It's hard to say how many tests Zhang Xiaoke had stuffed into her bag, but she must have really not gone out for fun in a long time.
It wasn't even a tourist spot, just Ji University, yet she was so delighted as if it were something extraordinary. Her waist wasn't sore, her hips weren't hurting, taking selfies every step, and panting every seven steps, as if she had arrived at some remarkable place.
"Wow, Master, can I visit the future dormitory building?"
"Wow, Master, the people here don't look any different, do they?"
"Wow, Master, there's an old man riding a bike over there. Could he be the Sweeping Monk? Let's go chat with him to see if he has any Secret Manuals."
As Li Zheng, he had naturally blended into the campus atmosphere of Ji University.
But walking with Zhang Xiaoke instantly exposed his middle school student nature.
The teachers and students passing by couldn't help but look at them with a laugh, making Li Zheng very uncomfortable.
