Zhan Yi, with eyes red, prayed silently: May there be a huge, huge crowd watching, the more the better!
When the time comes, let everyone see Xia Chuyi get a brutal slap in the face!
At this moment, Zhan Yi was completely out of her mind.
However, when she reached the teaching building, it was better than Xia Chuyi imagined; there weren't actually many people who came.
There were probably only twenty or thirty junior students, equally divided between the corridor and the classroom.
Xia Chuyi, seeing this, thought to herself: It looks like the school is secretly helping me, not letting too many people in.
Though she didn't mind whether there were many people or not, since the school did offer help, she felt grateful.
Xia Chuyi entered the classroom calmly.
Upon entering, she noticed Ou ZhenTing, Song Zhicheng, Liu Yingying, and several important leaders seated on the right side.
As she met the gaze of Ou ZhenTing and Song Zhicheng, they nodded slightly, serving as a greeting.
