The God of Wealth's family is fine, just people don't know how to be humble.
Is no one willing to fill in for a guaranteed college? Not a single person?
The cold wind whistled through his heart.
The snowflakes fluttered, making him sigh.
At this moment, on the lonely dirt road, the bicycle wheels continued to roll forward in solitude, carrying his worried heart as a poor student.
...
Chen Changhai left, but the mutton was not finished yet.
The snow in the sky was as small as rain drifting in the wind; there was no need to move indoors. Everyone wore hats and wrapped in cotton coats, enduring the heat to pull off large chunks of mutton and directly bite them by hand.
Gu Ping was curious:
"With the score line so high, can those two fools next door get in?"
Little Xuan kept eating without raising his head:
"You can't judge a book by its cover. There are morally corrupt people with good grades too."
Da Dan shook his head: "They don't look smart. No chance."
