The next day. Early in the morning.
At the front gate of the university.
Fang Ping carried his handbag and waited at the university gate.
Zhou Shiping arrived sooner than he thought. He drove a national car and poked his head out to greet him. "Student Fang Ping!"
"Good morning, Instructor!"
"Mm. You… are not driving?"
Zhou Shiping's question had Fang Ping at a loss.
Soon, Fang Ping understood what he meant.
Zhao Xuemei was here. Driving a car.
Tang Songting was here. Driving a glamorous convertible sports car.
As for the other seven students, three of them drove a car, while four of them were on foot.
11 people altogether, 6 of whom drove here!
Fang Ping felt like coughing up blood. Was this necessary?
