"Wang Yan had it pretty rough too, right?" Wang Ying looked at the photos Wang Yan had taken yesterday and spoke up for him.
By then, Wang Yan had finished eating and drinking. He chatted and laughed with them for a while before heading off.
Xie Qiao said, "This isn't the time for you two to start bickering the moment you meet."
"He doesn't seem affected at all. It's probably been so long that he doesn't feel much anymore."
"I just don't get it," Xu Lin said. "If he has no money and no one to help him, why would he choose photography and go into art? It costs money, and you need connections too. He has neither. What a waste of those high exam scores. If he'd chosen a science major, with our school's reputation, he definitely would've had a good future."
"It was precisely because he'd come to terms with it that he chose photography." Xiao Qianxi sighed. "He only has himself to worry about, so he can do whatever he wants. Of course he'd study what he liked.
"Haven't you noticed? He's incredibly confident and free-spirited. It's like he can succeed at anything he does, and even if he can't, he doesn't care. He's also really good at making friends. I bet he's already gotten friendly with the leaders at the Academy of Fine Arts. He's capable too—on his first day selling computers in Zhongguancun, he made over three thousand yuan. He can't possibly do too badly in the future. He doesn't need anyone's pity."
"You're right. I was still influenced by his miserable background. I was actually thinking of treating everyone to dinner next week." Wang Ying smacked her head in anguish. "I really deserve to die."
"I actually pitied someone who can make over three