Mentioning the Jiang Family from Imperial City brings Lin to mind, and no amount of praise over three days and nights would suffice. Young, accomplished, mature, disciplined, and graceful... anyone who talks about him nods and nods again.
Few people know that Lin's impressive resume contains a dark page.
It happened during his sophomore year, after an evening self-study session, at ten o'clock.
"Old Jiang, wanna go for late-night snacks?"
The one who proposed this was his roommate, Zhang Bufan.
Jiang Xiaolin showed little interest, "No, I haven't finished my assignment yet."
Zhang Bufan, always talking, slung his arm around him and urged, "Come on, let's have fun with everybody."
He had barely got his arm around him when the other coldly pulled it away and responded with two icy words—
"Get lost."
That level of disdain.
Zhang Bufan, quite the drama king, made a face like a forsaken wife, "You heartbreaker, just stick with your studies!"
