Amidst the laughter and chatter, Li Peifeng sat down, and Xiong Miaohai even praised him for his good answer.
"Your deconstruction is perfect, humorous with a touch of absurdity, and a little blank space amidst the absurdity, apart from being a bit disgusting, it's flawless. Keep it up!"
Laughter erupted again.
Li Peifeng glanced around, looking at this group of classmates both familiar and unfamiliar.
There are twenty-three people in the class, some in the same major as him, and some in related majors that also need to take this course, with a gender ratio of one to five.
That's right, including him, there are just four boys.
Relationships with graduate school classmates are even more distant than those during undergrad, some classmates Li Peifeng can't even name, they're just acquaintances from the same classes.
