C105 The Bad past of the Literary Capital

Wendu still remembered it clearly.

That year, Wendu's school was on vacation, and the school was almost on vacation.

That afternoon they were in the woods, not far from the high school, in a gray, silky rain. There were two groups of people, one of which was Chen Linfeng's group, which numbered around 40 to 50 people. On one side was another group of students, also from a high school