The moonlight is gentle tonight.
Ning Rongrong was sitting on the stairs in front of the dormitory with her chin in her hand, in a daze. From afar, she saw three figures walking towards the gate.
"You're back!" She stood up and waved, a gentle smile on her face, "Where did the four-eyed owl take you to class?"
"The big fighting spirit arena in the city." Zhu Zhu, who lived in the same dormitory, said calmly.
"Wow---" Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of envy, "Actual combat? How is it? Is it fun?"
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