Stop looking at me...
Pay attention to the lesson.
With hundreds of hollow eye sockets focused on him, Bai Zhou, the center of attention, hesitated before ultimately swallowing those words.
On the stone platform before the iron gate were the dragon-flying phoenix-dancing words "Tinghai City Yuanmeng Middle School," along with the school's founding date and a lengthy history.
His gaze swiftly swept across the sports field, and on the students' blue and white school uniforms, Bai Zhou found the same words—
He had confirmed it. They were indeed the same style as in Fang Xiaoxia's graduation photo.
Before Bai Zhou could think any further, all the students' mouths opened into identical O-shapes:
"You..."
"You're late!"
After the mountain-roar sea-howl of voices—
uniform footsteps rang out.
As if they were undergoing military training, hundreds of faceless students marched in square formation, advancing in a deeply bizarre posture toward Bai Zhou outside the iron gate.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The footsteps were earth-shattering, every step seeming to stomp heavily on a person's heart.
Seeing that the students were about to climb over the wall and iron gate, Bai Zhou turned and ran.
"Using me as an excuse to skip school, huh?!"
he cursed. "Your teacher doesn't care about this?"
What kind of discipline was this? It was nowhere near as strict as Evening City's Youth Training Corps!
But it would have been better if Bai Zhou had said nothing.
The moment he mentioned the teacher, a muffled snort came from the square formation.
"Where did this beast come from, interfering with the students' studies?!"
The formation parted, revealing a man in a striped polo shirt, a leather belt, shorts, gray socks, and sandals.
The top of his head was half bald. He too had no facial features, yet a pair of Square Big