In that place, many facilities were quite outdated, so he couldn't start a fire and wasn't good at riding a bike, appearing clumsy, like an upper-class elite suddenly out of place living in the countryside.
And now, him.
Wearing a suit, with a dark shirt underneath, a navy blue tie, his posture was upright, and he spoke in academic jargon and shared a lot of extracurricular knowledge. This made Li Weiran, who had never seen this side of him, feel as if she was getting to know him all over again.
When Cheng Dongyuan started lecturing, he was initially very serious and focused.
But after apparently seeing someone, his expression became much more relaxed, and his straight, upright body showed a hint of nonchalance.
One hand was in his suit pocket, while the other held a piece of white chalk as if he was holding a cigarette.
