The entire class of Year Three couldn't hold back.
"Damn, this is unbelievable! Old Liu really hit a stroke of luck! He actually managed to pull this off!"
"It's fate, really. We should start calling him the master."
"This is insane."
Jiang Nian glanced over, not surprised. He had already congratulated Old Liu in advance; it's pretty much a sure thing this year.
Of course, he's graduating, so he definitely won't get to see it.
Who knows, maybe his profile in the bulletin board will be replaced by something else after hanging there for a while.
No one stays eighteen forever, but there will always be someone who is eighteen.
Newcomers replace the old.
As he was thinking this, a small bun suddenly rolled over the table. After being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but look at his deskmate.
"Why so proactive this year?"
"It's nothing," Zhang Ningzhi said cutely, "I couldn't finish it, so I'm giving it to you."
Jiang Nian: "???"
