All good things come to an end.
The old shop in the alleyway closed for the night, and the street corner lights dimmed.
"I'm going to see an old friend."
Mr. Shu, with a cigar in his mouth, opened the car door and smiled, "It's just past eleven, there's still time, who wants a ride?"
Everyone hurriedly shook their heads in refusal.
No one wanted to get into the teacher's car in the middle of the night and be sliced by people's stares on the streets.
"What a lack of taste in young people," Zhou Jiren put on sunglasses and silently started the engine by himself. He waved his hand and sped away with a roar.
As the supercar disappeared from sight, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"In my opinion, the teacher's taste..."
Zhong Wei shook his head and clicked his tongue, "Is inversely proportional to his strength."
"Indeed, there's a bit of..." Luo Er sighed softly, "Uniqueness."
