Hu Ju grumpily lifted his dust-covered foot and rubbed it against his own calf.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Yang Yiqun, looking pale all of a sudden, hurriedly waved his hands and apologized.
"Don't be so harsh. Try to be more tolerant and gentle with the freshmen."
A handsome young man in black training apparel, who exuded grace and elegance, gently reminded him.
It was the Student Union President, Long Pan.
Reminded by him, Hu Ju seemed to suddenly remember something and regretfully smacked his forehead.
Then, he produced a stiff smile that seemed uglier than crying, and patted Yang Yiqun's shoulder saying,
"No worries, recognize and correct your faults. What's your student number? I'll give you some extra points later."
"..."
Hearing these words, Yang Yiqun's face turned even uglier than his.
Are you sure it's extra points?
I bet the moment I share my student number, my account's going to be in deficit...