In every school, hundreds of students graduate and leave the campus each year, and it's impossible for a gate guard to rember every one of them.
But Xiaofan, this kid, left a lasting impression on him. Why is that? Back in junior high, he dared to push a cart and sell snacks alone on school grounds.
Such a thing would absolutely not be allowed by the school, but back then, the principal specifically allowed him to sell on campus... this incident even got him interviewed by the TV station.
And in high school? Xiaofan often skipped classes and climbed over walls. This was quite a headache for our gatekeeper, Master Zhang, who, despite his age, had to chase after him and never once caught this guy.
You see, a gatekeeper may not rember every student, but those few mischievous ones definitely leave the deepest impression.
"Happy New Year, Master Zhang."
"Eh, what are you up to?"
Xiaofan imdiately handed over a red envelope. Master Zhang was taken aback.
"Happy New Year, take this red envelope for good luck..."
"Oh, this mischievous kid actually knows respect. Alright, I'll take it, go on in, there are already fifteen or so inside, go have fun."
"Ah, I didn't prepare any red envelopes. When did you prepare this?" Chen ngying pouted.
"Happy New Year, Master Zhang." Chen ngying greeted him politely as well.
"Oh, oh, Xiaofan, your girlfriend here is more polite than the others'. This girl is nice, you've got a good eye..."
"Master Zhang, I'm also a student from the Seventh Middle School, you know." Chen ngying retorted petulantly at being misunderstood again.
"Oh? Ahahaha... I see, no problem, no problem, go on in and have fun..."
Chen ngying's face turned bright red. Could it be that she and Xiaofan really look that well-matched together, that they're misunderstood wherever they go? Well, misunderstanding or not, that feeling made her quite happy.
Watching them walk slowly into the campus, Master Zhang smiled faintly, pressed the button to close the electronic gate, and then took out the cash from the red envelope.
"Xiaofan is a sensible kid. The others who just ca in, each in their own fancy car, didn't even bother to say hello. They all acted so important, not knowing how to show respect to elders. This mischievous kid, though, is the one who understands. Huh? Five hundred bucks? So much? Did this kid give the wrong amount?"
Looking at the five hundred-dollar bills in his hand, Master Zhang stepped out, wanting to take another look at the boy, but he was already far away.
"Wow, red envelopes, red envelopes, grab them."
"This one's big, this one's big..."
"Wow, who tossed out a hundred-dollar red envelope just like that?"
"What's that? Liu Daming just tossed out five two-hundred ones in a row."
"Really? Ah, missed the chance."
Many classmates showed up consecutively, but most were from far away, or so couldn't make it.
Originally, there were nearly sixty classmates in the class, but only twenty-one ca to gather at the school today.
Once at school, everyone naturally chatted freely, those with money and cars couldn't resist showing off. Then, casually, they would toss so large red envelopes into the group chat, letting everyone scramble for them while upping their own pretentious style.
"Hey, two more are coming. Could it be the class president?"
"Should be the class president. She ntioned last night that she would co."
"The class president's here? Where? Where?"
"Hey, who's that guy next to her?"
"Ah, too bad, the class president already has a boyfriend, you guys have no chance."
"No way? The class president, such a pure and beautiful girl, how could she have a boyfriend already? I don't believe it..."
It turned out, before Chen ngying arrived, these guys had already started gossiping.
Five years since junior high graduation, not everyone rushed to take college entrance exams. So had entered society right after high school, so didn't even finish high school, and so were already married with children.
When everyone gathered together, they naturally exchanged greetings; those who liked to show off did so, while those who wanted to play the poverty card did just that.
After the showing off and playing poor, naturally, they reminisced about their junior high days. Sohow, Chen ngying suddenly beca the topic of discussion among the boys.
Of course, by ninth grade, Chen ngying had already grown tall and outstanding in academics. She was the class flower.
Now, as everyone talked about this pure and gentle girl again, they couldn't help but express their admiration. Even a few with more courage declared: if Chen ngying still didn't have a boyfriend now, they would definitely pursue her, and they ant it.
Just this topic left the other girls out in the cold — quite unfair to the many girls who ca back for the reunion.
Now, with Chen ngying here, accompanied by a guy, the girls started mocking the boys' wishful thinking.
"Hey."
"Hey, i... Bi Yu... Long ti no see."
When girls et, naturally, they chat noisily to express the feelings of years without seeing each other.
But who knows how many of these exchanges are truly sincere?
"Wow, ng Ying, your skin looks so good, ****. How do you do it?"
"Did nothing, still so young, what's there to maintain?"
"Hey, ng Ying, who was that guy with you just now? Your future husband? Or are you already married?" Another girl asked.
Indeed, just now, they hugged Chen ngying, and nobody had noticed the guy earlier.
"Him?"
"Yes, where is he? Quick, introduce us..." i asked with a soft laugh.
"He's not... right under your feet."
"Under my feet?" i froze, feeling a sudden chill below her.
"Black, lace-trimd... oh wow..."
"Ah, you pervert... you're Ye Xiaofan. You wicked guy, after all these years, you still haven't changed. See if I don't beat you up..."
Oh dear, this guy actually dared to lift a girl's skirt again five years after graduating from junior high.
However, in the cold weather, even if girls wear skirts, they'll have tights, leggings, or safety shorts underneath. Xiaofan's words didn't match reality.
But this act indeed angered the party involved, who grabbed a bottle of water and hurled it at Xiaofan trying to escape.
'Thud.'
A direct hit, Xiaofan turned around with a pained expression, holding his head.
"You tomboy, after all these years, your wild character hasn't changed..."
"I'll fix your wild character. Damn it, I almost forgot, you always lifted my skirt in junior high. Everyone, seize this guy and give him a good beating, don't let him run."
"That's right..."
"Block Ye Xiaofan..."
You see, originally, everyone was chatting separately, but Xiaofan mixed in, instantly igniting the mood. Those collective mories flooded back to their minds.
The once mischievous boy reappeared in front of everyone, but who could really be mad at him?
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