335 Opening of a Good Show

Following Qin Ran downstairs, Nan Huiyao slowed down when she heard she was going to see her friends.

Although she was close to Qin Ran, she still felt embarrassed since she didn’t know them.

“Or I could eat myself…” She started.

Qin Ran raised an eyebrow. “They’re schoolmates. Let’s go, they’re in the cafeteria.”

“How many?” Nan Huiyao followed her.

“Three.” Stopping at the vending machine on the first floor of Canteen 8, Qin Ran threw a few coins in, and then took out two cans of Coke.

All three of them had passed the Beijing University examination?

Nan Huiyao didn’t know what expression to look at Qin Ran with. Could this be the legendary gathering of birds of the same feather?

Qin Ran threw a can of Coke to her, holding her phone in one hand. Without putting her phone back into her pocket, she opened the tab with one hand and took a sip.

Holding the can of Coke, Nan Huiyao followed her to the third floor.

Canteen 8’s first and second floors were to collect their meals, while the third floor was for ordering a la carte, which was much more expensive per person.

At five o’clock, before the normal afternoon peak hours, not many people were on the third floor. Looking around, there were only a few people at the tables.

Nan Huiyao looked around. “Where are your friends?”

Casually shaking the empty can, Qin Ran lifted her chin toward the table next to the innermost window. “There.”

Although short-sighted, Nan Huiyao’s degree wasn’t high, so she could see the two figures sitting there clearly.

They arrived at the table within two minutes.

“Sister Ran, you came on the dot again.” Holding a cigarette, Wei Zihang didn’t dare to light it. He wrapped his hands around his chest and leaned on the chair.

He didn’t carry the air of stability that Master Wei exuded, and unruly wantonness could be seen in his handsome face.

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Sitting across from him, Pan Mingyue was the complete opposite.

“Hello.” He pressed his hand on the table when he saw Nan Huiyao behind Qin Ran. “I’m Wei Zihang, from the school opposite.”

Qin Ran sat down on the iron chair. “My roommate, Nan Huiyao.”

The three introduced themselves one after the other.

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Returning to her senses, Nan Huiyao sat down beside Qin Ran and let out a sigh of relief. They were indeed Qin Ran’s friends, all of them were very good-looking.

After so many days in university, Nan Huiyao finally knew what the laboratory was equivalent to—

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If a student from Beijing University wanted to enter the laboratory, it was about the same difficulty as a student from an ordinary high school wanting to enter Beijing University.

Other than the midterm and final exams, standards had to be met for other assessments as well.

Nan Huiyao had been amazed by the leaked assessment questions in the school forum. As expected, the laboratory wasn’t a place that ordinary people could enter.

And Song Luting…

He was a God-like existence not just to Nan Huiyao, but to the entire Beijing University’s students. His indisputable figure was more popular than the top 100 Campus Belles list.

News of Song Luting entering the laboratory had blown up among the seniors this year, and he became famous in one fell swoop. In the first semester of his freshman year, he had lived in seclusion, so not many people knew him.

Therefore, when Nan Huiyao saw Song Luting coming over with a tray, she sat on the stool and thought she was daydreaming.

“I’m Song Luting, a sophomore in the Physics Department,” said Song Luting calmly, sitting down next to Wei Zihang and taking out the chopsticks from inside the bowl.

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He handed the tray to him and asked him to pick up the remaining dishes.

Three minutes later, she returned with the phone.

The person-in-charge pushed his glasses and asked, “So?”

“Principal Zhou personally confirmed that the list is correct,” responding, the assistant put the phone back in his pocket.

Instead of worrying further about this, the person-in-charge just typed out Qin Ran’s name into the list and pondered out loud. “Zhou Shan is very confident this year. It’ll probably be another good show.”

Beijing University had done a similar thing before and reported a freshman name, Song Luting, who had shown off his brilliance in the laboratory. At that time, the laboratory had made several calls before confirming that Beijing University’s Principal hadn’t given the wrong name. But Song Luting’s name had at least been reported at the end of March the following year…

This year in December, the overall class time for the freshmen was less than half of Song Luting’s. What was Beijing University doing?

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