Jiang Nian thought for a moment and immediately agreed.
"Alright."
He arranged the time and place and hung up the phone. As for the dorm, there wasn't much to say goodbye.
After all, they could still get along for another year.
Entering the third year, the academic pressure would be much less. But the pressure of employment and further studies would follow.
Jiang Nian doesn't get stressed.
Night fell in an instant.
At Beijing Institute of Technology, Wang Yuhe ran out first. She looked around and then jogged to hug Jiang Nian.
She was quite tall, and not very light.
"What the hell?"
Jiang Nian felt like he was hit by a cannonball and stepped back two steps. Then he caught Wang Yuhe and pinched her face directly.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm happy!" Wang Yuhe said with a face full of joy, "I got the money, I can treat you and Yunyun to a meal."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian whispered.
