Gu Jianlin had plenty of thoughts. Peak City Second High was the best school in town, but honestly, the rules weren't all that strict.
You could date, curl and dye your hair, wear makeup and skirts—no one really cared.
As long as your grades were good.
Only students like Youzhu, who got in through artistic merit and stayed at the bottom of the grade rankings, would have their parents called in.
"What exactly are you here for?"
Gu Jianlin couldn't help asking, "Is something about to happen?"
Lu Zicheng raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know?"
Gu Jianlin scanned the surroundings, his pupils gleaming.
"One."
"Three."
"Seven."
"Nine."
He muttered under his breath, voice low: "Just on this floor alone, I've spotted nine people disguised as students. If I'm not mistaken, they're all with the association, right? Your people?"
