The moment Li Zhi cried out "Brother," goosebumps erupted all over He Zhiyu and Zhuo Peipei.
They'd never realized Li Zhi could produce such a cloyingly sweet sound before.
She was a real pro.
"If Zhizhi used this move regularly, Shen Yuan would have thrown down his arms and surrendered ages ago!"
He Zhiyu looked at Zhuo Peipei. "I feel like my creative juices are flowing right now."
When they returned to the classroom, snacks in hand, there was still some time before they had to gather for the gala.
The winter sky was now completely dark. The lights in the classroom were on, their warm white glow dispelling the chill of the hallway.
Shen Yuan and Li Zhi had just sat down when they saw Ah Jie and two others rush in, panting and carrying two large bags of milk tea.
"Comrades! The ammo supply has arrived! Top-quality food for the soul!"
Ah Jie heroically slammed the milk tea down on a desk, and his sharp eyes immediately spotted the ice cream on Li Zhi's desk.
