Xue Fanxin did not know how exciting it was on Feng Xiyu's side. At this moment, she had already eaten her fill. After washing the cutlery and kitchenware with her companions, she went to her residence to choose a room to rest in.
The residence of the Yellow Class was also very simple. The street was filled with dilapidated wooden houses. Some of the wooden houses had broken doors and windows, and most of the wooden houses had some leaks. Only a few of the dozens of wooden houses were good, but they were not much better. There was only a hard and rotten wooden bed inside, and the tables and chairs were old and rotten.
How much did the Five Elements Academy not like the students of the Yellow Class?
Perhaps even a beggar's place was better than this.
