Yang Chunxi's heart softened. She leaned forward, resting an elbow on the lectern and cupping her cheek with her hand. Her long, black hair cascaded down, a breathtaking sight.
She looked at the older sister, Shi Lou, in the last row and said, "So, you're the same as her."
Shi Lou stood up and nodded, her gaze unwavering and completely resolute. "Yes, Teacher."
"Sit down, sit down. You must work hard, alright?" Yang Chunxi said with a smile, then turned her head to look at Lu Mang, who was in the first seat of the third group. "What about you?"
Lu Mang remained expressionless. After a moment of silence, he said, "I just wanted to seize the opportunity. Songjiang Soul Martial University is a top-tier institution, better than any high school."
Yang Chunxi's smile seemed to hide a story. It was clear she had information the other students didn't. Lu Mang's reasons for coming here all the way from Shanghai weren't that simple.
