Qian Lele listened quietly, occasionally nodding with a smile.

However, she didn’t actually agree with the other’s point of view in her heart.

One point is that nowadays, "achieving success" is like a thousand troops crossing a single log bridge.

Moreover, when she applied for this major, it wasn’t for stability and enjoyment.

She doesn’t have the same good family background as Zhang Minghua; she needs to earn money, to use her skills to change her and her family’s destiny.

No matter how hard or tiring it is, it doesn’t matter.

The phone in her hand suddenly buzzed, and Qian Lele looked down.

[Brother: "I’ve arrived at the normal university, heading to the cafeteria."]

Qian Lele’s heart suddenly lifted—both nervous and uneasy.

At the same time, an indescribable, overwhelming longing drowned her.

The short span of over half a month in the teachers’ apartments was the brightest period of her life so far.

Until now, she still remembered that silent, academic top-scorer guy.

And how he suddenly cast magic, making her, like Cinderella, dress in fancy clothes, and ride a pumpkin carriage to Yaoyao’s birthday party.

Zhang Minghua took a sip of his drink and turned his gaze again to Wu Siqi.

"Siqi, your Yannan Film and Television Base is great, backed by the state-owned enterprise of the cultural tourism group, the benefits must be good, and there are many opportunities."

Wu Siqi nodded strongly, then hesitated, saying: "The unit is great, but I don’t know if I can smoothly turn permanent after graduation."

She is just an intern now, having signed a tripartite agreement, and the company hasn’t promised 100% permanent work; a portion of interns are eliminated every year, with intense competition.

This is why she’s eager to seize opportunities to prove herself.

Zhang Minghua chuckled softly, leaning slightly forward with a veteran stance: "...Always proactively maintain good relations with the leadership, keep your eyes sharp, as a girl, speak sweetly..."

Approaching the dinner rush, the cafeteria buzzed with people, and long lines formed at the food counter.

In front of three young and pretty female college students, enjoying their occasionally focused and occasionally admiring gazes, as the definite "leader" of this conversation.

Zhang Minghua spoke more enthusiastically with a much louder voice.

Right then.

The previously noisy voices around suddenly quieted down.

Eyes converged on one direction unanimously.

Accompanied by soft gasps from many girls.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong noticed the anomaly, curiously raising their heads to look.

A tall and slim figure entered their sight.

He was walking slowly from the door bathed in night, his handsome face showing a calm expression.

A caramel-colored turtleneck sweater exuded a warm and deep texture, fitting his nearly broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted figure.

Jet-black fringe brushed against the delicate rectangular glasses on his nose.

Clean, fresh, yet carrying a hint of lazy literary atmosphere.

Starkly contrasting with the surrounding noisy environment.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong watched with blushing cheeks, rapid heartbeats, and couldn’t help whispering:

"Whoa... this is too handsome..."

"How come I didn’t know our school had such an Attractive Man?!"

Zhang Minghua’s incessant voice suddenly paused, glancing towards the door with displeasure, his expression slightly changing.

Then he patted his girlfriend’s arm, speaking in a joking, pretentiously magnanimous tone: "Isn’t it a bit much? Be mature. Look at Lele, so composed."

Just then.

The always quietly seated Qian Lele suddenly stood up from her seat, her beautiful phoenix eyes directly staring ahead.

Zhang Minghua’s expression instantly froze, incredibly awkward.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong chuckled, about to say something teasing.

Only to see Qian Lele stride forward.

The three were instantly stunned.

Watching as Qian Lele stopped in front of the "Attractive Man" under the gazes of many.

"You came, brother."

Hearing the clear and pleasant address, looking at the carefully dressed Cinderella in front.

Tang Song’s face broke into an attractive smile, gently ruffling her hair, "Good evening, Lele. You look so beautiful today, I almost didn’t recognize you."

Though a bit exaggerated, the feeling was indeed there.

After nearly two months apart, Qian Lele had become much fairer, her skin also finer.

Along with the makeup, the pure girl vibe almost overflowed.

Feeling Tang Song’s warm, long hand, Qian Lele’s cheeks instantly flushed.

Bashfully saying: "No... just..."

Tang Song softly chuckled and suddenly, as if performing magic, raised the brown paper bag he’d been carrying behind him.

"Before coming, I went to the school’s nearby pedestrian street and bought a few roasted starch sausages from Sister Wen, also a pack of your favorite spicy chips."

Looking at the bag in front, smelling the familiar scent inside, seeing the familiar figure in front, Qian Lele’s eyes teared up.

But she quickly restrained her emotions, smiling as she took it, "Thank you, brother."

Then, as if suddenly recalling something, she swiftly turned around.

Introducing: "This, this is my brother, Tang Song. These are my roommates, Wu Siqi, Li Jingrong, and Jingrong’s boyfriend."

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong suddenly snapped awake, standing with flushed faces.

"Hello, thank you... thank you for coming to help guest star!"

"Yo... Hello..."

Looking at the boy close at hand, their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Though they had guessed before, the boy who made Qian Lele so attentive must be extraordinary.