Though Wu Zhangkong wore his usual mask of iciness, his eyes seemed to flicker with conflicted emotions.
“Let’s find an inn first.”
The word ‘luxury’ didn’t exist in the dictionary of the inn that Wu Zhangkong chose, simply finding one that was near the station and booked three rooms.
The inn gave off an antique feel with its simple architecture and mottled exterior of stone and wood, and its interior was neat and tidy, though their amenities were plain.
Each room had one bed, two bedside cabinets, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair. Only two people could fit in the washroom at a time, and that was all. It had four white walls and a window with a view of the train station.
Wu Zhangkong had a room to himself while the students were split by gender into two other rooms.
Wu Zhangkong had wanted to get a three-person room, but this inn only had two-person rooms. Otherwise, they would have only needed two rooms.