When Rongzhi heard the girl's threatening words, he replied without thinking, "Who are you? I've seen all the people in the academy who have some skill … "
"No, there's a female monster that I haven't seen before. I heard that this woman's efficiency is inhuman. In less than two weeks, she was able to draw out the entire layout of the house. She even included the design of the sewers and network cables. I heard that she even hand-painted …"
"Her name is... Cong..."
"Cong Nianwei..." Cong Nianwei sneered. She pointed at the tip of her nose and bared her teeth at the petrified Rongzhi. "That person is me, an ugly woman..."
You still hold a grudge against me?
As soon as Cong Nianwei finished her words, Rongzhi let go of Qin Guan as if he had been burned. He patted his clothes and wiped his sweaty palms.
"Umm … idol, can you let me have a look at Professor Fred's TYU Building's blueprint? Just one look, one look is enough."
Qin Guan got rid of his shackles and whispered in Cong Nianwei's ear, "Do you know him?"
"Yes, he's a little fool. He likes to design, but he doesn't have a bad heart."
It was a common problem for designers to love beauty. Cong Nianwei also liked him. Was it because of his face?
Qin Guan couldn't help but touch his old face happily. Alas, a treasured sword is not old at all.
Tom's eyes had been opened that day. None of his China friends were easy to deal with. He was good at socializing, so he had to liven up the atmosphere.
The door was closed. The girl went to the bathroom, while the boy went to the garbage pile to change into his suit.
"Tom, do you have an extra shirt? I'll go to the party tonight..." Rongzhi, who had been staring at Qin Guan like he was admiring an oil painting, suddenly said.
"Yes, I bought a dozen shirts in the wardrobe. I didn't even unpack them. You can take them."
His roommate, who had never been willing to socialize, was finally enlightened. John had to help him. Before they could finish their conversation, Qin Guan had finished changing.
Compared to the working cocktail party, the campus dance was more casual and lively. Qin Guan didn't choose a traditional bow tie. Instead, he wore a blue suit with a tie of the same color and a silver tie clip made of hollowed sculpture, which added to his youthful vigor.
He knocked on the bathroom door a few times. "Are you done? I can't wait to see your beautiful face, my Weiwei... "
That was a sharp contrast between John's constipation and Rongzhi's infatuation.
The door of the bathroom opened and Cong Nianwei walked out leisurely in a sapphire strapless dress. Her long hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, which made her look more capable and refreshing.
Qin Guan raised his arm and made a gesture of invitation. A fair hand took his.
"Shall we go?"
"Let's go..."
Students were walking out of their dormitories one after another. They all gathered at the same place, the Columbia University Auditorium.
In the bright ballroom, the crystal ceiling shone dazzlingly as if it was daytime. The clean floor was covered with non-slip wax and the doors on both sides were wide open. The protagonists of the ball had arrived at the scene early.
This was a party for the freshmen of 02, and the protagonists of the party were naturally this group of freshmen from Columbia. As more and more invited guests entered the party, the students who were watching silently from the side couldn't help but feel their heartbeats accelerate.
It was as if the oldest typewriter had been installed on John's mouth as he introduced the group of special guests to his friends.
"That short Asian man with glasses is the Vice President of the Chinese Business Strategy Alliance …"
"The white-haired old man on the right is the executive director of Citibank …"
"Oh, someone from the Morgan Stanley family is here too. It's that brown-haired kid. He's the leader of Wall Street's investment bank …"
One of them introduced the guests with relish, while the others listened attentively.
Then, an even more dramatic scene unfolded. Outside the venue of the Columbia University Auditorium, there was a parking lot specially prepared for the guests. The roar of the engines indicated that the last group of cars that broke into the venue was extraordinary.
The exhaust pipe at the rear of the car was big enough to stuff a person's face in. The money spent on the modification alone was enough to buy a valuable new car.
Qin Guan was tempted to buy a Mercedes, a Bentley, a Rolls-Royce, a Mercedes, a Bentley, and a Rolls-Royce.
Maybe it's time for me to buy a Volkswagen. It's an economical way to travel.
Before he could come back to his senses, he stared at the people getting out of the luxury cars, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Lan Jin, He Ming, and He Ming were leading the way. They were all Chinese people in decent formal attire with dazzling jewel buckles. They walked out of the parking lot leisurely.
Please refer to the Meteor Garden for the specific scene. I'll take you to see a meteor shower and so on. It's just a bunch of pretentious and funny school stories, but this is real life. Scenes that should only appear in television dramas are actually happening here.
Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance with him and said in unison, "Specially invited students from all over New York Universities..."
That's right. The freshmen's evening party was an open event, so naturally, several universities in the same city would be invited. New York University was also invited. But how did Lan Jin, who was studying at City University, get himself into the crowd?
They took off their white gloves at the door. Before Qin Guan could react, Lan Jin, who was at the front of the crowd, saw Qin Guan at a glance.
There were not many Asian students there, so everyone took a second look at Qin Guan because of his glowing attribute.
"Qin Guan, here! Here! "
Lan Jin had been gone for a long time. His hair had turned from red to yellow, but he was still as lively as ever.
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