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"It's okay," Jing Shun patted his shoulder, "study hard and don't be bullied for being poor, wait another ten years to meet, who knows, by then it might be you sitting here drinking coffee, and she might be the one serving you."
"Yes," the boy once again expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, big brother. May I ask your name?"
In the boy's gaze towards him, there shone a light of admiration.
"Me?" Jing Shun smiled lightly, "My last name is Jing, call me Jing Shun."
"Thank you, Brother Jing Shun!" After thanking him repeatedly, the boy finally hugged his books and turned to leave the coffee shop.
Jing Shun felt good about doing a good deed and, with his hands in his pockets, strolled out leisurely. His carefree and comfortable demeanor combined elegance and nobility with a hint of lazy indifference, a perfect image of a wealthy young master.
Qiu Yuxi's eyes were practically glued to Jing Shun and wouldn't look away.
