The banquet was very enjoyable.
After all, academic credits in the Martial Arts Academy are significant, and being able to have a meal without spending one's credits is still worth being happy about.
Especially after hearing what Li Changkong had to say, everyone felt like they had gained a lot, and the trip was not in vain.
Even the four instructors from class eleven were utterly convinced, not to mention everyone else.
The banquet was drawing to a close.
Fang Che stood up to give a toast.
His face was already flushed from drinking as he stood behind Ding Jie Ran, holding up his wine glass, and loudly said, "Everyone knows that I, Fang Che, am a man who cherishes words like gold, usually quiet and reserved, always low-profile in the Academy, never stirring up trouble. Today has been very lively, and I don't really know what to say, but in short, I am very happy."
"Let's all drink to that! Please look out for me in the future."
Fang Che drained his glass in one gulp.
