Outside the door.
A delicate little girl, wearing an oversized black branded hoodie, with the hood covering half her face, and a cool black baseball cap underneath.
The girl had her hands in her pockets, skinny leggings, and Martin boots, which made her look like she was swaying within her clothes.
In the sea of identical uniforms at Qingcheng High School, this outfit was quite prominent, with an indescribable "rascal" vibe.
"Move my desk inside."
The girl spoke with a brief and arrogant command.
"Yes!"
A chorus of rough male voices responded in unison, mixed with the sound of dragging desks and chairs.
Only then did everyone notice that she had brought over a dozen bodyguards, carrying a set of custom black piano-lacquered desks, intending to move them into the East Sea Class.
No one knew who this girl was; she was so particular that even her school desk was custom-made?
Even the proctor turned a blind eye, pretending not to see their arrogant and rude actions.
