Rong Zhao, male, Nin

"That's right, your head is busted, and you have a cracked rib. You need to recuperate and can't earn work points!",Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.,Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan spent the whole afternoon rummaging through the dusty old storage room of the village elementary school, finally dragging a car full of "junk" back to their small hut in the cow shed.。