"Sister, I think you misunderstood, I really don't like men who consider themselves superior."
Xie Yingying rolled her eyes at Liu Tingting and said.
While the two were chatting quietly, Zhou Tao stood up with a smile.
"Classmates, it's been a week since you joined the poetry club, and everyone should have gotten to know each other a bit."
"At the same time, you've made many like-minded friends; our purpose in coming to the poetry club is for literary exchange, learning from each other."
As Zhou Tao spoke, the students who loved literature were incredibly excited.
Everyone sitting here shares a common trait, which is a deep love for literature, already having integrated it into their very being.
Seeing his classmates' excited expressions, Zhou Tao continued.
