Thinking of this, Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered faintly.
After lunch, they returned to the dormitory to rest. The afternoon classes came around quickly.
The opening ceremony was held outside the teaching building.
As the ceremony began, all the students gathered by the staircase and waited for it to start.
The first to speak was the dean of Eastsea Academy, a kindly-looking old man.
From the moment he took the stage until he finished his speech, not even fifteen minutes had passed.
Le Zhengyue was a little surprised by how quickly he'd wrapped up. Leaders at many schools liked to ramble on, spouting useless, empty talk for three or four hours at a time.
Deep down, Le Zhengyue admired the senior for finishing in fifteen minutes.
After the speech, the students were assigned to their classes.
When Le Zhengyue's group headed to Class One, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Li Xiaofeng waved goodbye to him before joining the line for Class One.
One class after another left, until it was Class Five's turn.
Looking at Wu Zhangkong, who stood there with his usual icy expression, Le Zhengyue remained remarkably calm.
Wu Zhangkong glanced over him, then stood quietly as he listened to Long Hengxu call the students' names one by one.
As each name was read out, Wu Zhangkong remained expressionless.
It wasn't until he heard "Le Zhengyue" at the end that he raised his head in puzzlement and looked ahead.
Clearly, he'd never heard that name before, or couldn't understand why it had been included.
Still, when he saw the handsome boy, as beautiful as a painting, Wu Zhangkong's eyes held a trace of confusion, but he didn't ask any questions.
After he led the group back to the classroom, most of the boys took their seats.
This time, though,