on our word!" Xu Renfei extended his palm, looking at Bi Xia.

Bi Xia glanced at him, slapped his hand casually, and agreed.

When ng Luo and the others arrived in front of them, Xu Renfei spoke first, "What were you guys talking about just now?"

Luo Xin first exclaid "Wow" and covered her mouth with her small hand, her eyes glittering as she looked at Bi Xia, "I thought he was handso from afar this morning, but up close, he’s really, really handso!"

Then she turned and made a goodbye gesture to Peng Yue, saying seriously, "Brother Yue, I’m sorry, starting today, I’m no longer your fan. I’m going to be a die-hard fan of our little class president Bi Xia!"

Peng Yue: ...This world that only cares about looks...

Xu Renfei: ...Damn, are my words just air to you!!!

ng Luo chuckled and answered Xu Renfei’s question, "We were talking about Bi Xia."

Hearing this, Xu Renfei’s eyes lit up, and he turned to Bi Xia, "Did you hear that? You lost, call Brother Qi!"

Bi Xia glanced at Xu Renfei, lazily got up, and said, "No."

"!!!! We shook hands and swore an oath. Be a man and admit it, call Brother Qi!" Xu Renfei extended his hand, pointing to his palm.

"Oh," Bi Xia nodded, then squinted and smiled, "but I’m underage. I’m still young, a boy, not a man."

Xu Renfei: ...

Haha, if I ever take this little brat seriously again, I’ll take his last na!

ng Luo, Luo Xin, and Peng Yue burst into laughter, bending over with laughter, making Xu Renfei feel utterly embarrassed.

"Boss!"

"Class president!"

An urgent voice broke the laughter. Bi Xia frowned as he looked at the two boys running to his side, "What’s up."

"It’s Class B," one boy gasped, pointing behind him, "Chu Kuang, the leader of Class B, brought his people to find you."

Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Oh, looking for ?"

"Are you Bi Xia?"

Before the boy could reply, a group of people swayed and stood in front of Bi Xia, while ng Chi and the others imdiately stepped forward to block them.

Chu Kuang, holding a basketball, sneered at ng Chi and Wu Zhiyuan blocking him, "What, the forr class president is this loyal to the current one already?"

Anyone else would feel embarrassed, but ng Chi just smiled lightly, "With abilities inferior to others, I willingly submit."

Chu Kuang snorted, his gaze turned to the calm-looking boy behind them, "So, you’re Bi Xia?"

Bi Xia frowned slightly, muttering under his breath, "Why do people nowadays love asking pointless questions?"

"What?" Xu Renfei turned his head.

"Are you Bi Xia? If I’m not Bi Xia, are you Bi Xia?" Bi Xia rolled his eyes, "So handso, with such an extraordinary aura, can’t you tell who’s Bi Xia at a glance?"

Xu Renfei: ...

Subdued laughter resounded, and Chu Kuang heard Bi Xia’s words, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him, "So, you’re Bi Xia."

Bi Xia crossed his arms, his voice indifferent, "If you have business, say it. If not, leave."

Chu Kuang and his group: ...

Xu Renfei: ... Why do I feel an odd satisfaction watching Little Jiu Jiu’s sharp tongue cut others down...

Chu Kuang laughed loudly, suddenly raised his hand and with an effortless leap, made a perfect shot, landing the basketball into the hoop behind Bi Xia, "Wanna have a match, dare you?"

Just as he finished speaking, a figure disappeared. The boy who was standing in the crowd earlier was now under the hoop.

The boy jumped, caught the just-shot basketball one-handedly in mid-air, did a fancy spin, and completed a dunk.

He landed lightly, caught the basketball with a backhand, a defiant expression on his delicate face, lips curving slightly, "Whocares."

In an instant, the battle was about to erupt.