Library—
When Sheng Yang returned the book, Jin Lu immediately borrowed it. However, he had an ulterior motive and saw that Sheng Yang was about to leave. "Junior…"
Sheng Yang stared at him, her gaze as though she had said everything she needed to say.
Jin Lu waved his hands. "Sheng Yang, I don't have any delusional thoughts about you."
"Alright, then tell me what you want to say."
"Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"The process isn't important, the result is." Sheng Yang's words hit the nail on the head.
"You mean… the competition with the students from the Ivy League?"
"I'm not talking about that," Sheng Yang said seriously. "The result of the competition isn't important, the process is more important."
