Such a brilliant person.
Xu Xuan had never seen such dazzling and colorful Fate Lines on a person. In that instant, the colorful youth, like a resplendent pearl, smashed into her heart, causing ripples to spread through that deep, steadfast, icy heart of hers.
What a strange person.
The poverty relief policy of Beiliang University was simple: work-study, self-sufficiency. Within Beiliang University, whether it was the Washing Court, the craftsmen's workshops, the pharmacy, the medical institute, the vegetable gardens, or the food hall, some of the positions were set aside to give poor students an opportunity, a chance to work and study.
"Yo, new here?"
At the food hall's window, known as the Sword Tomb Duo by the Lizi Class and also the only one who had flunked for three years before returning to the Lizi Class, the genius holding the serving spoon raised an eyebrow at Zhou Li, "Has Wang Hui picked a fight with you?"
"Two servings."
