席祖儿’s slender hand made a gentle sweep in the air.
In an instant.
The desolate autumn wind followed, lifting layers of fallen leaves straight towards the maple trees on one side of the school path.
The nails that had just been driven into the maple tree fell with a rustling sound.
Without the support of the nails, the giant poster leaned off the tree, caught by the wind, fluttering wildly.
The group of senior students panicked, scattered in haste, chasing after the floating posters. But the mischievous wind played tricks, making the posters rise and fall, escaping their grasp.
After running breathlessly around the bushes, finally hoping for the wind to stop, the posters landed on the ground. Just as they were about to pick them up, they slipped and lunged towards Mr. Wu on the poster.
"Could it be that the heavens want to embrace Mr. Wu?" The exhausted seniors cried tears of joy.
But who knew.
The paper of the printed poster was even slipperier, not only failing to hug the image of Mr. Wu but instead stumbled, stepping all over it, and finally sat down in a ss, letting out a scream: "Ahh... Ow!"
It turned out that so nails were still stuck in the poster, and when sitting down, they accidentally pierced...
The heavens were not ant for them to embrace, but for them to painfully get poked.
Laughter erupted among the passersby.
Xi Rubao burst into laughter, unable to stay angry: "Sis, look, look, they wanted to step on others, but ended up ruining their idol’s face. They mocked others with cruel words, only for their own butts to get poked, hahaha, isn’t the universe delightful!"
Zuzi curled her lips slightly, glanced at the row of century-old maple trees on the school path where the nails had casually been driven into: "The heavens weren’t necessary; these saplings can teach them a small lesson."
Xi Rubao didn’t quite understand but was in an exceptionally good mood: "Who would’ve thought Mr. Wu, such a fine idol, would have so many brainless fans, tsk tsk. Sis, let’s head to class. Seems like a big lecture, hurry, let’s not be late!"
The three rushed to the tiered grand lecture hall, just in ti as the class bell rang.
They weren’t late, but the instructor was.
This was a public lecture titled "Basic Legal Literacy for College Students," attended by students from various faculties and majors.
With the teacher absent, the lecture hall buzzed like a flock of sheep.
As soon as Zuzi and the others sat down, they overheard students in the front row chatting excitedly about gossip:
"Hey hey, did you get selected for Qianshan’s reader eting yesterday, how was it, fun?"
"Of course, a super fan sponsored the whole event, the hotel was ultra-luxurious, even the little cake was a flavor I’ve never tried, custard apple passion fruit, just amazing..."
"Did you get to shake hands with Qianshan?"
"Uh... Qianshan had a last-minute thing and didn’t show up..."
"What? Then the food just doesn’t taste the sa."
"Who says so, even though Qianshan didn’t co, Mr. Wu did! You wouldn’t believe it, it practically turned into Mr. Wu’s fan eting, it was my first ti shaking hands with my idol, I haven’t even washed my hand, sob sob sob..."
Xi Rubao awkwardly twitched her lips, whispering to Zuzi: "Didn’t expect mom didn’t show up, giving this guy an advantage. I rember there was an idiom for this..."
Although it wasn’t about jealousy, it just didn’t sit right.
"A dove takes over a magpie’s nest." Zuzi squinted, her lazy gaze suddenly lifted, looking towards the side of the podium.
There was a bulletin board, posting school notices and information about lectures and events.
Due to the sensational performance at the military training report, it was filled with promotional posters of Wu Qianman starring in "Long Immortal Road."
However, at this mont.
A few senior students stumbled into the classroom, supporting each other, directing the freshn to tear down Wu Qianman’s still photos...
And replaced them with the new posters in their hands!
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