In the eighth grade, the third platoon leader swiftly straightened his bed.
But before he could join Wang Ye for a chat, a cheerful guy appeared at the Class Eight dormitory door.
"Hey, Brother Wang!"
Zhang Ping'an arrived.
"Hey there!"
Wang Ye was originally seated on a small stool, pretending to peruse the regulations.
Upon Zhang Ping'an's arrival, Wang Ye promptly rose with a friendly grin.
"Come on, let your comrades chat outside!"
At that moment, Zhou Qi, who had been standing with the third platoon leader, proactively turned and greeted.
This scene once again stirred envy in Zhang Wen and the other two.
Comparisons were unforgiving!
Look at Wang Ye; he didn't even utter a word when he memorized the questions earlier. If someone came looking for him, he didn't need to say anything; he willingly let them go for a walk. And what about them?
He lowered his voice and glanced over with a solemn expression.
