At the same time, or perhaps earlier, or even a bit later, a fervent tidal wave of song had erupted not just on the campus of Jinling University, but in every school and academy across Huaxia. Anyone with a fiercely patriotic heart found it impossible to suppress their excitement in such an atmosphere!
The Jingguo Society. For every child of Huaxia, it was an eternal, aching wound in their hearts.
Now that this thorn of torment had finally been pulled out, who could possibly remain indifferent?
If not for the circumstances, Li Qiuzhe and his friends would have probably rushed out to buy firecrackers and set them off all around the campus.
They lost count of how many times they sang the verse about the five-starred red flag. It was not until they were exhausted, their voices raw and hoarse, that the students finally trudged back to their dormitories.
"What's going on?"
