Wu Minghao went out for a spin and came back.
Indignant: "That group of straight-A students, they're shameless! They really came to eavesdrop just now."
"Luckily, little Zuzi, you hadn't mentioned the core content yet. Not only did they eavesdrop, but they also had the audacity to mock us, saying that even praying to the gods wouldn't save us trash, and that spending money on Professor Liu's crappy VIP lectures for test predictions is the real deal..."
"I'm fuming!"
"The most shameless among them is Wang Xin. He's selling a single question for fifteen thousand. Damn, those dog-like fools have practically turned him into a god!"
"Which Wang Xin?" asked Wu Qianman.
"It's the one who invited us to the 'Ice Point' bar the other night, the monitor from Class 2, Wang Xin. He did well in the quadri-modal exams and was specially admitted into the Nanshan Class."
"Oh right, I saw him trying to cozy up to Nangong Meng before."
