You Think You're Worth Comparing to Wangshu?

The others weren't fools, either. How could they fail to hear the trace of contempt and mockery in Jiang Xuezhi's words about Ning Wangshu? For a moment, no one knew what to say.

Yang Jian, who happened to be sitting beside Jiang Xuezhi, hesitated. He stole a glance at Ning Wangshu, then couldn't help tugging discreetly at Jiang Xuezhi's sleeve and gesturing for him to stop.

Jiang Xuezhi didn't know, but Yang Jian knew that even Zheng Sen, known in Linchuan as "Half the City," treated Ning Wangshu with great respect and went out of his way to curry favor with him.

That alone meant Ning Wangshu wouldn't be short of good job offers, even if he hadn't graduated from a prestigious university like Jiangnan University. He could be completely illiterate, for all it mattered.

Or rather, there was no way he'd ever be short of money!

Unfortunately, Jiang Xuezhi didn't even bother to consider what Yang Jian's gestures meant. Instead, he said aloud, "Yang Jian, why are you tugging at my clothes and winking at me?"

"Was there something wrong with what I said?"

"I'm only saying this because Ning Wangshu is our classmate. I'm worried he won't be able to find a job after graduation. Then, forget about giving our class beauty a life of luxury—he might not even be able to support himself."

After a pause, he glanced at Lin Qingzhu and continued, "With our class beauty's looks and background, what rich young master or heir to a wealthy family couldn't she find?"

"If I remember right, Ning Wangshu, both your parents passed away, didn't they? It's just you and your younger sister now?"

"And then you picked a major that makes it hard to find a job. I honestly don't know how you'll give our class