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Zhang Yang was also a classmate, and he was usually the kind of person who was plain-looking and unremarkable.

His seat was in the second-to-last row against the wall. He never raised his hand in class and rarely chatted with anyone after class.

He's the kind of person whose name takes classmates several seconds to remember after graduation.

However, he made a decision in the first semester of his senior year of high school.

Learn broadcasting and hosting.

He left school after that and studied academic subjects at a tutoring institution specializing in art students, and never appeared in class again.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yang would change so much in less than a year?

He had dyed his hair a flamboyant red, wore a flashy trendy outfit, stood ramrod straight, and spoke with a booming, announcer-like tone.

Indeed, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse.

Zhang Yang first scanned the entire room, then his gaze swept around the private room. When he spotted Lin Wanqing sitting in the corner, his eyes lit up almost imperceptibly.

Then, without batting an eye, he turned back to the girl who had just asked him why he had changed so much, smiled, and said in a professionally trained, clear and articulate voice:

"Isn't it true that learning broadcasting and hosting has made me more confident?"

I used to be quiet in class, but after starting my major courses, the teachers made us practice our posture and clothing in front of the mirror every day, and over time it became a habit.

And with a little more attention to maintenance, it turned out like this.

Someone next to him asked, "So, how's your broadcasting and hosting studies going? Did you pass the arts entrance exam this year?"

Zhang Yang picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said with barely suppressed pride, "Not bad, I got into the top ten in the broadcasting and hosting major at the Central Academy of Drama."

Moreover, his academic performance this year is also quite good, easily exceeding the passing score, so his admission to the Central Academy of Drama should be a sure thing.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding students exclaimed in surprise.

Some people say, "Top ten in the Central Academy of Drama, that's incredible!"

Someone patted him on the shoulder and said, "When you become a big TV host in the future, don't forget about us old classmates."

Some people are even calculating how many students in the class will be able to go to Beijing this year.

After counting, someone remarked, "Besides Zhang Yifan, we have another student in our class who can get into Beijing. One is the top scorer in the province, and the other is a top ten student at the Central Academy of Drama. You two can go out for hot pot together in Beijing from now on."

Zhang Yang paused slightly in the teacup he was holding.

Zhang Yifan.

Of course he remembered that name.

Even before he started learning broadcasting and hosting, Zhang Yifan was already Lin Wanqing's simp.

Back then, he sat in the second-to-last row against the wall, and every day he could see Zhang Yifan stand up from the last row, walk across the entire classroom to Lin Wanqing's seat.

Carrying milk tea, breakfast, and snacks, sometimes it's Starbucks, sometimes it's Bawangchaji, changing brands all the time.

Lin Wanqing always had an indifferent expression, and when she took things from him, she wouldn't even look at him directly. Sometimes she would even complain that the taste wasn't right.

Zhang Yifan wasn't angry when he was rejected; he simply changed the flavor next time and continued to deliver.

At that time, Zhang Yang thought that it would be great if he could say a few words to Lin Wanqing.

But at that time, he was just an unknown nobody, and he didn't even have the courage to look Lin Wanqing in the eye.

It's different now.

He ranked in the top ten at the Central Academy of Drama, wore trendy brands, dyed his hair red, and underwent a complete transformation.

And Zhang Yifan...

He hasn't been at school for a year, so I don't know how things are going between them.

So he casually asked, "I remember Zhang Yifan was always pursuing our class beauty, right? How's it going? Are they together? A top student and the class beauty, they're a perfect match!"

The air in the private room suddenly became quiet.

Some people stood frozen, holding their drinks; some looked down at their phones; some nudged the person next to them with their elbows; and everyone turned their gaze toward Lin Wanqing in the corner with the same unnatural expression.

Lin Wanqing sat in the corner, her head down ever since Zhang Yang entered the private room.

She thought the gathering would pass quietly, and hoped that she could find a chance to talk to Zhang Yifan after he arrived.

Before Zhang Yifan even arrived, Zhang Yang's words put her in a difficult position.

Her face visibly turned ugly.

Didn't this person go to study broadcasting and hosting? Why is the way they ask questions still the same as before, without any sense of tact?

Isn't this just bringing up a sore spot?

Seeing that no one answered him and noticing Lin Wanqing's embarrassed expression, Zhang Yang immediately understood what was going on.

It's certain that Zhang Yifan failed to win Lin Wanqing's heart.

That's better.

He was secretly pleased, but his face immediately switched to an expression of annoyance. He patted his forehead, his tone tinged with self-reproach:

"Look at my mouth. I went out for a year to learn broadcasting and hosting, and I've forgotten how to speak."

Lin Wanqing is still here; how can I gossip about her behind her back?

"I'm so sorry, Wanqing, please don't take it to heart. I just speak too quickly, I didn't mean anything by it."

Lin Wanqing raised her head, tugged at the corners of her mouth, forced an unnatural smile, and said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

Then she lowered her head, picked up the drink glass on the table, took a sip, and used the rim of the glass to cover her face.

She completely failed her college entrance exam; her score didn't even meet the undergraduate admission line.

She originally didn't want to attend this class reunion.

She was afraid to see the smiles on the faces of her classmates who got into good schools, afraid to hear others discussing scores and college applications, and even more afraid that her classmates would ridicule her for ruining Zhang Yifan's life.

But when she learned that Zhang Yifan would also be coming, she couldn't resist coming too.

She had a premonition that this might be the last time she and Zhang Yifan would cross paths.

If they fail to win back his heart this time, they will truly become strangers, each going down completely different paths in life, and never have any connection again.

So even if she faced ridicule from her classmates, she still came.

Therefore, she took Zhang Yang's words as him making fun of her.

After all, back in their class, Zhang Yang was such a nobody that she never even gave him a second glance. Now that he's been admitted to the Central Academy of Drama and is riding high, it's only natural for him to make a few jokes about her, the former class beauty who failed the exam.

She didn't want to get entangled any further; she just wanted to wait quietly for Zhang Yifan to arrive.

But Zhang Yang clearly had no intention of letting her go.

He was unaware of what had recently happened.

I didn't know that Lin Wanqing had a complete falling out with Zhang Yifan before the college entrance examination, I didn't know that her best friend Zhao Rong tricked her into going to a billiard hall and almost got into trouble, and I didn't know that her college entrance examination score didn't even meet the undergraduate admission line.

He assumed that Lin Wanqing was still as aloof as before, and as indifferent to people as before.

So he quickly searched for a topic in his mind and asked, "By the way, where is Zhao Rong? Isn't she your best friend? I remember you two used to be inseparable, even going to the bathroom together."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqing's face turned ashen, and the air in the private room instantly turned icy.