However, no amount of calmness on his face could conceal the turbulence and turmoil in his heart.

Because he also knew that one of the students applying to the Wharton School of Business in the United States this time was Kang Ping, and Professor Yang's words seemed very ordinary, but there was a vague warning.

No matter in terms of family background, money, connections or any aspect, he cannot compare to Kang Ping.

His only confidence is that his written test score will be higher than that of Camping, and higher than anyone applying to Wharton School of Business.

However, the written test is not the only deciding factor. There are also interviews and letters of recommendation from schools.

Both are indispensable.

Ji Changmu closed his eyes slightly and leaned back on the chair, motionless.

It was already lunch time, but he had no appetite, and his face finally showed a bit of haggard and weakness.

Time passed minute by minute.

It was very quiet in the private room, but you could hear the sound of cars outside the window.

I don’t know how long it took, but the waiter knocked on the door and came in: “Sir, do you want your order to be served?”

Ji Changmu then opened his eyes slightly and looked at the waiter: "No need to serve the food, just bring the red wine."

"good."

The waiter quickly brought over two bottles of fine red wine.

These are just a few of his thoughts, but he knows that someone has prepared a better "mind".

In the face of better intentions, these of his are not worth mentioning, even though these are the best he can do.

But he knew that Professor Yang was disdainful in his heart.

Ji Changmu poured himself red wine. The red wine in the goblet shone like ruby.

He doesn't like to drink, but he knows how to drink.

He drank the wine in the glass, his ears felt slightly hot, and his eyes burned with red heat. He tasted the sour taste in the wine, just like the tears he had tasted when he was sixteen.

, sour and astringent, unforgettable for life.

Ji Changmu poured himself wine in the quiet private room, one glass after another, without any intention of stopping. Only the redness in his eyes became more and more like a burning fire, dancing with everlasting flames.

Wharton Business School, which he worked hard for nearly three years.

His results were far behind the other students who applied, but when the results were close at hand, he realized his powerlessness.

What is he fighting for?

But he was unwilling to do so.

Ji Changmu drank the wine in the goblet again.

Throughout noon, he kept himself in a private room drinking. He did nothing but drank. He drank until he was dizzy, day and night.

Until Shen Fangzhou called.

Shen Fangzhou knew that he was going to invite Professor Yang to dinner, but he kept it quiet. Only he and Ji Changmu knew.

"Chang Mu, hey, I called you several times, why didn't you answer?"

"..." Ji Changmu's eyes turned red after drinking, and he fell drunk on the sofa in the private room. He was in a daze and had no consciousness. He could only vaguely distinguish Shen Fangzhou's voice.

"Hey, Ji Changmu, Ji Changmu!" Shen Fangzhou shouted several times, "Tell me back, Professor Yang has a good drinking capacity, you won't be knocked down by him, right?"

"It's okay, I just drank a little too much." Ji Changmu Shangqi maintained his last bit of consciousness and tried hard to reply to Shen Fangzhou.

"That's good. Look at the time. It's already half past one in the afternoon. Are you back? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No...thank you."

Shen Fangzhou was flattered and said thank you to him for no reason.
Chapter completed!