Particularly, some students were seated at a table in a dim corner that neither the lamp light nor the sunlight had reached.
At this moment, their gazes unanimously turned toward Wei Shan... more precisely, toward Wei Shan's foot.
Wei Shan seemed to feel as if his body were laden with flags; a slight smile formed at the corner of his lips, and a cold, low rumbling echoed from between his teeth, "Buzz buzz buzz," like a roaring engine.
"Wei Sang, be careful not to fall behind," Lin Yi's voice called from ahead.
"Buzz... got it," Wei Shan's smile slowly faded, and the wild, rampant breath inside him also gradually subsided.
He stepped on the head of the Pocket Chef, walking over as if stepping on air, and then frowned, turning to Wei Liang to say, "The ground looks quite even to me; it must be your shoes that are uneven, right?"