Li Xuan walked out of the classroom, crossed the corridor, and reached the other end.
Year three, class one (Honors class).
Where Song Zhuofan's class was.
"Bang bang bang!"
Li Xuan had barely knocked on the door when it creaked open.
"Don't speak just yet. This week your class is in charge of the cafeteria. Hmph, I know what you're up to."
The one who opened the door was a boy with black glasses. Though he wasn't tall, his lively eyes were full of energy:
"You want to organize a student protest to resist the cafeteria's atrocious food, huh."
Oh, wow!
Li Xuan was the one shocked this time.
No wonder he's the honors class president—his thinking is truly on another level!
"Don't worry!"
Before Li Xuan could think further, he heard the honors class president say lightly:
"Thank you, thank you."
Li Xuan felt a bit touched instantly.
