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Those who knew the inside story lowered their heads; some picked at their chopsticks and fiddled with the food in their dishes without picking up any; others raised their teacups to cover their faces.

Lin Wanqing's expression finally changed.

Zhao Rong...

Her once most trusted best friend tricked her into going to the billiard hall and handed her over to Tiger. Now she has been transferred to another school and has completely disappeared from her life.

This name is the thorn in her heart that she can't bear to touch.

Her face darkened, and she looked up at Zhang Yang's still-smiling face, saying slowly and deliberately, "Aren't you annoying?"

After saying that, she stood up, pushed back her chair, and walked out of the private room without looking back.

The door to the private room closed gently behind her, leaving Zhang Yang standing there alone, his smile frozen on his lips, his whole body standing there like a statue.

He turned around and looked around, only to find that everyone was looking at him with a "you're doomed" expression. He then realized that he had probably asked something he shouldn't have.

Several classmates quickly changed the subject, pulled him to sit down, poured him tea, and whispered to him about what happened before the college entrance examination.

How did Lin Wanqing offend Zhang Yifan? How did Zhao Rong trick her into going to the billiard hall? How did Zhang Yifan lead the whole class to smash up the cafeteria?

After saying that, someone patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and earnestly advised, "Don't mess with Lin Wanqing anymore. She's not the same as before."

Zhang Yang said, "I was just concerned about my classmate, I didn't mean anything by it," but he was secretly overjoyed.

He had a crush on Lin Wanqing when he was just a nobody in class. Back then, he didn't even have the courage to talk to her. He could only sit in the corner and watch her from afar every day.

Now he's back to his confidence, having been admitted to the Central Academy of Drama. His only worry is that Lin Wanqing is already with Zhang Yifan.

After all, Zhang Yifan was pursuing her passionately back then, and the whole grade knew about it.

But when he heard that the two of them not only didn't get together, but had completely broken up, he had only one thought in his mind: Great! His chance has come!

Seeing that the awkward topic had finally passed, the classmates quickly shifted their focus back to Zhang Yang.

People gathered around and asked him what he had experienced in the past year, and whether learning broadcasting and hosting could change a person so much.

Zhang Yang then found a seat, cleared his throat, and was about to tell his story of "reconstructing himself from the inside out" at the counseling center when his hand inadvertently reached into his pocket.

A BMW key slid out of his pocket and landed on the table with a clink.

Several sharp-eyed classmates immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Holy crap, Zhang Yang, you just graduated and you're already driving a BMW?"

Zhang Yang calmly picked up the car keys from the table, his movements as natural as if nothing had happened.

He twirled the key between his fingers: "You mean this? After the results came out, seeing that I was a sure thing at the Central Academy of Drama, my dad was so happy that he rewarded me with a BMW 3 Series. It's nothing, nothing at all."

The students were stunned when they heard this.

A BMW 3 Series would cost at least 200,000 yuan, and this guy was driving one just a few days after turning eighteen.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Zhang Yang, what does your family do? Are you a second-generation rich kid?"

Zhang Yang's lips curled slightly upward, and he said in a tone that said, "It's really nothing."

"I wouldn't call myself a rich kid. My dad just runs a cement factory, and his annual income is just over a million. It's nothing to mention."

He said "not worth mentioning" four times, but each time he said it, the corners of his mouth turned up a little more.

The private room erupted in chaos.

The students looked at each other in surprise, their faces saying, "So there's someone like this hidden in our class."

Some people say that it's no wonder Zhang Yang was so low-key in class before; it turns out that truly wealthy people don't show off.

Some people say that now it all makes sense: his family owns a cement factory with an annual income of millions, which is why they could afford to send him to study broadcasting and hosting, and why they could dress him in trendy clothes from head to toe.

Several classmates immediately surrounded him, refilled his cup with drinks, and started chatting with him warmly.

Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair, basking in the compliments and attention from all directions, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort that seemed to overflow from every pore.

After a year of studying broadcasting and hosting, his biggest achievement was not being in the top ten at the Central Academy of Drama, but finally daring to hold his head high and be the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

He was tired of the days when he could sit in the corner and watch others shine.

The classmates who were trying to curry favor with him got more and more excited as they talked. One of them patted him on the shoulder and said in a resolute tone:

"Zhang Yang, you're destined to be a big star! Every graduate from the Central Academy of Drama is a star! You were so low-key before, I never even realized you were the most dazzling one in our class!"

Zhang Yang was extremely pleased to hear this, but he still had to maintain a humble demeanor.

He waved his hand and said in a very sincere tone:

"Don't say that. Didn't Zhang Yifan from our class just become the top scorer in the province?"

If we're talking about who's the most dazzling, it has to be him. I'm nothing compared to him!

He's just a beginner art student, nothing to brag about, nothing to brag about.

The boy who patted him on the shoulder immediately chimed in, his tone somewhat dismissive:

"Zhang Yifan? He's just a bookworm."

So what if he's the top scorer in the province? After graduating from university, his life's potential is limited to what he can achieve. He'll just end up working as a high-level employee in a big factory.

You're different, Zhang Yang! You're a rising star, destined to be in the spotlight!

Compared to him, Zhang Yifan is simply…

He paused, as if considering his words, and then uttered four words.

"One by the roadside."

These words were absolutely delightful to Zhang Yang.

The curve of his lips was completely out of control, almost reaching his ears, and he leaned back in his chair even more comfortably.

But he still tried to maintain his humble persona, clearing his throat and saying, "You can't say that. We're all classmates, and who knows who might help whom in the future."

Even so, his extremely pleased expression betrayed all his thoughts.

Many rational students watching this scene felt a little uneasy.

The purpose of a graduation party is for everyone to get together, reminisce about the past three years of high school, and wish each other well for the future.

As a result, the atmosphere changed like this shortly after we sat down.

Some people are showing off, some are flattering, and some are so flattered that they feel elated.

Isn't this the kind of thing that happens at old classmates' reunions? Why is it starting right after graduation?

The door to the private room was pushed open a crack, and Lin Wanqing returned from outside.

She took several deep breaths in front of the mirror in the bathroom, suppressing all the embarrassment from Zhang Yang's words and regaining her composure.

She pushed open the door, glanced around the private room, and frowned slightly when she saw several classmates surrounding Zhang Yang, showering him with compliments.

Although she didn't know what had happened during her short absence, she wondered how someone who used to be so inconspicuous in class could suddenly be receiving so much attention.

But she wasn't in the mood to care about any of that right now. All she wanted to do today was see Zhang Yifan, talk to him, and clear up what was on her mind.

She curled her lip, didn't glance at Zhang Yang again, and went straight to her original spot in the corner, where she sat down quietly.