53. Bamboo poles are not very good.

He Ying was persuaded.

This was her first encounter with a freshman who possessed such clear logic and a powerful aura, and it seemed that he controlled the conversation the entire time they spoke.

First, they talked about pros and cons, then about the future.

When Lu Jincheng spoke about the future, his tone wasn't as sharp, yet every sentence he uttered struck her heart.

Right, the civil service exam – could she pass it on her first try?

Though Lu Jincheng didn't explicitly say so, his gaze repeatedly lingered on the yellowed cover of the old textbook as if peeling away her facade and helping her see herself more clearly.

She was confident about taking the exam back in her hometown, but what could she do if she returned home?

Earning a meager salary of three to four thousand a month, just like Lu Jincheng said, meeting a man similar to her father in arranged marriages?