Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Nine
As the leaves began to yellow, the days grew shorter. By now, dusk had settled in, with the sun slowly sinking in the west on one side and a bright moon hanging on the other.
There was something of the sun and moon shining together, making today's scenery all the more beautiful.
"Just seeing the two of them standing together makes me feel refreshed."
"Nothing else matters. I just hope they never tear each other apart."
"The fans of the Jiang and Li families have already established diplomatic relations. Everyone can stop worrying."
"A historic fan alliance. I'm dying laughing."
"If these two lived in ancient times, they'd be those elegant young masters from noble clans. I want them."
After this, no one would be able to use academic credentials as an angle to attack Li Wenchuan again.
If you thought he was inadequate, then what academic achievements did you have?
Looking at the two damn men standing together, Xia Jue felt full despite not having eaten anything.
Someone who had never looked at Weibo in his life had even downloaded the app for the first time, specifically searching for posts about the two of them, only to find that not a single person had discovered the truth.
On the way back, Liao Honghui caught sight of Xia Jue's phone screen. Seeing the three characters of "Li Wenchuan," he deeply felt that his student had finally come around.
"You need to understand that there's always someone better," he patiently advised. "Some people keep their true abilities hidden. Don't judge others through tinted glasses. Sometimes, if you can't stand someone in your heart, you might as well look at them a little more."
Xia Jue hesitated. He wanted to test his teacher and see whether he knew