Master...oh, his mother, Ms. Yunliu, said that this is Yuejun's privilege. You don't have to compete with ordinary people. But listening to Blaine Xia's vivid description of his colorful campus life will make Everett Cao curious. Envy, how it feels to be the senior who worries about course selection and fails with him, lines up in the cafeteria with him, walks out of school with a smile, and uses his coat to protect him from the rain.
Seeing the two people walking away, Everett Cao closed his eyes and did not get out of the car and call for help.
Perhaps the blame is that he wore leather shoes that day, like a child pretending to be an adult. Although they were made of expensive handmade calfskin, the toes were curled up inside but were extremely twisted. They were cramped due to hot flashes and were far less comfortable than bare feet held in Blaine Xia's hands.
He doesn't like Manchester City, but Blaine Xia obviously likes it here.
"I have no memory of it at all," Blaine Xia's suspicious voice pulled Everett Cao out of the dark river of memories, "How do you remember it so clearly?"
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