The "School Festival" countdown, one day left.
In the central district and the corridor area, students grouped up, busily setting up their stalls and shops, filled with tension.
"Goda Haya, you bastard! Don't just take away the plywood our department bought for your own use, bring it back! And this year, I'm betting that the Sumo Hot Pot Fan Club will beat you!"
"Ah, we've run out of paint, where's the procurement team?! Hurry up!"
This time at the school festival, we don't have to compete with those campus stars for any ranking. We just need to ensure a certain sales volume to enhance the status of our research society! Remember, we are a team!"
Boom boom boom.
Amidst the crowd, Xingping Chuangzhen moved a cart with a distinct Chinese style with ease.
Many students stopped to point and chatter.
"Xingping!"
