As one hunter that posed a threat to Chu Yue had already made the scene, Xiao Luo was in a state of high tension these days. Whether in class or choir practice, he was exceptionally sensitive to every stranger who had shown up.
With far-reaching influence and resources, Chu Yunxiong had got his hands on the hunter's information.
Hence, not only that Xiao Luo knew the hunter's name and nickname, he even had his appearance etched in his mind.
With his eyebrows knitted, he looked at the nearby forest and drifted off in contemplation: If I were him, when and where would I decide to act?
When he was spacing out, an oval face appeared before him. A pair of glazed eyes were staring at him angrily. It was the class monitor, Huang Ruoran.
"Anything?" Xiao Luo asked faintly.
Huang Ruoran rebuked, "Everyone else is focusing on choir practice except you. You are always standing here absentminded. What in the world are you thinking?"
