Hints of a fishy smell wafted over, and suppressing his sense of taste, he swallowed it down before stripping off his coat and black shirt, standing half-naked in place.
As if sensing he was prepared, the sound of footsteps followed immediately.
Everything was within Chen Feng's perception, as ten students from the Core Class, each holding a club, with various expressions, stood at the entrance of the Quiet Room.
"Is it for real, the eldest senior brother asked for this?"
"Yeah, all ten of us getting involved? Can the eldest senior brother withstand it?"
A student who was called over for the first time asked, while Pei Yue, who voluntarily came to curry favor, silently pricked up his ears to listen.
"Do you know why he called for ten people?"
Someone replied.
"Why?"
"So you won't be worn out to death."
As the words fell, the new faces showed puzzled expressions, not quite grasping the meaning.
