"Everyone says that this is the top art institution, nurturing the finest talent. What a load of crap that turned out to be, thank goodness I didn't choose it."
The teacher had even tried to persuade her!
In her past life, she had already seen through these so-called superior poets and scholars and their shameless audacity.
A few of them blushed and were at a loss for words at her remarks. But Shi Xueyun's status in the hearts of the school's students was indeed very high, so naturally, they would be furious when their idol was criticized.
"That's because you were the one who was rude first," the only girl in the group accused with a righteous face, raising her voice sharply.
Nan Fei's gaze swept over her and the more she looked, the more familiar she appeared until she finally remembered who she was. Although she couldn't recall her name, she remembered that this person was Shi Xueyun's lackey in her previous life.
