An hour later.
Night had completely fallen.
Da da da—
A Student Union officer walked briskly into the tent, the cowhide boots making crisp contact sounds with the ground.
He whispered a few words with his colleague and then said to Xu Yun,
"Classmate Luo Feng, the time and equipment are just about ready. Please follow me."
Xu Yun nodded, followed him out of the small tent, and arrived at an open space.
At this time, the open space, except for the central area, was already surrounded by a dense crowd of people:
Among them were Wheat and Aveline—one was the second bursary student at Trinity College, known as 'Little Niu the Second,' and the other was simply the only direct descendant of the Aesku Clan. It was quite normal for them to be here.
There was also Angus Roman,
Frederick Agar Ellis, who saw Thomson as a rival,
The future composer Max Christian Friedrich Bruch, and so on.
