Eight in the morning.
When Qiao Ze entered the classroom with the three from his dormitory, a clear voice rang out, "Qiao Ze, over here."
It was Su Mucheng, standing poised at the back of the classroom, casually greeting Qiao Ze.
This call drew the gaze of nearly everyone in the class to Qiao Ze, who had been following behind Zhang Zhou.
What a scene, with the class president leading the way, the group secretary by his side, and the class committee member beckoning…
This newcomer treatment was indeed unparalleled.
Fortunately for Qiao Ze, he was already used to the feeling of countless eyes focused on him.
He had transferred schools three times during high school, and each time he appeared as the new guy in class, the attention he received was similar.
Some were even more excessive.
Being stared at with invasive, offensive glances was also common.
So, the curious stares in the classroom were nothing to Qiao Ze.
