Surrounding the thunder of joy, everybody clapped desperately, almost cracked their hands.

Dong Cunfeng sighed again in his heart, hoping to attract these students to come and spend a handful, but unfortunately it turned into selfless devotion and love.

But look at Lin Feng's innocent appearance, his heart immediately became calm.

Linfeng is red, it's hot, it's as red as the fire in the steelmaking furnace, it's as red as the monkey's buttocks in Emei Mountain.

Green restaurants have also become the focus of the city overnight.

Hundreds of students come every day. Men have to pay homage to their teachers, and women have to take pictures. Even Yao Yao,...