Fang Che's gaze quickly swept over everyone, taking in their reactions.
He had a clear idea in his head.
He then raised his glass and walked towards the instructors' table to offer a toast.
"You've spoken well."
Li Changkong praised.
The other instructors also looked at him with admiration.
Fang Che smiled sheepishly, "You flatter me, instructors."
Instructor Liu from class eleven sighed, "We can only envy."
Bing Shangxue stopped using her chopsticks and looked at Fang Che, "Tell me, boy, what are you up to?"
This comment almost made Instructor Liu sprain his back.
How could such a statement suddenly come out?
Did I miss something just now?
"I have no ulterior motive," Fang Che smiled innocently.
"If you don't tell us now, we will know nothing," Bing Shangxue huffed, pretending to reach for her chopsticks.
"No, no..."
