Jiang Jingze had driven today.
"I'll take you to a nice place."
Yue Qingqing climbed into the passenger seat and coughed when Jiang Jingze leaned over.
"I, I can do it myself."
Jiang Jingze chuckled, "Sure."
After buckling the seatbelt, Yue Qingqing touched her burning cheeks.
Last time she rode in Jiang Jingze's car, Yue Qingqing had felt nothing different.
Now as the two were once again in a confined space, Yue Qingqing felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Jiang, cough, Brother Jiang." Yue Qingqing spoke, trying to break the awkward atmosphere, "Has studying been hard lately?"
"Not hard, university is quite relaxed."
But Jiang Jingze didn't mention that the ambiance at Minghua University was different from ordinary universities.
There, everyone was a chosen talent, and the school had much stricter demands.
Yet among these people, Jiang Jingze still managed to stand out, which showed how much effort he put in privately.