Soon.
We arrived at the gymnasium, and various classes were entering in an orderly fashion. Watching all this, Tang Qing couldn't help but smile. Strictly speaking, this was the second time.
Except.
The school was different.
And.
Three years later, she would again welcome a postgraduate graduation ceremony, not just one, but at three universities—Fudan, Peking University, Tsinghua University.
Three universities, six degrees.
Thinking about it.
She was a little excited.
It might not be of much use.
However.
Just like a scholar collects points, liking it is the hard truth.
"Tang Qing is here!"
"Where?"
"The entrance, the class turning right, the first one."
"..."
Tang Qing's appearance, even from a distance, naturally attracted the attention of the students. As fellow graduates, they felt a bit melancholic.
Look at her.
By graduation, she had already achieved success and recognition.
And me?
