Zhao Qingxuan smiled. After all, he was a sophomore. Even if he didn’t like to socialize, he still knew about the strange thing that happened yesterday in his circle of friends. He pretended to be a lifetime free member of the gold and Silver Pavilion, but he was kicked out.
After all, this was really too strange. It could be described as shocking to his entire family.
He shared the gossip with his classmates and even reminded them privately, “Now, the second-year students, led by Mu Yuyang, Zhan Xinrong, and the others, are all forcing people to take sides. Since you’re from the rocket class, no one will force you. It’s simply too blissful. In short, don’t say that I’m the one who said it. I still want to have a good life in the second-year.”
The other party shared the gossip with him probably because he felt that he didn’t have a deep connection with his classmates and had a reliable mouth.
