Seventh Dining Hall, in the grand private room on the first floor.
After brewing a cup of tea, Jiang Yu sank deep into the sofa. He was about to start a chess "man vs. machine" battle on his phone when Jia Dequan lightly pushed open the door and peeked inside.
Seeing Jiang Yu, his face instantly broke into a smile, and he said cheerfully:
"I knew you'd be here, Xiaojiang. Just right, I have something to discuss with you!"
As he spoke, he stepped inside, casually closed the door behind him, and sat down on the sofa.
"What's up?"
Seeing him come in, Jiang Yu lost interest in the chess game. He closed the game, got up, took a clean cup, brewed tea for Jia Dequan, and curiously said,
"Lao Jia, you never leave the house yet seem to keep up with all the news. Compared to you, I'm really nowhere close."
"Isn't that quite normal? I've been in this circle for ages, and you, just a while."
