"No wonder the Holy Daughter had previously endured such a loss at their hands."
He found himself helpless in dealing with these individuals, let alone confronting the formidable Holy Daughter, Nie Yaoguang.
As he recalled her icy, stoic countenance, a chill crept into the Holy Son's eyes.
Tomorrow, at the academy's third centimeter examination ceremony, he planned to present a special gift to this young lady.
The night was calm.
Qiao Mu and her companions had enjoyed a restful night's sleep and awakened with renewed vigor at 5 o'clock in the morning.
The voice of the academy's manager echoed from outside as he led a group of people carrying several large boxes into the courtyard.
"Please accept these ten sets of academy uniforms!"
Ma Ta stepped forward and opened each box.
Inside each box were two to three sets of pristine white academy uniforms adorned with a spherical, multicolored flower emblem embroidered on the collar and chest.
