"Is everyone here?" Luo Qinhan's voice asked, sounding like a yellow oriole coming out of a valley, serene and refined.
Despite her more Western appearance, her pure Huaxia language was as authentic as it could be.
If one did not look at her face, others would definitely mistake her for a true Huaxia person, and moreover, one who had lived in Huaxia from childhood.
"Teacher, we're still missing three people; class president Meng Yiyi, Ning Xi, and the new student haven't arrived," a girl with a ponytail replied. She was the study committee member of Senior Year, Class 3.
"It must be that new guy who's held up Meng Yiyi and Ning Xi!" A voice suddenly burst from the middle of the student crowd.
"Han Lingfeng, do you know what's going on?" Alice asked curiously.
The speaker was Han Lingfeng.
Today was possibly the most frustrating day for Han Lingfeng, as he seemed to be in a streak of bad luck from morning to night.
