The boy on the left, Li Wenhao, quickly retorted, "If you think it's right, then how can it be a horror room escape?"
Gu Juncheng had no words to argue.
The overhead broadcast was constantly playing, and though the content of the classes was not important, they had to wait for it to stop before leaving their seats.
As Zhou Yan said, they placed each student ID back on the correct desks.
Once this was done, the game level was considered finished, then the lights would go out, and the next level would start.
A few minutes later, that annoying broadcast finally stopped.
Gu Juncheng muttered under his breath, "What kind of decent teacher teaches this kind of thug poetry in class?"
Zhou Yan solemnly reminded him, "…Old Ji mentioned it a couple of times before."
Old Ji was their Chinese language teacher.
Gu Juncheng: "…"
Su Nanzhi couldn't be bothered to join the chat, and together with a few others, they put each student ID back in its place.
