"All right, everyone discuss among yourselves for now; we'll start making a detailed plan from tomorrow." Zhiyan said, sweeping her gaze over the crowd.
"Since it's a class matter, let's all put our heads together. The more ideas, the more substantial our plan will be," Sharon said with a light smile, gently reminding everyone.
"Haha, indeed, we've got to crack our skulls open to come up with a solid plan; otherwise, we don't deserve to be in Sage Class One," someone in the crowd called out, eliciting a wave of laughter.
The next two classes quickly came to an end. As soon as Zhiyan stepped out of the classroom, someone approached her, saying that the Dean was looking for her.
"You go see the Dean first; we'll wait for you in the cafeteria," Shasha waved her hand, dismissing the idea of monopolizing Zhiyan any further—who could, after all, when it was the Dean summoning.
"Alright, I'll be off then," Zhiyan nodded and turned towards the office of the Dean.
