After the Metaphysical Class gathering ended, Chen Mobai's seven-year tenure at the Dance Tool Dao Academy also came to an end.
"I won't be coming next year."
In the student council, Hua Zijing waved at everyone with a seemingly carefree air.
"You've done a lot for the past two years."
Chen Mobai looked at her, genuinely thanked her from the bottom of his heart. Without her substantial assistance, it would have been impossible for him to take over the student council so effortlessly.
"Goodbye."
After saying these two words, Hua Zijing seemed unable to stay any longer and immediately turned to leave.
"President, will we ever see Sister Hua again?"
Zhuang Jialan's eyes were brimming with tears. Her emotions were more intense than Hua Zijing's and she didn't have the same control. Seeing the senior who has shown her the ropes of the student council for a year graduating, she couldn't hold back her tears.
