96 Fist Like a Sword!

The moment Bai Ziyuan finished speaking, the entire lecture hall fell silent.

Then, they finally came back to themselves.

"What? Who's at Seat 13 of the seventh row?"

"Could it be that a top student from another university, who's here for communication?"

"That's probably the case. Otherwise, why would Big Brother Ziyuan fight him?"

"Quick, find out who he is."

…

The crowd was in a mess.

However, Chu Feng was still sitting leisurely.

The reason was simple.

He really did not know his seat number.

Who would look at their seat number when listening to a lecture?

Of course, he really couldn't be bothered to check it.

Suddenly, Pang Yan glanced at her seat number.

It was Seat 10 of the seventh row!

Wouldn't that mean…

The third person on her right was Seat 13 of the seventh row?

Pang Yan focused her gaze and suddenly exclaimed, "It's you?!"

Pang Yan pointed at Chu Feng.