The high-rise buildings by the roadside gradually became sparse. The scenery in front of them was replaced by rolling mountains and electric windmills, which meant that they were about to leave the city.
Or perhaps he was getting closer and closer to his hometown. Big Head Yang was a little excited and afraid.
"Su Yun, am I the first university student to return home after not doing well outside?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? This is called returning to your hometown to develop a new village. Going back to the 70s and 80s, you would be considered an educated youth!"
Su Yun could tell that Big Head Yang was a little uneasy, so he comforted him.
Su Yun's words carried a lot of weight. After looking at the problem from another angle, Big Head Yang felt much better.
He turned back into the humorous fatty that had endless things to say.
