Xu Nanjing only had two honor alumni friends he was close to, Jiang Fulai and Jiang Xijue.
"I see." Bai Lian nodded, her right elbow casually propped on the car window, her demeanor relaxed and she absentmindedly fiddled with her phone in her hand.
The convertible, the wind blew her fringed hair apart.
How did she manage to speak with such calm and nonchalance? Xu Nanjing took the time to glance at her and was thoroughly impressed.
Of course, about the honor alumni...
Xu Nanjing wouldn't know, let alone honor alumni, if one really did the math, Bai Lian was the senior of all the honor alumni at Jiangjing University.
After all, the first president of Jiangjing University was her immediate mentor.
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In the west of the city, Tube Building.
"You're about to take the college entrance exam," said the old grandmother with graying hair, holding Yang Lin's hand in her left, her hand backs all furrows, her gaze gentle, "when you get to university, you will need money."