"Lana, your French is the best, why don't you give it a try?"
Hearing her classmate's words, Freya Morrison looked over for help, and Lana Thompson sighed there: "I don't know if I can do it or not..."
She stepped forward, approached Freya, and said in a low voice: "Freya, if it's because of you that our school is embarrassed, do you think the school will still give you this opportunity for direct admission to graduate school?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Freya understood, her face changed dramatically: "How can you be so despicable!"
Lana raised her eyebrows smugly and grinned with satisfaction.
Freya's eyes were red with anxiety, and the foreign guests on the other side were waving and talking too. Just then, a tall figure, led by someone from the Student Union, walked in, it was Skay!
