University of Cambridge.
Trinity College.
The public corridor inside the college.
At this moment, Wheat was walking side by side with Xu Yun.
"Hey, Mr. Luo Feng."
As they passed a bend, Wheat finally couldn't hold it in. He nudged Xu Yun lightly with his elbow and muttered:
"Mr. Luo Feng, don't you feel something's weird?"
"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the way the seniors and upperclassmen have been looking at me seems... off..."
Xu Yun shot him a glance and said:
"It's definitely not your imagination, but you're wrong about one thing—they're not looking at you, they're looking at me."
After he finished speaking,
he turned his head and looked at a male student who was sizing him up.
Their eyes met briefly.
The guy immediately snorted coldly, turned his head away and looked elsewhere.
Seeing this,
Xu Yun shook his head with a bitter smile, the corners of his mouth curling with a hint of self-mockery.
