Shi Jing's tone and attitude were quite ordinary, but Yang Run Tai laughed good-naturedly. "Just like you all, it's Capital University."
"Well, congratulations to Brother Yang then, which department are you in?"
"Political Science."
Shi Jing laughed, "Then we are classmates."
Yang Run Tai also laughed, "That's great. But Feifei, can't you switch to Political Science?"
Feifei shook her head, "I don't like those things."
Yang Run Tai actually had thought about following Jiang Feifei when he knew she applied to the Chinese Literature department. He agonized over it for days, but ultimately chose Political Science.
He was no longer at that impulsive age; such a choice wouldn't benefit him in any way.
Now it was Shi Jing's turn to play the piano. He raised his eyebrows, "Brother Yang, should we play a duet?"
Feifei couldn't help but laugh at her brother's words.
Yang Run Tai shook his head, "Shi Jing, you go ahead. I'll just listen."
