However, the Si Mo she encountered just now seemed rather different from the Si Mo she knew.
Upon this thought, Xia Yiwan's mind instantly recalled her first meeting with Si Mo.
It was ten years ago.
On a clear and sunny day, the opening ceremony of the Jin City No. 1 High School was being held.
Thousands of middle school and high school students were bustling in the massive playground, chatting and listening to the headmaster's speech.
As the representative of the new first-year students, she was nervously standing backstage, hearing teachers around her looking for Si Mo.
"Why isn't the representative of the high school first-year students here yet?"
"I don't know."
She admired Si Mo at the time, so she paid close attention.
Soon, the school leader's speech was over.
"Xia Yiwan, it's almost time for your speech. Remember to come up from the left and leave from the right after you finish, got it?" The hosting teacher whispered to her.
