Shen Yuan watched the class formations marching one by one toward the main platform and took a deep breath.
Beside him, Ah Jie gave him a thumbs-up.
Soon, to the drumbeat of the "Athletes' March," Class 15's formation started toward the main platform.
Since it wasn't time for their stunt yet, they kept things low-key.
Yang Yimeng, the academic representative walking at the very front, turned to look at the boys in her class and shook her head helplessly.
'Whatever,' she thought. 'This has always been Class 15's style.'
"And now, approaching the platform is the third-year Class 15!"
As soon as the announcer finished the introduction, Class 15's entire formation suddenly convulsed into motion.
The five boys in the front row suddenly and uniformly raised folding poster boards above their heads.
A soul-crushing question formed from the white poster boards appeared in the air: "Have You Memorized It?"
