C1157 Sand Sculpture Academy's Joy

Three days passed quickly.

After the third Math Competition ended, Su Yao and Murong Cuihua were brought back to the school bus by the school.

On the way, they still didn't say a word.

This time, the driver was a different person. He was better at telling jokes than the previous driver.

After he made a few jokes, Murong Cuihua, whose face had always been tense, suddenly laughed