"A good thing? You call someone setting a 'trap' for me, making me go ask Jiang Yu for a private room, a good thing?"
Xiong Bingsheng was baffled, almost laughing out loud in anger at Niu Wenlin's words. He leaned back in his chair and said,
"Come on, Lao Niu, explain this to me!"
"Hah, calling you a big dumb bear and you still act all proud!"
On the other end of the phone, Niu Wenlin laughed and asked leisurely,
"Think it over with your wooden head, why did Vice Principal He call you and not someone else?
Is it because he knows you better?
Isn't it because he values your good relationship with Jiang Yu and the significant role you played in the founding of the Seventh Dining Hall?
In such a big university, who else but you can get a private room from Jiang Yu?"
Xiong Bingsheng pondered Niu Wenlin's words and realized that he was actually making some sense.
In such a big school, it really seemed like he was the closest to Jiang Yu.
