As daylight dawned, Lin Chen arranged the next three days of training for several girls, while he himself followed Wang Zixuan to the top floor of the teaching building.
The top floor of Zhonghai University's teaching building is very spacious and even has a helipad.
The two reached the rooftop, where two helicopters were already parked on the helipad.
"Wow, so extravagant." Gazing at the scene before him, Lin Chen couldn't help but be stunned.
On either side of the helicopters, stood eight girl-like beauties.
Each of these beauties was as graceful as a flower emerging from water, all dressed in identical white gauze dresses, standing neatly. A breeze blew by, lifting their skirts, revealing glimpses of springtime.
Upon seeing Lin Chen and Wang Zixuan, the eight beauties bowed simultaneously: "Greetings, Saintess!"
Wang Zixuan smiled faintly: "There's no need to be so formal, my sisters. Let's go."
