As soon as he stepped into the classroom, Lu Lin felt that something was off.
Cong Xiaolong was wearing a white T-shirt, white casual pants, and white leather shoes. Yesterday, his hairstyle had looked rather untidy, but today he had meticulously groomed it, using hair gel to make every strand stiff and shiny, so smooth that even a fly couldn't find footing on it.
Zhu Haolin had changed into an exquisite deep blue swordsmanship uniform, made of high-quality materials with fine craftsmanship. His slightly long hair was tied into a small braid, a long sword hung at his waist, giving him an ethereal temperament, much like a Sword Immortal from a xianxia movie.
As for Yao Zongheng, he was wearing a cotton and linen long-sleeved shirt and long pants, with a pair of... shoes made of woven grass on his feet. There were some grass clippings in his hair, whether deliberately or not. As he approached, a refreshing fragrance of grass and wood wafted from him.
