Since starting middle school, Luo Yang had never experienced being liked by so many girls.
As Dongfeng Middle School's heartthrob, he wasn't an object of the girls' disdain, but he was definitely not as adored as he was today. He thought being an Emperor couldn't be much better than this.
Every girl in the class had a beaming smile, each chatting and laughing around him, making him their focus, and talking about topics he liked.
It was only when the bell signaled the start of the second period that they returned to their seats.
By the break of the third period, the members of the Sorority had actually come to the corridor outside the Year 9 (5) class—they were there for Luo Yang.
Those who were junior to him called him "senior," and those senior to him called him "junior."
Hearing those sweet calls of "senior" and "junior" was indeed pleasant to the ear.