Outside the window.
The people from Nanshan Class waited endlessly for a response from East Sea Class, feeling that even dancing couldn't cheer them up. It was like punching into cotton, utterly unsatisfying.
Why don't those losers get all embarrassed and angry, and continue arguing so they can be bullied some more?
Only bad students cram last-minute by burning the midnight oil, just look at how easily top students play!
Just when they were getting bored, Wu Minghao's head poked out from the window again. His face was now full of smiles, completely different from the earlier gloominess: "Hey, 'excellent' top students…"
Nanshan Class: Ha ha, the trash finally admits defeat, acknowledging that they are the truly excellent scholars, right?
Who knew the next second,
Wu Minghao shook his phone: "Aren't you curious what your class's so-called two most powerful are doing? There's a live photo stream on the school forum, super...amazing!"
The urge for gossip is in everyone.
