That Wang Xiaoliang who had been so tight-lipped in college that he blushed whenever he spoke to a classmate he barely knew?
That Wang Xiaoliang who had skipped classes and failed courses in his junior and senior years, whom she had labeled a "lost cause"?
I, Zeng Haiyan, couldn't catch up with him even in a plane?
What kind of ridiculous joke was that? Had Liu Xinyu gone mad? Or was he just bragging on behalf of that good-for-nothing "brother" of his?
Zeng Haiyan's thoughts instantly returned to her college days.
When she had first met Wang Xiaoliang, her impression of him had actually been quite good.
He was an exceptionally quiet, somewhat introverted boy who always sat silently in a corner of the classroom, holding a book.
Later, after Wei Zijin grew close to her, she would ask about Wang Xiaoliang, sometimes casually, sometimes deliberately.
The girl's feelings could not have been more obvious.
Because of that, she had begun paying particular attention to him too.
He really was quiet, not much of a talker, and had a pleasant, delicate face. Back then, she had thought that, although he was hardly the perfect match for Zijin, he was not bad.
But everything changed in their junior year.
Wang Xiaoliang seemed to become a different person. He began skipping classes frequently, and his whole bearing took on an air of dejection.
Her opinion of him plummeted.
When Wei Zijin asked about him again, her eyes full of anticipation, contempt unconsciously crept into her words.
"Don't bring him up, Zijin. What's there to ask about someone like that?"
"You never see him all day. He's probably either playing games in his dorm or messing around somewhere."
"He's failed several courses. Even graduating will be a problem. You should stay away from