Sacred Sakura High School

  At the very top is a very eye-catching sign, with the words "Sakura High School" written in bold, dragon-and-phoenix script.

  I silently recited it in my heart and found that no matter how I recited it, it sounded so tacky, especially the golden color, which looked like a nouveau riche.

  Why bother with such gaudy colors, are you afraid people won't know this is an aristocratic school or something?

  On both sides of the square are parking spaces, with various luxury cars competing for a spot like they're in a ranking competition.

  There, I even saw three limited edition sports cars, with only fifty of such cars issued globally.

  I suddenly regret coming here.

  It should be the peak time for students to come and go, but now the square is empty, with only a few people passing by in front of me, I feel a bit depressed.

  Why have I been standing here for so long without seeing a single student?

  Isn't it time for class already?

  Look at the watch on your wrist, it's not even eight o'clock yet.

  Are all students in aristocratic schools well-behaved and studious?

  With a question in mind, I walked towards the big door that was open before me.

  Before me lies a long stone road, with beautiful gardens on both sides of the road. Various precious flowers are competing to bloom, as if they want to hold the traveler's line of sight.

  Further inside, there is a blue building with a color as clear and transparent as thin mist, similar to the sky. In front of the spacious hall is a medium-sized garden, in the middle of which is a lawn for people to rest on, and at this moment it is surrounded by crowds of people.