Freya Morrison gave him a disdainful glance, "What do you know? Senior Alex Tonkin has excellent manners; he's never sarcastic or derisive to others."
With that said, she cupped her face in her hands, lost in memories: "This year, when I went to submit my graduation thesis proposal, I met Senior Alex Tonkin. He was very patient and even discussed the future development of computer science with me... So cool! Iris, don't you think he's cool?"
Eve Thompson was looking out; she was just about to withdraw her gaze.
Unexpectedly, she caught sight of a familiar figure, who, under the guidance of the college authorities, had entered after the graduate students.
Anthony Charlie was wearing a black suit that accentuated his tall figure. The dark gold collar exuded a low-key luxury. The refined cufflinks that were occasionally visible as he moved, showed the exquisite taste at every turn.
