What kind of person was he, really?
*
The next morning, Zeng Keqin got up early.
It was her first day reporting to Bai Run'er. She changed into the cream-white professional suit she had ironed in advance, did her makeup, grabbed her bag, and headed out.
The morning campus was exceptionally quiet, the air carrying the freshness after the rain.
She walked to the bus stop and, while waiting for the bus, took out her phone to check yesterday's messages—
He hadn't replied until late at night: [No rush.]
Zeng Keqin stared at those two words, unsure how to respond. After hesitating a moment, she locked the screen.
The bus arrived.
There weren't many people at this hour. She found an empty seat and sat down, but after a few stops, the carriage became increasingly crowded.
A white-haired old lady carrying a vegetable basket wobbled onto the bus.
Zeng Keqin stood up. "Grandma, please take my seat."
"Thank you, young lady."
The bus swayed along for forty minutes before finally reaching Bai Run'er.
Zeng Keqin looked up at the towering skyscraper before her, suppressing her excitement, and walked inside.
The receptionist at the front desk was a different person. She handed Zeng Keqin a temporary badge. "Go straight ahead, turn right, and there's a meeting room. Wait inside."
"Thank you."
Following the directions, Zeng Keqin arrived at the meeting room door, where a male student was already standing.
He was wearing a dark suit and a pair of black-framed glasses. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and asked politely, "You're here to report in too?"
Zeng Keqin nodded in response.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The male student introduced himself, "I'm Zheng Zhixi."
Zeng Keqin had studied his competition videos. He had meticulous logic and excellent eloquence—one of the strongest competitors in this assessment.
"I'm Zeng Keqin."
Zheng Zhixi generously complimented her, "I've read your paper. It's very well written."
"Thank you."
Zeng Keqin responded politely, and the scene fell into awkwardness again.
Just then, laughter came from the corner.
"You say you're not nervous, but look, your hands are shaking!"
A figure with a bun hairstyle, wearing a pink suit, burst into view. It was Qiao Meng.
Behind her was a girl with a low ponytail, dressed in a light gray skirt suit.
Qiao Meng spotted Zeng Keqin and immediately trotted over, warmly linking her arm. "Xiaoke! You're here so early!"
Zeng Keqin wasn't used to such familiarity and froze on the spot.
"Oh," Qiao Meng pulled the girl behind her forward. "This is my senior, Su Wanyi."
Su Wanyi's temperament was completely different from Qiao Meng's—composed and generous. She smiled and extended her hand. "Hello, I'm from Western Law School, a senior."
Zeng Keqin shook her hand. "Zeng Keqin, J University, junior."
"I know you. Last year at the Jessup Moot Court, we met."
Zeng Keqin replied nervously, "Yes, I remember too."
At that moment, another male student arrived. He was wearing a custom-tailored suit. Not particularly handsome, but he exuded an air of wealth from head to toe—from his cufflinks to his watch, all high-end brands.
He glanced over the people in the hallway, his gaze lingering on the girls for a moment, then said coolly, "Zhao Mo."
His tone carried an indescribable arrogance.
Qiao Meng leaned close to Zeng Keqin's ear. "He's the rich second-generation I told you about."
Zeng Keqin nodded slightly.
The last arrival was a male student named Zhou Yi, who showed up right on time.
He was wearing a dark blue suit and came running in, panting, holding several cups of coffee. His clean face showed two dimples as he apologized, "Sorry, I'm late. I bought coffee for all of you."
Qiao Meng muttered softly, "Wow, so warm! He's exactly my type."
Zeng Keqin pretended not to hear and quietly withdrew her arm.
All six had arrived.
The sound of high heels came from the end of the hallway.
Zou Min walked over carrying a stack of documents. Her short hair was neat and clean. "Follow me."
In the meeting room, three chairs were lined up on each side, with name cards on the table.