He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, and his eyes were a little arrogant. Ling Luo somehow felt that he was a powerful person. He was eating the food on the plate, and he didn't seem to enjoy it. He seemed to have noticed their conversation, but it was obvious that he was not a freshman.
Ling Luo suddenly didn't know where the courage came from, so he tried to ask him naturally: "Senior, can you tell us how many libraries there are in F University?"
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