Lin Qile hadn't expected Wang Yue to say that, and she stared at him in confusion. "What do you mean, we'll hold off on deciding? But haven't we already had to decide about the math recommendation?"
Wang Yue was helpless in the face of Lin Qile's kindheartedness. He patted her on the head to reassure her. "Cherry, with Jiang Qiaoxi's grades, do you think he can get into Tsinghua even without a recommendation?"
Lin Qile finally understood. She turned excitedly to Cen Xiaoman, who had followed them over. "Xiaoman, I think you can talk to Jiang Qiaoxi about it. He can definitely get into Tsinghua, so there's no need to rush into choosing a major. If he really likes math, I can apply to the math department later too. With his Olympiad Math experience, he'll still get plenty of attention once he's in the department."
Cen Xiaoman thought that made a lot of sense, so she went to find Jiang Qiaoxi and told him what Wang Yue had suggested.
Jiang Qiaoxi agreed that it made sense, so he gave up his recommendation and prepared to sit the college entrance exam next year.
Once Jiang Qiaoxi had let go of that burden, he became much more cheerful, and his earlier gloom vanished.
In the days that followed, the eight of them went back to doing everything together: playing ball, studying, and letting the days fly by.
Meanwhile, the restaurant they'd opened, named The Only One We Mustn't Leave Behind, had become well-known after several months in business. Its delicious food and unique menu had made it a popular spot for group dinners and team-building events.
Du Mama hadn't been such a good cook to begin with. She was simply more sensitive to the flavors of food and had a better grasp