"You people, none of you wish me well, seriously I've made poor choices in friends, damn it!" Zhang Haoyang laughed and gritted his teeth, pointing at each of their faces with his index finger.
But once Zhang Haoyang saw Lin Li, Bai Bufan, and the others straighten up and look serious, he immediately turned his head.
He realized it was indeed Xue Jian approaching with a dark expression, so he promptly turned around to sit properly and behaved himself.
"What are you yelling about, what are you yelling about, you're the loudest group on the entire playground," Xue Jian said irritably.
"It's not just us being loud..." Lin Li muttered softly in rebuttal, "Those two people are talking much louder than us, they're constantly provoking us."
Xue Jian glanced in the direction Lin Li was pointing.
Those two were the hosts.
"You two, write a four-thousand-word self-critique."
Bai Bufan: TAT.
Lin Li grumbled about why his word count had been increased too.
