Long Xiliang dined with her, his movements elegant and unhurried, like a highly cultivated nobleman, his nobility emanating from him to the utmost.
One moment, Lu Xiaoyou was eating casually and unrestrained, and the next, she slowly began to chew her food more carefully and swallow more slowly.
"Little Liangliang's cooking skills are really good!" she praised without stinginess.
Long Xiliang was not fond of talking while eating, and Lu Xiaoyou's sighs, heard by him, did not seem noisy.
He recalled something and said, "Do you want to go to school?"
Lu Xiaoyou paused, "What kind of school can I attend now?"
Long Xiliang said, "Huaying."
Huaying Film Academy, the most prestigious art institute in all of China, and the cradle of the Chinese film industry.
Lu Xiaoyou swallowed hard, "Can I really get into Huaying? But the enrollment art exam and the university entrance exam are both over."
It was September now, and Huaying had already started its academic year.
