The wolves howled and the sun and moon were dark.
Who could have thought, just like that they started fighting, without even giving a chance to escape.
Everyone's luggage is still on the bus, the dormitory hasn't even been reached, yet they've already been beaten.
Some fashionable little Princesses and Princes are wearing brand new clothes, the latest limited edition AJ109s on their feet.
They're all ruined now.
Those graduates like miners, ruthless like wolves.
Bang, crash.
Crash, bang.
A lion charging into a flock of sheep, what a terrifying sight.
Let alone now it's a pride of lions charging into the flock.
Although everyone is over 9 Karat talents, it's terrifying to compare.
The other side all graduated from the potential class.
The weakest have at least 13 Karat, reaching the B class Wuda score line.
Compared with them, we're just a bunch of fakes, a group of A imitations.
