"That guy is so weird, wearing so much isn't he hot? Wait... is it him? Just, that... him?"
"Seems like it... yes, it's him."
"Oh~ it's him?"
"I heard that..."
Faintly, Nan Zhihao seemed to hear these voices.
These voices seemed to echo in the classroom, or sounded like they were in his ear, or directly appeared in his mind, or might not even exist at all.
Nan Zhihao didn't think he heard these voices with his ears, but felt the thoughts through his skin.
Were people really discussing like this?
Nan Zhihao didn't know, he just shrank his body a little more and turned his gaze to Nan Zhubin on the podium.
He was somewhat looking forward to what Nan Zhubin would talk about today, but also a bit afraid that Nan Zhubin might mention something about him in his speech.
...
Whether the discussion that Nan Zhihao sensed was real remains to be determined.
But the topic surrounding Nan Zhubin was indeed unfolding concretely.
