Zhao Rong remembered what Qing Jun looked like as a child, and as for Xiao Xiao... hmm, he should still be a fuzzy little Fire Fox, hopping around Qiantang Mountain.
So, what in the world was this bizarre dream about?
Whatever happened to doing as one pleased?
Zhao Rong pouted and glanced inside the school again.
The twenty-one children were wearing uniform school attire.
In fact, there were twenty little boys and only one little girl, her hair done up in double buns, yet she appeared quite rigid.
Zhao Rong took a few more glances at her but still didn't recognize her.
The little girl with double buns seemed to be something like a class monitor in the school, and she also had a small ruler in her hand.
At this moment, she appeared to be following the instructions of the old master teacher, leaving her seat to collect homework from her classmates.
The little girl with double buns was methodical and stiff in her work.
Her vaguely discernible expression seemed to be the same.
