The two middle school troublemakers looked pale, both staring at the college student in a trench coat with a longsword who emerged from the door. President Chi Zijing glanced at the boxes heading straight towards his head, and exclaimed with rich emotion: "Wow, is it such a coincidence again?"
This time, President did not reenact the coffee pot disaster from four years ago. The invisible and colorless telekinesis swiftly brought the two boxes back to the ground. Gongsun Ce, leaning against the wall, adjusted his glasses: "Are you guys here to deliver something or assassinate the President?"
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"Year-end parent-child festival..." Gongsun Ce tapped on the event flyer with his finger, "I say President, why do we still have activities with names that sound straight out of kindergarten when we're basically high school and college students? This festival looks like a 'holding hands and playing games' vibe, I'm worried about everyone's participation rate."
