“I will definitely come again.”
Thinking of those loan sharks, Zhao Zitong felt helpless.
But she was always optimistic and comforted her friend:
"But it doesn't matter. They just want money, not our lives."
After all, it is different to hack an ordinary woman to death on the street than to hack a Miss Hong Kong runner-up to death.
The severity of the two things is different.
The social attention it attracts is certainly different.
Didn’t those loan sharks run away immediately when they saw the reporters coming today?
The few of them chatted for a while and finished the takeaway they brought. Yu Wenyin then remembered something.
"By the way, tomorrow is the high school anniversary. Are you going back?" Yu Wenyin asked again.
The so-called school anniversary is a carnival for successful alumni and a show-off meeting for successful people.
Students like Zhao Zitong, who neither got admitted to a key university to bring honor to the school nor achieved any success in society, are the type of students who dislike school celebrations and class reunions the most.
She subconsciously wanted to refuse to participate.
Yu Wenyin said, "I heard from Father Yu that our school is going to build another teaching building next to it. The priest has made an appointment with me and asked me to have a meeting with the school committee."
When Zhao Zitong heard about building a building, he immediately became interested and asked Yu Wenyin with shining eyes:
"Did Father Yu ask you to design this teaching building? Have you finished the design? Show me."
Zhao Zitong had never been interested in talking about these things on the construction site before. What happened today?
The way he looks at his own architectural drawings is like the way Ma Dandan looks at barbecued pork buns.
"I have a few ideas about this teaching building. Why don't we discuss them?"
Yu Wenyin couldn't believe it. Zhao Zitong, who always slept in class and had a fever during exams, wanted to discuss architectural drawings with her?
"Zitong, this is not a Doraemon comic book, it's an architectural design drawing. Do you understand it?"
Ma Dandan also came over and looked at Zhao Zitong with a puzzled look.
Oh my god!
So, in the eyes of the two good friends, Zhao Zitong is a poor student who can only read comic books?
Having said that, you can't act too exaggerated, otherwise it will be difficult to explain clearly.
At this moment, Zhao Zitong decided to play the pig and eat the tiger, and put on a good show of "a man should be looked at with new eyes after three days of absence".
"I don't understand, but Wen Yin can teach me. As you know, these days, having many skills is always a plus!"
Zhao Zitong had no choice but to laugh and cover up the matter.
The three of them took the bus to St. Ann's School.
Today is the 20th anniversary of our school, and many well-known alumni of the school have come.
The three of them stood at the school gate and recalled the good old days when they were studying.
"You were the top student in your class, but then your father learned how to gamble, and your grades plummeted."
Yu Wenyin looked at the name on the honor roll. Zhao Zitong had won first place in a speech contest that year.
"Yes, if I don't give up the first place, how can you, the eternal runner-up, get the top spot?"
Zhao Zitong pointed to Yu Wenyin's photo on the honor roll:
"Department of Architecture, University of Hong Kong, future female architect master, you must keep working hard!"
The two of them smiled at each other. The first and second place winners that year were competing with each other.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you two former top students consider my feelings?
"My academic performance back then was not as good as yours."
Ma Dandan squeezed in and pointed to the honor roll on the wall and said:
"I always win first place in the shot put competition at the school sports meet every year!"
Zhao Zitong glanced at the information on the honor roll and found that Ma Dandan was indeed the first place in the shot put competition in those years.
But when she was in middle school, Ma Dandan had short hair and looked like a tomboy. Now she has long hair and looks much more delicate.
Yu Wenyin had long hair in middle school, but now she has short and neat hair.
A tall and handsome man in a suit and tie walked over.
"He was the school hunk in our class back then!" Ma Dandan looked at the man in a somewhat infatuated way.
From the perspective of Zhao Zitong in the future, this man is indeed quite good-looking, but he seems to be a little short of being the school hunk.
Maybe it’s because the clothes and hairstyles in the 90s were rather rustic, so Zhao Zitong couldn’t appreciate them.
But this is Hong Kong, and the clothing here is much more fashionable than in mainland China.
The clothes in mainland China are really hard to describe...
"Wow, do you like this type?" Zhao Zitong pursed her lips and asked Ma Dandan in a low voice.
"Of course I like him. Didn't you like him back then? You even said he was really good at playing basketball!"
Although Ma Dandan is already in her twenties, her eyes still light up when she sees handsome guys and she can't control herself.
"Hi! Zitong, it's rare to see you back!"
When the school hunk saw a few people, he smiled warmly and ran over to say hello.
"Here he comes, here he comes..."
Ma Dandan saw the school hunk coming over and nervously grabbed Zhao Zitong's arm.
What's going on? Is this school hunk greeting me?
"Yeah, ah...Senior Ye, long time no see!"
Seeing that others had taken the initiative to greet her, Zhao Zitong felt embarrassed not to respond.
"Yes, it's been a long time. You are getting more and more beautiful!"
The school hunk ran to Zhao Zitong and showed his smile that he thought was so charming that it could kill people.
"What are you doing recently?" Ye Xiaocao was obviously overly enthusiastic about himself.
Is it because of my face?
No wonder, although my academic performance was not good back then, I was indeed one of the most beautiful girls in the school.
Most men like pretty faces.
"I didn't do anything, three no personnel..."
Zhao Zitong’s mind is now full of thoughts about how to make money, and she really has no time to fall in love.
"No, Zitong won the third place in this year's Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant."
Madandan said excitedly.
Zhao Zitong was speechless. This Ma Dandan was really a fool.
Don’t you like her?
Why is she still saying good things about her best friend in front of this school hunk?
Besides, can't you see that I don't like him?
"Really? I just came back from abroad, so I don't know about this." Ye Xiaocao looked at Zhao Zitong with even more passion:
"Congratulations, no wonder your temperament seems different now."
Ye Xiaocao took out a business card from his bag and handed it to her:
"I haven't seen you at the school anniversary for several years. I finally saw you this year. Let's keep in touch when we have time."
Zhao Zitong took the card and looked at it. It showed the name of Ye Wenle, the general manager of the trading company.
"Wow, the general manager of a trading company. Senior Ye is doing very well."
Yu Wenyin came over to take a look, with a hint of mockery in her tone.
Everyone knows that Ye Wenle's father is the chairman of a trading company.
He's just a rich second-generation who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. What's so great about that?