Xia Ye was well-known at Beijing University, recognized by the majority.
Xue Zhe sighed and explained to Shen Zhiqiao, "Their club will be moving to the third floor above ours soon."
Xia Ye, carrying a box single-handedly, had a certain unconventional allure, akin to a ruggedly handsome worker carrying a refrigerator barehanded.
Especially when her gaze flickered over to them.
Shen Zhiqiao felt ashamed of her heart racing for a moment, and she quivered her lips, "They are part of which society, again?"
No sooner had she asked this question than a student passed by them, carrying a horsetail whisk that you'd only see in historical dramas.
Shen Zhiqiao then remembered, Yang Qiange had mentioned it to her before.
An exaggerated society, something like... Science Cultivation...
The name of this society was simply the biggest insult to the word 'science'!
