Zhao Rong went to the Justice Hall.
With his hands folded, as soon as he arrived, a tall, strong man let out a wolf howl and then pounced on him like a hungry tiger.
"Ziyu!!!"
Zhao Rong sidestepped calmly, avoiding him, and patted his right sleeve, reminding him:
"This outfit was made by Qian'er. If it gets wrinkled or dirty, I won't speak up for you."
Gu Yiwu, sweaty from playing ball, immediately stopped in his tracks, looking harmless. "I just missed you so much. What's wrong with a hug? I'm sure Sister Qian'er is kind and understanding and won't blame me..."
Zhao Rong stepped forward and opened his arms: "Okay, come on then."
Gu Yiwu jumped back to avoid him.
"But then again, maybe not." He nodded seriously.
Below the podium, the students of Justice Hall, who had come down the mountain together, chuckled in understanding.
