Gu Wenjuan forced a smile and was about to speak when suddenly someone said, "Ah, I remember now! I knew the name Gu Wenjuan sounded so familiar!"
As these words fell, Gu Wenjuan's heart skipped a beat.
A great, ominous premonition immediately made her hair stand on end.
Because the voice was all too familiar!
Gu Wenjuan looked in that direction and indeed saw a figure she recognized. It was a member of the Mo Shang student council, named He Yuanlin, whom Gu Wenjuan had sought help from several times.
This person also liked to flaunt his minor power everywhere, especially favoring the obedient and quiet Gu Wenjuan.
In the past, He Yuanlin always carried himself with arrogance, never respecting their class, which ranked at the very bottom of the school. Whenever they were in front of him, he would look down on them with disdain.
Now as their gazes met, a look of fear clashed with one of mockery in their eyes.
Someone next to He Yuanlin asked, "What, do you know Gu Wenjuan?"
