Monday morning.
During the big break, the classroom was bustling with noise, hinting at a sense of freedom amidst the chaos.
Dong Qingfeng, dressed in white, stepped onto the podium, his face handsome, and tilted his head slightly:
"Meng Zi Yun, Yang Sheng, let's go."
His speech was neither hurried nor slow, yet his demeanor was unparalleled in Class 8.
As these words left his mouth, Jiang Yanan, Yu Wen, and many of the male classmates in the front row were all stirred by it.
Dong Qingfeng basked in the attention of everyone, mounting high and gazing into the unseen avenue of the campus.
"The car picking us up has arrived," he said.
Today at noon, Evergreen Liquid organized a gathering, and as esteemed invitees, they were eligible to attend.
Upon hearing this, Meng Zi Yun and Yang Sheng stood up, reportedly intrigued by the novelty of the midday event, preparing to check it out.
For a moment, Dong Qingfeng was quite in the limelight.
