But reality is not about "if," and there's no need to dwell on "if"; what everyone acknowledges is your present.
Xiao Lu's present is very strong, very excellent, and it's enough.
"I'm not even afraid even if you eat me." Lu Cheng sat casually, his tone relaxed, though his words were a bit greasy.
Mu Nanshu rolled his eyes at Lu Cheng. "Can't be bothered with you. You've learned how to be glib."
"All of this is taught by society, we're all students of society."
"If you can't learn even the easiest glib tongue, how will you get by?" Lu Cheng's response was very genuine, a bit helplessly so.
During his undergraduate years, Lu Cheng thought he might not have to study sociology, but the harshness of sociology made Lu Cheng's "thought" a mere illusion.
Since he had to learn sociology, Lu Cheng decided to understand sociology thoroughly, mixing in some of his own elements to form his own worldview and values.
