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Zhang Yang stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze shifting from the Land Rover Defender's tow hook, which hadn't even had a scratch on its paint, to Zhang Yifan leaning against the car.

He was just about to put on a warm smile, like old classmates reunited after a long separation, when he suddenly caught a detail out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Wanqing stood at the back of the crowd, looking at Zhang Yifan.

That look wasn't the look you give an old classmate.

There was regret, resentment, a hint of cautiously hidden expectation, and even a touch of tenderness he had never seen on her face before.

His heart skipped a beat.

Isn't Zhang Yifan Lin Wanqing's lapdog?

Didn't the two of them break up?

Before he arrived, he had envisioned a scenario where Lin Wanqing would remain aloof as always, and Zhang Yifan would still be that persistent simp who had been rejected countless times.

And he!

A promising freshman at the Central Academy of Drama, a rich second-generation heir from a cement factory, and a BMW 3 Series owner, all returning home in triumph, demonstrate their abilities and then seize the opportunity to make their move.

But the scene he was seeing was completely the opposite of what he had expected.

Why does it seem more like Lin Wanqing still has feelings for Zhang Yifan?

A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yifan changed from the previous warmth to a complicated one, with a hint of unconcealed hostility mixed in.

Zhang Yifan noticed Zhang Yang's gaze.

That look carried a certain targeted scrutiny and hostility.

He was somewhat surprised.

He and Zhang Yang never interacted much in class; their seats were several rows apart. After Zhang Yang left school a year ago to study broadcasting and hosting, they hadn't seen each other at all.

Where does this hostility come from?

Zong Wen failed to notice these subtle undercurrents.

He was relieved to see that the car he hit was Zhang Yang's.

It's easier to talk to someone if you hit a classmate's car than a stranger's; at least you don't have to worry about being extorted.

He stepped forward to greet him, a slightly apologetic smile on his face: "Zhang Yang! I'm really sorry, it's my first day getting my driver's license, and I wasn't paying attention when I was backing up, so I bumped into your car."

Don't worry, I'll cover all the repair costs. I'll use insurance as a cover, and I'll pay whatever amount is due. I absolutely won't let you suffer any losses.

But speaking of which, you've changed so much in the past year! I've never seen you like this in class before..."

He looked Zhang Yang up and down, scrutinizing his flashy trendy clothes and flamboyant red hair, and carefully considered his words.

"So trendy!"

After a brief moment of distraction, Zhang Yang quickly composed himself.

He withdrew his gaze from Zhang Yifan and turned to Zong Wen, suppressing the heartache and anger welling up inside him.

He waved his hand and said in a deliberately magnanimous tone:

"It's nothing, it's just that I bumped into an insurance bar."

I've been wanting to switch to carbon fiber for a while, but I couldn't find an excuse. Now I finally have a reason to do it.

Don't worry about it, we're all classmates, it's nothing serious.

Just as Zong Wen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Yang spoke up again.

He changed his tone, adopting a persuasive one, and said, "But then again, I have to criticize you two."

Your family isn't that well-off. To borrow a Land Rover Defender for a class reunion, how many favors and how much money did you have to spend?

A class reunion is just a chance for everyone to get together, chat, and catch up; there's no need to compare or compete with each other.

"Luckily, it was only my car that got hit today, so I won't hold it against you. But if you had hit someone else's car, I wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it. What would you have done then?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding classmates immediately agreed that it made sense.

Who doesn't know that Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen come from ordinary families?

Zhang Yifan's parents had just opened a small restaurant, and Zong Wen's family was just a working-class family.

The two of them usually wouldn't even buy the most expensive milk tea at school.

Even if Zhang Yifan got the top score in the province and the city and school each awarded him one million, for a total of two million, who would spend half of the prize money on a car?

That's two million, not two hundred dollars.

Several classmates began whispering, "Yeah, even if Zhang Yifan has a two million yuan prize, he wouldn't spend half of it on a car, would he?"

"Maybe it's rented; renting it for a day would only cost a few thousand yuan."

"Who are you trying to impress by renting a Land Rover for your class reunion?"

"Who else could it be shown to? Lin Wanqing, of course."

Someone deliberately lowered their voice when they said this, but Lin Wanqing still heard it.

Standing at the back of the crowd, she heard someone say that Zhang Yifan had rented the car for her, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Is he still hung up on her?

Did he say he wouldn't pursue her anymore, but actually still have feelings for her in his heart?

Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen both frowned upon hearing this.

They could easily tell that Zhang Yang's words were deliberately intended to manipulate public opinion.

Zong Wen, being impatient, couldn't help himself and took a step forward, his voice rising half an octave higher than usual:

"What do you mean rented? This is the car that Brother Fan bought himself!"

What makes you think we rented it?

We hit your car, and we'll pay whatever compensation we owe, but you can't just come here spouting nonsense!

Zhang Yang had been waiting for this very sentence.

He feigned surprise, widening his eyes, and replied in an extremely exaggerated tone:

"You really bought it yourself? This car must have cost close to a million, right?"

"Seriously, Yifan? The school and the city awarded you two million yuan, are you really going to spend half of it on a car?"

He shook his head, his face full of regret.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but your aunt and uncle have it tough too. Why didn't they use the two million to do something better? Why did they have to spend it all on one car?"

It's great that you got first place in the province, but you can't get so cocky!

As soon as he finished speaking, the classmates who had been fawning over him immediately took over and stood back next to Zhang Yang.

A boy wearing glasses clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "Zhang Yifan got first place in the province and now he thinks he's all that. He used to be so low-key, how did he suddenly become like this?"

Someone nearby immediately chimed in, "That's right. He wasn't like this before. He never did these fancy things. Now he just throws around million-dollar luxury cars. What is that if not vanity?"

"His parents run a small restaurant in the market, working from dawn till dusk, it's so hard for them. And him, the first thing he did after getting his bonus was to buy himself a Land Rover."

The person who said this sighed, looking distressed for Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan.

The boy who had previously called Zhang Yifan "a nobody on the street" in the private room was now even more excited.

He stood next to Zhang Yang with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he wanted to stir up trouble. He added in a tone that seemed to want to ignite the fire: "The top scorer in the province, it's normal for him to be a little arrogant, but I've never seen a top scorer in the province this arrogant before."

Lin Wanqing stepped out from the crowd.

She looked at Zhang Yifan and said, "Yifan, I know you bought this car to attract my attention, but this is too extravagant."

Her tone was gentle yet firm, as if she were exposing a little scheme she had long since seen through.

"Listen to me, go and cancel the order. I promise to be with you, and we'll be good to each other from now on."