In a major emerging city, at a prestigious double-first-class university, at the most youthful age.
It was the age for wearing the best-looking clothes, taking part in the most extracurricular activities, and letting one's youth run wild.
But, but, but.
Why did none of that have anything to do with me?!!
While the professor lectured, Zhenling propped up her chin, wearing the expression of a salted fish, and sighed.
Classmate A: "Zhenling, come join our club!"
Zhenling: "Sorry, I don't really have enough time."
Classmate A: "Zhenling, let's enter a competition!"
Zhenling: "Sorry, I don't really have enough time."
Classmate A: "Zhenling, are you dating someone?"
Zhenling: "Sorry, I don't have enough time... Um, I guess I am."
Classmate A perked up: "Is he handsome? Is his family rich? Which university does he attend? Or has he already started working or his own business? Bring him over sometime so we can take a look."
Zhenling: "..."
"He's handsome, doesn't go to school, doesn't work, and it takes some effort to get him out. It depends on what he wants."
"As for the money... am I supporting him, or is he supporting me?"
Classmate A was stunned by Zhenling's words.
Zhenling, you—you—you—you... Why did she suddenly seem so different from the person in his impression?
Zhenling looked at her best friend, who was wildly imagining things beside her, and smiled happily without explaining or saying anything.
Yes, this was her youth.
A youth stripped of those unrealistic fantasies, yet still satisfying.
.
Zhenling got home relatively early today.
As for the reason, based on Zhenling's observations of Yimo—
after Yimo had suffered from a long period of partial paralysis, he should be in excellent condition today and would soon enter his next period of partial paralysis.
No, she had to seize