"So Huanhuan has decided where she's going?"
Wang Xiaoliang rephrased his question.
Luo Bisheng rubbed the back of his head. "We agreed we'd both apply for graduate school at Jiang University. Jiajia too. If we get in, we'll stay in Jiangcheng. If we don't..."
He paused.
"Huanhuan will have to go back to the Northeast."
With nobody speaking, the Tea Room immediately felt far too quiet.
Wang Xiaoliang ran through the various threads in his head. All Luo Bisheng's agonizing came down to two things-he didn't want his dad's money to go to waste, and he didn't want to break up with Cheng Huan.
But those two things clashed when welded together.
"That's easy enough."
Luo Bisheng looked up.
"Just find somewhere in Jiangcheng to open it. Problem solved."
Wang Xiaoliang spread his hands as if he were commenting on the nice weather.
Luo Bisheng opened his mouth, closed it, then continued:
"I thought of that too. I brought it up with my dad, and he thought that would be best."
"Then isn't that settled?"
"Third Uncle disagreed."
Wang Xiaoliang's hand froze around his cup.
"He said I'd have a better chance of succeeding here with you around to help. Paying tuition without getting results is just squandering money. Learning is one thing, but wouldn't it be better to bring back some results too?"
Hu Yang.
Wang Xiaoliang set his teacup back on the table, his fingers unconsciously tapping the rim twice.
A scene suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
Zhou Qiang had said Hu Yang was awesome for setting Luo Bisheng up with an internet café as his real university. After hearing that, Liu Xinyu had established something else: Wang Xiaoliang was the classmate Hu Yang had picked for Luo Bisheng.
It had sounded remarkable at the time.
Now he