When Chen Yiwen led the four junior sisters out of the third canteen, the previously silent girls instantly became lively and chattered excitedly.
"Wow, God Qiao is just too cool, isn't he?"
"Yes, yes, he's different from what I imagined, but in some ways, he's exactly what I thought he'd be."
"Exactly, exactly, the pressure he gives off is so intense. It's even greater than the dean's pressure. At least Dean Xu speaks to us with a smile, but God Qiao just glanced at me and, that feeling, that feeling... Ah, I don't even know how to describe it."
"What's there to describe? I bet God Qiao was thinking, 'I hope these girls aren't as foolish as that guy from the Materials Science College.'"
"Haha, Han Jiaqi, you're the fool here! We certainly are not."
"Stop joking around, did you guys notice that from the moment he walked into the private room until we finished eating, he didn't say a word? He didn't even greet the dean."
