"You really want to know?"
"Of course we do, just tell us." The crowd leaned in with curious faces.
"Then go ask the president yourself." Qing Yi offered what they felt was an excellent suggestion.
"Tsk~"
The crowd collectively rolled their eyes and somewhat disappointingly dispersed to their respective places.
"Jun Moyan, look what this is."
Wen Xiao'ai couldn't wait to take out the several dozen folded A4 papers from the big pocket of her overalls, then handed them with both hands to Jun Moyan, her face full of anticipation for praise.
Jun Moyan took them over and unfolded them, his heart stirred when he saw the pages filled with his name.
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai standing obediently with her little hands behind her back, smiling and looking at him like a good student showing their homework to a teacher, Jun Moyan felt an unusual emotion blossoming in his heart.
It was subtle, indescribable, but he liked it very much.
"How is it? Did I write well?"
