April 28!
This was a day that excited every member of Ink Academy's freshman class.
Well, except Zhao Zicheng.
In fact, as they waited for this day to arrive, everyone lying in the hospital beds had stayed awake all night, silently looking forward to it.
Sun Wen, who couldn't get up, had even called his secretary over to haul him upright so he could lean against the window and watch that figure on the sports field.
Yu Sheng...
Please leave already, Yu Sheng.
"Making a little money is so hard!"
"A competition, and they insist on having a teacher lead the team. Don't they have anything better to do?"
"They're not little kids anymore. What, are they going to get lost?"
Xu Yuanqing leaned lazily against the wall, looking utterly done with life as he kept complaining about the vice principal.
And right above his head was a loudspeaker.
"But I have to say, our President Sun certainly is generous."
"Tsk, tsk. You'll turn heads even in Ink City."
Glancing at Yu Sheng's new clothes, Xu Yuanqing clicked his tongue in admiration.
It was a school uniform.
The uniform was an off-white color overall, decorated with ink-wash designs that gave it a somewhat vintage look.
On the back was a pool of ink.
A black fish leaped out of the water, splashing droplets into the air.
And those droplets formed a faint character for "ink" in midair.
It looked remarkably evocative.
"Money really can make the devil turn a millstone."
"To think the great painter Lin Mo would paint a school uniform."
"Tsk, tsk."
"But that backpack doesn't really match. Why not get a new one?"
Xu Yuanqing asked curiously.
Yu Sheng shook his head gently, his fingers brushing over the words on the backpack. "This backpack... I really like