Cong Nianwei burst into laughter. The tutor said from behind Lan, "Please sit back down. We’ll begin our class now."
Lan gestured at Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei before stealing a glance at the two guys behind them. "See you after class."
Before his voice could fade away, He Ming spoke out, "Boy Lan, sit there."
"What?" The three of them were taken back. Guan Jian laughed. "Good Boy Lan. You, the redhead! Sit there. Never change seat."
All kinds of feelings welled up in his heart. Lan Jin had no idea what was going on. Shall I thank Qin Guan for this or my mother?
After such a long training course, he was finally accepted by that mysterious group.
He snorted and glanced at his previous seat proudly. The surrounding students were looking at him with a slightly confused, jealous expression.
Lan laughed and pulled out the chair on the other side of Qin Guan, holding his head high. He sat down as if he was about to die a martyr’s death.
