The dome of the building stood under the sunlight, its exterior paint slightly peeling off, and the stone steps arranged downward in sequence, casting reflections of the students' shadows.
The golden-red fiery clouds connected with the deep horizon, and the shadows of several old banyan trees cast obliquely on the wall of the canteen, telling tales of distant times.
Su Ming'an looked up at the canteen, a trace of nostalgia showing in his eyes. He didn't realize that his stance became subconsciously restrained, just like when he was at school.
"... Very good!" Hui Bei's smiling voice interrupted Su Ming'an's gaze: "You've quickly embraced this [student] persona. You're truly an outstanding protagonist, entering the role in a second."
Su Ming'an remained silent. He embraced it quickly because he was originally...
No.
Perhaps he once was.
At this time, he was dressed in a white shirt and wore a tie, like an ordinary student of this school.
