"Yaoyao, I love you."
Everyone said in unison, "Thank you, Class President!"
This little girl was their Class President for life.
If it wasn't for her, all of them would still be a drunken mess. After graduation, their parents would have spent money to stuff them into a not-so-bad college to continue eating and waiting for their deaths. Otherwise, they would be out, picking up girls, going clubbing, and drag racing late at night.
They would do whatever was exciting, just like how they did before.
But now, those things were a distant memory.
Because, in their lives, there was a ray of light, a small sun that was always full of vigor.
From the moment they defeated Class 3-1, they knew that being the pride of their parents was worth far more than their drunken dreams.
That sense of satisfaction could not be replaced by anything else.
