"Cheer up!"
Old Yao clapped a hand on the young scholarship student's shoulder, lecturing him, "Pull it together. You must remember, this is the top university, and you are my student. Don't spend your days daydreaming and pondering the meaningless. As a young person, be lively, don't be like an old man, you lack the vigor of youth!"
Zheng Qing pulled up the corners of his mouth, forcing a strained smile.
Even though these were the words being said, the overwhelming pressure did not dissipate due to Old Yao's pep talk— Zheng Qing felt like he was carrying a nuclear bomb around school, a moment of carelessness might blow him to pieces.
