Jia Yu rarely returned to school.
First of all, there was nothing much happening recently, and secondly, he needed to sort out some academic issues.
Like tests and such.
In fact, Caltech's international department doesn't admit many international students, only about thirty or so.
Among them, students from Dongda only account for three.
This was a record-breaking high.
After all, America is not particularly keen on teaching you these things. It's good enough to get into an engineering university, but if it were arts and culture, the acceptance rate would be much higher.
After Jia Yu sorted out his business, he heard someone calling him: "Jia Yu. I've finally found you."
Jia Yu turned around and saw a person walking towards him. It was Di Wenmin, his compatriot from the same period.
"What's up?" Jia Yu asked casually, with a tone of curiosity, but he came off a little cold.
