Wei Feituan mechanically followed the broadcast instructions and made stiff movements, her eyes vacant and her expression dull and numb. In the huge queue, a small person is as insignificant as an ant. The same black heads, the same school uniforms, thousands of people repeating the same set of movements, stiff and procrastinating, high-spirited music, and procrastinating and uneven routines combine to form a weird and unique scene of broadcasting exercises.
Without any hesitation, Wei Yao took the wine bottle handed over by the boy opposite and slammed it on the table. The light yellow wine flowed all over the table, and the slightly bitter taste instantly filled her mouth and nose. The glass shards flew in all directions, and a few fragments made several small wounds on the back of her hand. But as if she didn't feel anything, she smiled provocatively.
The breast badge hanging on Wei Jianjia's uniform jacket shines warmly and dazzlingly in the sun, complementing the slightly curved smile at her eyes, showing her elegance and elegance. The girl's eyes were as dark as inkstones, as if filled with the warm fragrance of ink, and she looked quiet and intoxicated. The strong aura of the Discipline Inspection Commission and his team were even more intimidating than the school leaders wherever they went.