University of Cambridge.
Trinity College.
In the public corridor inside the college.
At this moment, Wheat is walking side by side with Xu Yun.
"Hey, Mr. Luo Feng."
When passing a bend, Wheat finally couldn't hold back. He gently nudged Xu Yun with his elbow and murmured:
"Mr. Luo Feng, do you feel a bit weird?"
"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the seniors have been looking at me strangely along the way..."
Xu Yun glanced at him lightly and said:
"Of course it's not an illusion, but you got one thing wrong; they're not looking at you, they're looking at me."
After saying this.
He turned his head to gaze at a young man who was scrutinizing him.
Their gazes collided.
The young man snorted coldly, turned his head aside, and looked elsewhere.
Seeing this situation.
Xu Yun shook his head with a bitter smile, a hint of self-deprecation curling at the corner of his mouth.
