The student council of the First University is really praiseworthy for their efficiency.
Just a few hours had passed and it wasn't even the weekend yet when Zheng Qing received the application's review results from the Student Council after his Friday afternoon practical class.
As he unfolded the paper crane that was in front of him for a while, looking at the few words on the white letter paper, although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't hide the radiant smile on the face of the young publicly-funded student.
"Good news?" Xin Fat Man, who had been hunched over at his desk, parsing out the formula for a potion, heard someone humming off-key, lifted his head, and gave him a glance.
It was already past seven in the evening.
The male students who lived in West Chinese Garden's 403 Dormitory were all back in this somewhat cramped space.
