After all the students entered the classroom, the school principal accompanied a man out of another office building.
"Mr. Sang, once the school arranges the right people, we'll notify you. Does that work for you?"
The man responded casually, "Mm."
The principal escorted the man to the school entrance, exchanged a few pleasantries with him, and watched him leave.
The man dressed casually and a bit unkempt, but he had a strikingly handsome face that could still pull off that artist's disheveled charm no matter how he dressed.
The principal sighed.
We're all human; why is there such a big difference?
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"I heard our school is making a promotional video, and they need students from several classes."
"That won't involve us; we're in the senior class."
"That's true..."
Chuzheng woke up and heard people behind her discussing the promotional video. She turned to look at her deskmate, but the seat was empty and she didn't know where he was.
