Beijing's cloudless blue sky shone brightly for miles, and the morning sunlight quietly shifted across the small table.
In the room filled with golden light, Fang Ran still forced himself into the serious pose of a dark villain and looked solemnly at everyone around the small table. "So, does everyone have any good suggestions?"
Hearing a completely different topic from before, Gou Yu was left speechless in a complicated way. He had no objection to Fang Ran wanting to leave a good impression on his mother. What he cared about more was—
Had the welcome plan from earlier already been decided?
"My suggestion is that you give up already, bro. You skip three months out of every four-month semester, and when exams come around, you practically want to pray to the Matchmaker God. No matter how you dress it up, you can't fake that truly outstanding aura."
Meng Lang looked at Fang Ran with the pitying gaze one might use on a salted fish and mercilessly stated the cold, cruel truth.
Since her objection had been suppressed earlier, Tang Bing secretly added another blow.
"Exactly. Senior, you might not even pass your finals. Who are you trying to fool?"
"You don't even know the grades yet! What gives you the right to say that, Gourd!?"
Having been hit right in his most sensitive spot, Fang Ran's serious pose instantly fell apart, and his eyes flew wide open.
As the meeting chairman—self-appointed—he had barely asked for suggestions before half the attendees tore him down. But after a brief burst of indignation, he silently looked at Meng Lang and Tang Bing.
"Then tell me, do you two want to leave a good impression on Xiao Huo's mother or not?"
"But then again—" ×2
At his question, the two who had just been