As Su Luo said that, she turned to look at Lu Mian at the back of the classroom.
The sunlight at the end of October streamed through the window, casting a golden halo over the girl.
There she sat, nonchalant, undisturbed by the many discussions and criticisms surrounding her, quietly and composedly flipping through a novel.
The novel's colorful cover was completely out of sync with the solemn and dull classroom.
Such was Lu Mian, called a student, yet seeming as if she never truly belonged here.
Su Luo felt helpless. Even at this time, Lu Mian remained unflappable.
But some things still had to be said.
"The review materials were organized by Lu Mian for everyone. The person you should be thanking isn't me, it's Lu Mian!"
Her voice was strong and resolute, like a stone thrown into a lake.
"If anyone dares say Lu Mian lacks a sense of collective honor, take a look at those review materials in your hands first and see how many points they helped you improve!"
