When Song Yang heard her complain about the price, he immediately switched to another poster.
"399 yuan? Senior, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" the naive freshman girl asked, looking tempted but still uncertain.
"Do you know the boss of Orange Technology?" Song Yang asked conspiratorially.
"You mean Senior Chen Yansen? I... I applied to Xucheng Academy just because of him."
The freshman girl gave a faint smile, her cheeks flushing unintentionally as she spoke.
"Chen Yansen and I are roommates," Song Yang said, puffing out his chest and holding his head high.
"Wow! Senior, can I add you on WeChat? You have to send me Senior Brother Chen's contact info," the freshman girl pleaded sweetly.
"No problem. So, about this phone card?"
"I'll get it! Senior, here's my ID card."
Five minutes later, the freshman girl left the telecom service point, beaming with joy.
'That kid... he's really been letting himself go ever since the breakup.'
