Wen Ziyuan, who had just come back to his senses, took two deep breaths and said in a calm tone: You should go back first. I have been attending the economics class at University A for a long time. I might as well just sit in and get a feel for my thesis.
"Wen Ziyuan, I believe you are an evil person." An Xin turned around and left after leaving such words. Wen Ziyuan was left standing awkwardly, but Jiangbei broke the deadlock.
"Jiangbei, An Xin's best friend."
"Wen Ziyuan, An Xin's alumnus."
"Uh, I'm really majoring in finance, too." Wen Ziyuan said while scratching his head.
"What a coincidence, so am I." Jiang Bei replied awkwardly, flipping up the broken hair on one side that had been blown down by the wind.
The boy in the white sweatshirt and the girl in the black sweatshirt stood in the corridor looking at each other, with each other's figure in their peach blossom eyes.
In the eyes of most outsiders, they only know that Wen Ziyuan has one side that no one can touch - Jiangbei. Only a few people know that Wen Ziyuan is Jiangbei's weakness.