Skylar Vance seemed to enjoy seeing Jax’s wary expression. She suddenly said, "Take a look back at that little bulletin board behind you."
Under the still-bright moonlight, Jax and Flick stared wide-eyed, almost leaning over, at the inconspicuous board standing in a corner of the small garden. Jax read the headline on the board like a machine gun: "Campus Bulletin, Moderator... Skylar Vance?!"
"I finally managed to get this board installed after repeatedly applying to the school three years ago."
Skylar stood up, walked to the bulletin board, and gently stroked the iron frame supporting it. This was a piece she had personally welded three years ago using steel pipes and angle iron, spending most of the day squatting on the ground. Even now, on her left index finger, there was still a sm
