"Meng Zhaodi" felt increasingly that this possibility existed. The pressure inside her heart grew larger and larger.
All this pressure exploded when "Meng Zhaodi" bumped into Xia Chuyi by chance.
"Xia Chuyi, what exactly do you want to do?" "Meng Zhaodi" demanded with red eyes.
"Meng Zhaodi, are you going crazy?" Xia Chuyi raised her eyebrows and asked "Meng Zhaodi."
"Me, you, Xia Chuyi, do you really want to ruin me to be happy?" "Meng Zhaodi’s" gaze was incredibly sad, as if she had suffered a great injustice, she asked Xia Chuyi, "What have I ever done to bother you?"
Hearing this, Xia Chuyi was rather speechless.
"Meng Zhaodi, I have never intended to ruin anyone," Xia Chuyi calmly said. "If we are talking about ’ruining’, it is you, Meng Zhaodi, you have ruined other people’s dreams."
"Kyoto University is not a place where just anyone can come. This is a place where many young people have spent countless efforts, relying on their own hard work and perseverance, to dream about."
"You, Meng Zhaodi, came here using someone else’s name. Haven’t you ever considered that in such a positive and striving environment, you do not fit in with everyone else?"
"Eventually, you’re going to be exposed, right?"
"If there’s something you very much want to do in Beijing, I advise you to hurry up and do it."
"Otherwise, before the real Meng Zhaodi comes looking for you, maybe..." Xia Chuyi’s voice trailed off meaningfully.
"Meng Zhaodi," behind her, covered her face, somewhat unable to cry.
Xia Chuyi thought to herself: "Meng Zhaodi," this person, you could say she’s bold. Daring to impersonate someone to come to Kyoto University, her courage is truly great.
But then again, her psychological quality is extremely poor, she easily gives herself away when provoked.
Next, she could probably see Meng Zhaodi taking some action.
Indeed, just as she had expected, after a period, she encountered "Meng Zhaodi" while she was reviewing French vocabulary behind the school’s hill, together with Song Yingjie.
"Yingjie, I chose archaeology initially out of interest, but now I find the culture within archaeology too profound."
"I’m just a person from the small place of Ling County. Even if my family’s conditions are good, my exposure to this field is limited," "Meng Zhaodi" said distressed and regretful.
"Yingjie, I want to drop out and go home."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yingjie said with particular surprise, "How can you think ? Zhaodi, how can you give up your dreams so easily?"
"You have to believe that you are the best woman in the world!" Song Yingjie quickly tried to soothe her in a gentle voice, "You will definitely make it through."
"Meng Zhaodi" was about to say something when she saw Xia Chuyi not far away, and she stiffened.
Seeing her reaction, Song Yingjie was a bit surprised, and then followed "Meng Zhaodi’s" gaze to see Xia Chuyi.
Song Yingjie, who had been scolded many times before, now felt uneasy whenever he saw Xia Chuyi.
But with "Meng Zhaodi" by his side, he suddenly felt emboldened and pulled "Meng Zhaodi" into his arms with a proud expression.
Xia Chuyi was speechless.
At this moment, "Meng Zhaodi" was secretly delighted in her heart.
Song Yingjie had always been very polite to her, not even willing to hold her hand, which made her attempts at seduction ineffective until now.
Finally, he was willing to make a move.
Since the thoughts on both of their faces were quite apparent, Xia Chuyi almost immediately guessed their intentions.
Was Meng Zhaodi planning to sacrifice herself now?