Lu Qingyi didn't like the food in fancy restaurants. In contrast, she had a soft spot for delicious and affordable food.
There's an old saying that hits the nail on the head:
Poor people are always fascinated with meaty dishes, while those who are truly wealthy have long grown tired of them, preferring vegetarian meals instead.
Lu Qingyi had ordered a bowl of noodles, but found them somewhat bland and tasteless, probably because she had been spoiled by Xu Boyan.
After a few mouthfuls, she decided to head to the medical school, given that she had nothing better to do.
Luo Xinxin was the first to spot Lu Qingyi. This time, there was no mockery, ridicule, or jealousy in her gaze toward Lu Qingyi, but rather a trace of admiration.
Yes, admiration. Nothing else.
"Lu... Qingyi, are you here for class?"
Before Lu Qingyi could step into the classroom, Luo Xinxin rushed over to ask her, her voice tinted with anticipation.
Classmates: "..."
