The front row of the classroom.
Wu Xiaoqi had evacuated with such speed and precision, leaving behind only an empty desk.
And now, the owner, Duan Shigang, had taken over this treasured throne.
He placed down his backpack, pressed his hands on the desk, and as he acclimated to the new environment, he looked around with excitement evident on his face.
Class 8 had so many stunning girls!
Gorgeous, pretty, handsome, fair-skinned... they had it all, leaving him dazzled like a beggar who had stumbled into a buffet, unable to decide which dish to grab first, so excited he didn't know where to start.
The overall attractiveness of the female students was terrifyingly high.
They were countless times better than the girls from his previous class!
Duan Shigang mentally thanked Director Yan for eight generations.
