"You're quite early, too."
"I'm going to sit in the front. My eyesight isn't great, so I won't sit with you." Liu Bailu really didn't want to sit with Lu Xingzhi, but she couldn't deny that she was a little envious.
Back in school, teachers and classmates really liked her.
But at this university, she discovered that it's not just about good grades and a nice personality that make people like you.
You have to be pretty.
"Alright." Lu Xingzhi had no objections.
The class director came over quickly, and Sun Jiaheng stood on the podium, still looking lazy.
"How was everyone's weekend? Was it enjoyable? There's a lot of good food in Beijing. Did you all try something?"
"Class director, we can't afford to hang out in Beijing! The living expenses are much higher than in our small city. Us guys stayed in the dorm playing video games!" one boy joked.
Other boys chimed in, "Exactly. Class director, we're poor! Can't afford it, can't afford it."
