Freshman?
You must be kidding me.
Jing Junyang really wanted to say, with the way you loitered under the girls' dormitory, your dangling posture was even more practiced than mine. If you tell me you're a greenhorn freshman, who would believe you?
But the two guys in dorm 603 believed it!
"Wow, so you're a junior. You're this good and only a freshman? You must have learned this before, right?"
"Jing Junyang, look, both of us study computer science, but he's a freshman, and you're a junior...."
Jing Junyang was already too lazy to say anything more. This was the dormitory for third-year finance students, and one of the two guys with the broken computer was from his hometown.
"Junior, how much do you charge?"
The computer was fixed, and although it didn't seem to take much effort, the guy had taken it apart and put it back together, fussing over it quite a while. Besides, they were the ones who called someone over; it wouldn't make sense not to pay.
