When the boy who loved chocolate turned eighteen, the boy who bought him chocolate and helped him cram German had also grown up and become more mature and steady.
Without a doubt, Jian Qing and Jian Luo also chose to enter this university.
"Jian Luo, you're hiding here and sleeping again." Bai Jue searched everywhere for Jian Luo, and finally found him in a corner of the library.
He just couldn't understand what was so great about sleeping in the library; lying on a table to sleep only to wake up with your whole body aching, yet Jian Luo just liked to sneak in here to sleep from time to time.
Bai Jue glanced at the art album pressed under his hand, reached out to shake him awake, "Stop sleeping, get up."
"What for?" Jian Luo looked at him with sleepy eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Big brother, the library is for people to study and read in, not for you to sleep," Bai Jue complained, "I'm going to the racetrack, want to come with?"
