"The bears in the world are like river-cleaning scavengers! Nansang Middle School is full of talents."
Walking out of class 20 and down the corridor with Lin Li, who was juggling "Rare Coins" in his hand, Bai Bufan couldn't help but sigh:
"I thought that since our class 4 was sealed and forced to be normal, it would be hard to have anything particularly interesting at the festival. Didn't think I'd overestimate class 4 and underestimate Nansang Middle School."
"Old Jian, oh Old Jian, I wonder if the day will come when you know in the afterlife that even if a class 4 falls, thousands of class 4s will rise again."
"But it does give me a bit of a crisis sense. In the future, our class 4 has to work harder too!"
Bai Bufan was still very cautious. To prevent accidentally encountering Xue Jian nearby, he made sure to look around the corridor before saying this.
"Are you sure you're the one with the crisis, and not Xue Jian?"
