Five years later, in the golden autumn of September, at the gate of Jing University Affiliated Middle School.
Freshmen with youthful smiles on their faces were saying goodbye to their parents, stepping into a new battlefield with their backpacks.
A teenager, 1.83 meters tall with a fresh and clean face, was chattering to Shen Que.
"Big bro, you really need to start taking care of your skin. We're the same age, but how come you look older?"
"No wonder my sister-in-law always says men have a short shelf life..."
Shen Xing kept talking, his chatterbox nature only growing as he aged.
Shen Que, exuding mature masculine charm, interrupted Shen Xing helplessly: "What do you know, kid? Your sister-in-law likes me just the way I am."
Jiang Cheng had said he was "abstinently" handsome.
"Right, I totally adore it!"
