After Song Bing cheered them up, they held their heads high and pushed open the door into the banquet hall.
As soon as they entered, the hall quieted down.
All eyes were on the three of them, each expression different.
The clever Wu Bin deliberately walked behind them, not alongside them.
Seeing that the situation was off, Wu Bin slid to the side, pretending he didn't know the three.
Awkward.
So damn awkward!
The other students were dressed in jackets, sportswear, and jeans, as youthful as could be.
Only these three idiots wore cheap suits and leather shoes, and even slicked their hair back with oil!
It felt as if three insurance salesmen had suddenly crashed a college reunion.
Too conspicuous by far!
"Room leader, my calf is cramping a bit."
"Room leader, why are they not talking, what does this mean, do they look down on us?"
Song Bing didn't know what to say at this point.
Today, the three of them had utterly lost face.
Seeing the trio in such a state.
