"Going home," these two words sounded incredibly natural.
Now, they had unconsciously developed a strong sense of belonging to the academy.
The Dingchuan Academy group returned home in a hovering transport vehicle, admiring the scenery along the way through the windows.
These youths were feeling the long-missed atmosphere of life, and their hearts began to lively beat in unison.
White Hair's hands were shaking with excitement.
At last, Mu Fan couldn't take it anymore and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Finally, someone had asked. With tearful eyes, White Hair said, "I'm excited, man. Why are my hands shaking? Because today is the casino's anniversary, chips are at 1 to 1.1! Will you join me later?"
Mu Fan immediately refused, feeling like he was the only sane one at the moment.
Seeing Mu Fan ignoring him, White Hair immediately started looking for his next target.
Time quietly passed, and soon they arrived at the base.
