The dozens of boys present were all dumbfounded.
The two goddesses of Wanghai Noble Academy had both come to the boys' dormitory, and both were there to deliver bedding to Wang Yan.
What's so good about this Wang Yan? Is it just because he can fight?
At this moment, countless boys secretly resolved in their hearts to defeat Wang Yan at the right time.
By then, maybe the favor of the two goddesses could be directed at themselves.
While the boys were daydreaming, inside dorm room 304, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting glared at each other fiercely, and sparks flew where their gazes met.
"Beiming Xue!"
"Ouyang Feiting!"
Both gritted their teeth and spat out each other's names harshly.
Ouyang Feiting threw the large bag she was holding onto the bed, squeezed to the bedside, unzipped it, revealing a clean quilt, a mattress, and a pillow inside.
Ouyang Feiting took out the quilt and was about to spread it on the bed.
