In the blink of an eye.
Another two or three days passed.
During this time, Xu Lingjun still hadn't gone to school.
At school, Su Huanqing, who was fully prepared and ready to go, was left hanging.
She felt like a helpless white cloud drifting in the clouds, only to be relentlessly blown up and down by the strong wind, suspended in mid-air and unable to land.
This wasn't in the script.
If it weren't for the consideration of her identity as a teacher, she might have already slammed the table in anger and stood up. Could it be that this Xu Lingjun was playing with her?
This isn't how you play the game, why doesn't he follow the proper route?
After two days of long-distance travel...
Wang Qingya, with her suitcase, finally stood in front of Zhanzheng College's grand gate.
As one of the Four Great Academies, the Zhanzheng Academy lived up to any scholar's expectations and imagination of a higher education institution.
A solemn and majestic gate.
