It was the first time Phoenix Academy Maggie had ever distributed flyers.
She had thought it would be an easy job, imagining she could hand out all the flyers in her possession in no time.
But she had clearly underestimated the difficulty of the task.
The passersby showed no intention of stopping; perhaps it was a mismatch of expectations.
When she offered the flyers to men, their expressions would first flicker with excitement. Then, upon seeing the content, their interest would wane, and they would walk away coldly.
Adults are just so realistic.
Phoenix Academy Maggie knew they were hoping to see something unsuitable for children on the flyers.
What a bunch of perverts.
Phoenix Academy Maggie thought this, her facial expression unchanging. In her view, putting on a fake smile and feigning pleasantries for such a trivial matter was simply too cheap.
