Those planning blueprints are the burdens weighing on our shoulders, a sense of mission that is tangible."
Xue Liangliang flicked his cigarette ash, lost in his own emotions.
When he mentioned it, he seemed to have forgotten his original purpose, or perhaps felt embarrassed to suddenly bring up personal matters in such a serious topic.
"After the next semester starts, you won't have much time left at the school; Mr. Luo will certainly draft you into service."
"Oh."
Li Zhiyuan nodded. He had anticipated this long ago; otherwise, why apply to this university?
Xue Liangliang smoked three cigarettes in a row, and by the time he extinguished the third one, the mood that permeated the air finally began to lighten.
"Uh, Xiao Yuan..."
"You can hold it in for so long."
"It's not contradictory; personal happiness blends into the country's development."
"After dawn, you can jump back into the river."
"Did something happen?"
"Good news."
"Good news?"
"You're going to be a dad."
