Ling Zhiwei let out a yelp and jumped up, shaking his hand and begging for mercy. "Okay, okay! You win! I surrender!"
A tingling numbness shot up the nerves in his arm.
He instinctively pulled his arm back and retreated a couple of steps.
He knew she had hit that pressure point on purpose.
But the move was truly vicious; his entire right arm went so numb it nearly lost all feeling.
The two of them were so engrossed in their playful fight that they failed to notice a shadow flit past the doorway.
The person paused for only a few seconds, glanced down at their phone screen, and the corner of their mouth curled up in a nearly imperceptible smirk.
Inside the classroom, the pair remained immersed in their roughhousing, completely oblivious.
But over the course of a single lunch break, a few candid photos seemed to sprout legs.
They appeared on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria, beneath the large screen on the first floor of the academic building…
