Among a bunch of students and second-gens, he was the shiniest star.
He walked to the center of the stage, turned and stood still, left hand over his chest, gave a slight bow, then raised his head, eyes bright and lively.
Fair's fair, he really was ridiculously handsome.
188 centimeters tall, smooth, well-proportioned physique, a 89-point male-god-grade face, plus that scummy-but-full-of-personality aura—seriously eye-catching.
Even the people who hated him had to admit, this guy Han Lie really was presentable.
However, Tang Xintian couldn't help starting to worry about him again.
This kind of setting, Han Lie was probably experiencing for the first time. This was different from giving lectures—those highly professional talks were what Han Lie was best at; as long as the content was solid enough, no one would nitpick anything else.
But right now, this was his first public appearance among peers.
