Qian Lele listened quietly, occasionally nodding with a smile.
However, she didn't actually agree with the other's point of view in her heart.
One point is that nowadays, "achieving success" is like a thousand troops crossing a single log bridge.
Moreover, when she applied for this major, it wasn't for stability and enjoyment.
She doesn't have the same good family background as Zhang Minghua; she needs to earn money, to use her skills to change her and her family's destiny.
No matter how hard or tiring it is, it doesn't matter.
The phone in her hand suddenly buzzed, and Qian Lele looked down.
[Brother: "I've arrived at the normal university, heading to the cafeteria."]
Qian Lele's heart suddenly lifted—both nervous and uneasy.
At the same time, an indescribable, overwhelming longing drowned her.
The short span of over half a month in the teachers' apartments was the brightest period of her life so far.
Until now, she still remembered that silent, academic top-scorer guy.
