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Coming in were Shang Yu and Qiu Huan.
The graduates didn't know their backgrounds.
But amidst the rising and falling gasps, countless female students held their hearts, their eyes filled with admiration.
"My god, are they celebrities?"
"Definitely not celebrities. If the entertainment industry had such good looks, what would Ou Bai be?"
"Damn, damn, I can't handle it, I'm going home to steal my household registration book. I've already chosen the address for my future joint burial with the guy in the black shirt."
"..."
Black shirt, black trousers, turning the world upside down—this was Shang Yu.
Blue suit, silver pocket square, devilishly captivating—this was Qiu Huan.
The two men, tall and elegant, made their way through the auditorium's aisle, and everyone turned their gazes to them.
In comparison, the portly and amiable-looking president was completely upstaged.
Young students who had not yet entered society had never seen such mysterious and charming men.