Lu Mian strolled through layers of surprised and admiring gazes, making her way to the entrance of the chess institute. She didn't forget to snap her fingers at a couple of peers at the front tables, oozing casual coolness.
"I'm off, treat you to skewers!"
"Lu Mian's on her way!"
Pang Hao and Shouhao were waving their support banners as they sprinted off.
As they passed by the tearful Fu Man, they paused for a moment, feeling extremely satisfied inside, as if a wrongful accusation had been gloriously overturned.
And Fu Man, watching Lu Mian leave, felt as if she was tied to the chair, completely immobile.
Mianmian, she treated her classmates better than she did her own mother.
She had really failed...
Lu Mian, along with Pang Hao and Shouhao, stepped outside, discussing where to head for some fun, when they heard hasty footsteps from behind.
And a particularly annoying voice.
