What's there to be excited about?

Wang Jing remained expressionless and followed Hua Rong's instructions.

Soon, under the shade of a tree, a small stall was found.

The so-called stalls are nothing more than transparent plastic sheets placed on the ground, with the items for sale displayed on top of them.

Then the person brought a small table and sat down next to them.

This stall seemed no different from the others.

If we don't consider it special, then we can only say that its location was relatively remote.

This school's playground is not just a football field; it's winding and covers a very large area.

Besides, the stall owner didn't look like a student, but that's not a big deal. Every year during the school anniversary celebration, many other stall owners sneak in, selling food or other things. You never know.

The man who set up the stall had a full beard but black hair, and long legs and arms. Because of the weather, it was still a bit hot, so he was wearing ordinary shorts and a t-shirt. His arms and legs were particularly fair, as if they were reflecting light.

Judging from his appearance alone, apart from his full beard, you can tell he's not very old.

At that moment, there were several people looking at his stall.

Upon closer inspection, Wang Jing discovered that the items he displayed were all items that appeared to be from a bygone era.

Like antiques or something.

Now the stall owner has his eyes closed, completely unconcerned about what people are picking out at his stall, and doesn't even think about greeting the customers.

He didn't notice Wang Jing walking over.

Like the people around her, she carefully examined the items on the stall.