Yan Xianjue had known before the semester began that there would not be many people in their class.
That was one of the characteristics of their major.
He casually swept his gaze around the classroom and roughly estimated the number in his head.
There were only around thirty-something people, definitely fewer than forty, and at least half of them were familiar faces.
Besides the obviously reserved empty seat next to Zhou Ye, Ni Qiu and Wang Zihe were sitting there too.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
No wonder they had suddenly become so close at that graduation banquet.
Although Zhou Ye could chat with anyone, being able to chat did not mean they could become friends.
The moment Yan Xianjue stepped into the classroom, it was as though someone had suddenly hit pause.
The silence only made Zhou Ye's booming voice stand out all the more.
He casually raised a hand. "Brother Yan, over here."
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes, but he did not refuse. He strode over and took the seat Zhou Ye had saved for him.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly.
Zhou Ye looked at him in surprise. "You didn't know?"
As if he had seen the confusion in Yan Xianjue's eyes, Zhou Ye laughed. "Your family didn't exactly keep the major you applied for a secret. Sure, they didn't throw some huge graduation banquet, but everyone who should know more or less knows already."
Zhou Ye openly nodded toward the covert glances being cast their way. "Almost everyone here came to make friends with you."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Yan Xianjue blurted out, "Are they sick?"
"Pfft." Ni Qiu, seated in front of them, could not listen any longer.
He turned around and said in a carefree tone, "We're just coasting through life. Does it matter where we do