To be honest, when he heard that Wang Xing, the sycophant, was also going through a self-awakening, he was really happy.
He's been down on his luck lately, his entire mood shrouded in gloom. This was probably the only good news he'd encountered recently.
So he was really happy, feeling like the foolish kid at home had finally grown up.
Mid-July, the scorching summer.
Two young people were eating at a street stall near the back gate of the university, drinking iced beer, watching the hustling and bustling college students around them, utterly content.
Even though they themselves had only graduated a year ago, looking back at these underclassmen gave them the feeling that they were looking at children.
