The next day, Snowflake Middle School, three thirty in the afternoon.
With the ring of the school bell, the originally quiet campus burst into activity in an instant. In no time, standing at the school gate, parents could see a swarm of students rushing out like a tidal wave, among them, some found their own parents to go home with.
There were others who split into groups of two or three, heading in different directions. These students were going to their extracurricular activities. Some clubs were held within the school, while some had their activities outside of the school grounds.
But rest assured, these clubs' instructors all had a connection with the school. They could either be teachers from the school or formal coaches invited by the school using its connections and money.
"Bro, why are you here?!"
At the school gate, Phil, who had just walked out from the black iron gate, seemed a bit surprised. Matthew's business had always kept him busy.
