In the evening, the sun has not yet set.
The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the tall buildings.
Jiang Muyao wiped the sweat from his forehead, smoothed his hair, and walked to the dormitory with Song Sichen, Rong Zhimian, and Qin Yuanzhen.
"There are quite a few pretty girls in this freshman class. I'm asking you guys, are you interested?"
"What? You're bored again and planning to get a new girlfriend."
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