Early the next morning, Yin Dang got up—Han Weiwei was still asleep.
Today was the day he had to report to Imperial Capital University, and he had dressed specially for the occasion. From his big canvas bag, he took out a white shirt he’d been reluctant to wear, pairing it with light-blue casual pants he’d bought for 38 yuan before leaving home. His shoes were still the same worn black leather loafers with the toes scuffed white, but he carefully wiped off the dust with a damp cloth.
Dressed neatly, he walked to the mirror by the sink and admired himself with satisfaction.
“Mm… damn, I look so handsome. How can anyone be this good-looking?”
After appreciating his reflection for a good while, he finally picked up the toothbrush and toothpaste Han Weiwei had prepared for him. When he fin
