Sunday, bookstore.
Shen Zhijin stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the neatly arranged books on it, with his lips slightly pursed.
He had an excellent memory and never forgot what he read. This was the first time he was faced with rows of books yet he did not know where to start.
There were two girls who looked like high school students nearby who looked over from time to time, with blushing and curious faces.
It was extremely rare to see such a handsome young man, and it was also because he had been standing here for too long.
The two girls picked up their books to cover half of their faces as they moved to each other and whispered among themselves.
Shen Zhijin, of course, noticed their gazes and could vaguely hear their chatter.
He was very good-looking and had long been used to being scrutinized like this.
But today was different.
