[Beauty Qiao, Comrade Jiang is as bad as you are! Not only did he ignore Old Gu, he even got the guards to scare him off with a gun…Speaking of which, I was surprised that you didn't do anything to him!]
Gu Xiqiao took a towel and walked over to the bathroom. "The finals are coming, no use in giving myself the trouble."
[You forgot to close the door!] The system spirit shouted.
Gu Xiqiao responded with a single flick of her wrist, closing the door behind her with a resounding thump.
[At least your ancient martial arts is good for closing doors!]
"...Shut up!"
June the sixth was a day before the national finals would start.
At this time, all of the other students in First City High had already left the school, and the only exception was the Parallel Class that was on the fourth floor. In the classroom, a girl in a loose-fitting school uniform was writing on the blackboard with a piece of chalk.
