Yue Qingqing's student card was still here, but she left without a second thought.
Zeng Yu felt a surge of anger but was helpless.
"Senior, she's gone now. Can we proceed with the rest of the procedures?"
Zeng Yu shot an annoyed glare, "Fill out the form, and once it's done, bring it to me for registration and to get your card."
The new students of the School of Finance all thought that Zeng Yu had a really bad temper.
The seniors from other schools seemed amiable and friendly, so why were things different here?
But as freshmen, they could only obey and take the registration forms with their heads down.
In the cafeteria, Zhuang Lan happened to run into them. He had already completed the procedures early in the morning.
He had returned to the dormitory early and only came out for lunch.
Seeing others swipe their campus cards at the window to get food, Yue Qingqing was instead buying meal tickets from a separate window with cash before getting her food.
