"He's resigning?"
Su Wanyu curiously looked out of the window, while Luo Juncheng kept his head down, silent and packing up his desk things.
"Iron camps and flowing soldiers, comings and goings are quite normal."
Lu Liang didn't want to elaborate, picking up Su Wanyu's attendance card, which had already reached its final phase after pre-booking 70 sessions twice.
"Isn't the graduate exam concentrated at the end of the year? It's still three or four months away. Are you starting to prepare now?" he asked.
"What you're talking about is the date for the national graduate entrance examination. You can start registering on the 22nd of next month."
"That still leaves you over a month. What are you planning to do with this time?"
"My dad wants me to return home for a while and come back after the Mid-Autumn Festival to register."
"When are you leaving?" Lu Liang was surprised.
"The day after tomorrow."
Su Wanyu pouted, slightly dissatisfied, "Why don't you try to retain me a bit?"