With a sigh, Wang Hai took the lead and walked toward the disinfection channel, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward the White Dragon students on the other side.
The rest of the group followed, their eyes also drawn to the White Dragon students.
It was hard not to notice them—their appearances were simply too striking.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Yu Xinghan looks the same as when I last saw him filming that commercial."
"But Song Hailong, who's following behind him, has changed a lot..."
Aside from the number on his chest and back changing from 1 to 2, Song Hailong's skin now looked rough, as if it had been ground by rocks.
His limbs had also grown much thicker, with his forearms alone being as thick as Zhang Yu's waist.
He gave off the impression of a human-shaped elephant.
But Song Hailong's changes were relatively minor—at least he still looked somewhat human.
The further back you looked among the White Dragon students, the less human they appeared, their forms increasingly resembling demonic beasts.
Zhang Yu recalled the information Zhang Pianpian had shared with him.