Summer night, barbecue stall.
"Elite self-image? You mean you think you're an elite?" Tang Jing teased.
Cao Kun didn't answer, but the self-pride that flitted across his face couldn't be concealed. Elite? He always held himself in high esteem.
At the next table, Zhang Chi peeled a five-spice peanut, crunching away.
Although they had ordered the cheapest items, Pei Yujing treated every table equally, serving a small snack to each.
During the casual conversation, many first-year high school students who had just finished school passed by from the nearby street. A few minutes later, the number of people walking by began to decrease.
Jiang Ning was riding a mountain bike, with Xue Yuantong in the back seat:
"Chuchu isn't attending the evening self-study; she gets off school as early as the little kids in the afternoon."
