Cultivating through increasing my stats in America

The tall white youth smiled smugly, his hand held high with a piece of clothing, as if he had obtained a trophy.

However, just as he turned to leave, he suddenly stiffened, as if he had seen some terrifying monster, and his hand that was held high slowly lowered, quickly handing the clothing back to Julie.

"Here... here’s your clothing back, I’ve had my look."

After that, he quickly ran towards his classroom.

Julie, still immersed in the joy of having her clothing returned, suddenly saw the tall white youth, who had almost stepped into the classroom, being forcefully pulled back.

Julie then realized that it was a hand that had suddenly appeared at the collar of his shirt. She hadn’t had time to see who the hand belonged to before the tall white youth was thrown to the ground by that hand, sliding a long distance across the smooth floor, ending up kneeling right in front of her.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Li Ang’s indifferent voice came through.

Having experienced many such incidents, Li Ang hated this kind of behavior the most, especially when it was his deskmate being bullied.

"Apologize."