Luo Xinguang was the only person who persistently provoked Song Yaoyao. Even after several beatings, he did not stop.
The third class' motivated atmosphere attracted a lot of attention at Liyang. In fact, some of the teachers requested that their students jog with the third class.
Thus...
The winter morning was covered by a light fog as the sky slowly lit up. The once-useless rich kids had long crawled out of bed.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the athletic field combined with young, vigorous shouts.
"Exams, here I come!"
"I will rank #1!"
"Go, go, go!"
"Good luck..."
Looking out on the field, there were a few unfamiliar faces following behind. Unlike the third class, they were in a completely disorderly manner.
On the exterior track, two middle-aged men jogged slowly.
Looking carefully, they turned out to be Kang Yuan and Principal Wang Mingjiang.
"Oh, it's great to be young."
