Murong Xue felt like she was dreaming.
Not just Murong Xue, Hu Yuan, who was sitting beside her, was also constantly rubbing his eyes.
"Is this real? Is it really Li Chuan?"
Hu Yuan turned to a classmate next to him and said, "Old Three, pinch my thigh, I think I'm hallucinating."
"Pinch your thigh? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
"Ah! Hiss~~"
In the next second, Hu Yuan let out a scream.
"This is real, this is not a dream!"
Murong Xue said softly, "It seems that our understanding of Li Chuan is still too limited."
At this point, Jia Quan already handed the microphone to Li Chuan: "Mr. Li, the stage is yours now."
Li Chuan smiled slightly, calmly walked to Jia Quan's side, and took the microphone.
Although Li Chuan looked very young, he gave off an aura of grandeur, resembling a great general ready for battle with every move.
The mere presence he emanated commanded respect from all the teachers and students present!
