Rumble…
Lightning streaks across the dark clouds.
Whoosh...
A torrential downpour descends from the sky.
On the high stage, the music paused, the dance took a break.
The host, drenched in rain, shouted loudly into the microphone.
"All class monitors, please guide your classmates to evacuate orderly!"
"All class monitors..."
Each class, still disciplined from military training, braved the heavy rain, anxious yet composed. Occasionally, the loud shouts of class monitors rang out.
"Don't mess up the formation!"
"We're already soaked; whether fast or slow, it's the same!"
...
The members of the Immortal Grass Experimental Class were soaked like wet chickens, foolishly laughing and holding their heads as they ran down the high stage.
"Hahaha, was our class's performance the best?"
"Wu Qingyun and Bai Mo are so cool!"
