They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Three days after the Jin Xing Show aired.

Jiang Han opened Weibo and glanced at it; the comments section was quite different from what he had expected.

Surprisingly, someone replied that they became a fan, and the post has already received over 100,000 likes.

It's fucking weird, how can you gain fans just by talking nonsense?

Some people even say he's the most outspoken person in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Jiang Han thought these people were unsophisticated. He was just too lazy to pretend, and it had nothing to do with whether he dared to or not.

Lin Yaoyao's message came in the afternoon: "Honey, I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow for a new voice-over project."

"Shanghai?"

"Yes, yes, it's right next to our alma mater."

Jiang Han paused for a moment, then said, "I haven't been back to the Shanghai Dramatic Arts Academy since I graduated."

"I'll go too."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"Anyway, I don't need to worry about things at the company, so I'll go take a look around."

Lin Yaoyao sent a cute emoji: "Okay, okay, let's do it together tomorrow."

Jiang Han put down his phone, just as Shen Qingning came in with a cup of coffee.

"I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow. Yaoyao is doing voice acting. Will you come with me?"

The following day at noon, China Southern Airlines first class.

Lin Yaoyao sat by the window, flipping through the dubbing script.

Shen Qingning sat next to Jiang Han, wearing a fitted black midi skirt that reached just to her knees.

Her legs, encased in sheer black stockings and wearing stiletto heels, were pressed together.

Someone recognized her when she was leaving the airport, and a young woman followed her for a couple of steps while holding up her phone.

Shen Qingning didn't dodge; she simply pulled her hat brim down a little.

She's not a celebrity anymore, so being photographed won't cause any problems.

As the plane landed, the wind from Shanghai blew in, carrying the slight chill of October.

The Shanghai Theatre Academy is about half an hour away from the airport.

Jiang Han and Shen Qingning stood at the main gate of the school. The stone lions outside the gate were still there, and the sycamore trees were even more lush than a few years ago.

The two people crossed the square in front of the school gate and turned onto the path next to the teaching building.

The road is still the same road, with the canopies of the trees on both sides overlapping to provide shade for the entire road.

A few girls who had just finished class walked over from the opposite side, chatting and laughing while holding their textbooks.

The laughter suddenly stopped halfway through the journey because they saw the Yangtze River.

The girl in the white T-shirt at the front slowed down, and her best friend nudged her with her elbow.

"Who's that handsome guy?"

"I don't know! Is it a senior who graduated before?"

"Judging by his looks, he must be a performing arts student."

They thought they were speaking very quietly, but Jiang Han heard them all.

After walking a few more steps, they encountered a group of boys coming out of the stadium, one of whom, with a buzz cut, was the first to freeze in surprise.

He noticed Shen Qingning.

Those long legs, encased in black stockings, stepped on stiletto heels, each step pounding against his heartbeat.

"Holy crap..."

"A new teacher?"

Have you ever seen a teacher wearing black stockings?

"Of course there are! There are plenty!"

Shen Qingning walked past them, only slightly curving her lips.

The group of boys stood there watching her walk away until her figure disappeared around the corner, at which point someone let out a long sigh of relief.

"Was that guy her boyfriend?"

"They're a perfect match!"

"If I had a girlfriend this beautiful, I'd come and stroll around the playground too."

She attracted a lot of attention along the way, and Shen Qingning suddenly slowed down.

"We used to walk like this at school, one on the left, the other on the right..."

Jiang Han, hands in his pockets, said, "You remember it quite clearly?"

"Hmm, I never realized it before, but it turns out I've never forgotten."

The exterior of the canteen is much the same as it was back then, but the windows inside are quite different.

The wooden bucket rice I used to frequent has been replaced with small bowl dishes, and the clay pot soup has been replaced with oil-splashed noodles.

Shen Qingning stood by the window for a long time, looking out: "Hmm? Your favorite beef noodles are still here!"

How did you know?

"Because you order it every time."

Shen Qingning borrowed a girl's meal card and transferred the money to her via Alipay.

The two people sat down in the corner, each carrying a tray.

There was only a small bowl of porridge in front of Shen Qingning. She ate a few mouthfuls, put down the spoon, and slowly opened her mouth.

"You used to sit in this very spot when you were pursuing me."

"I was filming that time and it was delayed because the cafeteria was about to close."

"You went to a long way to pack this for me; it was hot, and there was still steam when I opened it."

Jiang Han couldn't remember, so he nodded symbolically.

As he ate his noodles, his gaze drifted past the tray and landed on the young figures coming and going at the entrance of the cafeteria.

They are so young, their skin is elastic without any skincare, and they don't need to cover their eyes when they smile.

Her fair thighs peeked out from under her skirt, and her pert breasts and buttocks exuded the vitality of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

The female students were dressed very simply, but every inch of their clothes exuded the confidence of youthful collagen.

"Youth is wonderful!"

After finishing their meal, the two returned the tray to the dish return area.

As I stepped out of the cafeteria, the sky was ablaze with orange hues of sunset.

The two walked slowly along the campus path, passing the old library and the former teaching building.

Finally, we stopped by the artificial lake.

Scattered fallen leaves floated on the water's surface, and a few ducks had their heads submerged, their rear ends sticking up high.

A gust of wind blew, and a few strands of Shen Qingning's hair were blown loose. Jiang Han reached out and tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

The setting sun cast its golden light on the lake, bathing both of them in its golden glow.

As darkness fell, the two walked back along the same route.

Walk through the sycamore-lined path to the square in front of the teaching building.

Suddenly, someone called out from behind.

"Excuse me, are you General Manager Jiang Han?"

Jiang Han turned around, and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked quickly towards him.

He wore a gray jacket, black-rimmed glasses, and had a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"President Jiang! It really is you! A student just said there was a celebrity by the lake."

Jiang Han shook hands with him: "And you are?"

"I am the vice principal of the drama academy, my surname is He, and I just saw your Jin Xing Show in my office."

Vice Principal He's tone was filled with surprise and delight.

"Oh, so you graduated from our school too! Why don't you keep in touch with us?"

Before Jiang Han could speak, Vice Principal He had already grabbed his arm.

"Come on, let's go to my office."

"You're an outstanding alumnus of our school. Your juniors will be so happy to know that."

After Vice Principal He finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Qingning next to Jiang Han.

Shen Qingning pulled her hat brim down a little, but Vice Principal He still recognized her.

"Miss Shen is from our school too, right?"

I know everything about what happened between you two back then.

Shen Qingning nodded lightly.

Vice Principal He led the way, looking back as he went.

"President Jiang, now that your business has grown so big, you must not forget your alma mater."

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Principal He, you're too kind!"

"Just call me Teacher He." Vice Principal He waved his hand. "I've been teaching for thirty years, and I love seeing my students succeed."