8 people, 8 kinds of gifts.
The students of Class 16 in Senior One were stunned, especially many girls who hadn't understood much yet, looking at Lan Zichen with envy in their eyes. If someone were willing to give such a show on their birthday, how romantic would it be?
And those male classmates felt humiliated being overshadowed by the senior guys flirting, mostly looking unnatural, yet facing Yan Tianpeng, as large as a bear standing on stage, they dared not speak out in anger.
The 8 people stood by the blackboard, simultaneously looking outside the classroom at Dan Kaiquan, as if welcoming their Master of Destiny.
Dan Kaiquan stepped into the classroom.
He wore a white shirt, black casual pants, clean and fresh, his long-term exercise made him stand straight.
As he walked, he removed a bag, unveiling a bouquet of pink roses.
