Chương 67: Chapter 67 The Little Boy Selling Old Books_1

The sky gradually darkened.

This small street seemed like a giant dragon just awakened on Gold Mountain, lazily stretching its body. Colorful gemstones slid off it, sparkling with mesmerizing luster.

Zheng Qing sipped milk tea from the paper cup, carefully avoiding each pearl.

He didn't enjoy the sticky sensation of these things.

The other new students were listlessly sprawled on the bar, waiting for their orientation guide to return.

Nicholas was queueing for meal numbers at a restaurant nearby.

It was said that this restaurant offered the most cost-effective buffet in the whole of Beta Town, and the seating was always tight.

"Don't worry! I'm familiar with the restaurant manager, I'll get it sorted out for you."

The first-year veteran confidently left after buying each freshman a cup of milk tea.

Ding Ling, Dang Lang.

Da Da, Da Da.

The clear sound of copper bells mixed with the hoof strikes on the paving stones echoed on the street.

Zheng Qing lifted his head.