The students of Finance Class One dragged their exhausted bodies together at the Hexagon Pavilion on campus.
It was already evening, and the day's heat seemed to have been blown away by the evening breeze, but the anger in their hearts had not dissipated.
Pa——
Zhong Quan slapped his thigh with the back of his hand, just in time to kill a mosquito that was sucking his blood.
Feeling relieved, he looked up at Yue Qingqing and Mi Shu.
"The guys feel the same way; it's always the same few lines over and over, trying to mess with everyone's relationships."
The boys gathered around him were also indignant, "These people really have too much time on their hands, fanning the flames everywhere. Is it not hot enough that they have to add more fuel?"
They would not be provoked. After all, the girls had been kind enough to give them "shoe insoles" as a gesture of goodwill.
Moreover, isn't it crazy to attack the person who raises a problem instead of finding a solution?