At ten o'clock the next day, Jiang Zhihao got on Ma Wanqi's car on time.
As soon as he got in the car, he said, "I have to be back before half past twelve at the latest. I'm really busy."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you can show up, that'll be fine." Ma Wanqi said.
This is not false, she just hopes to appear with Jiang Zhihao in front of those classmates. Although she and Jiang Zhihao have no substantial relationship, in Ma Wanqi's view, she took the initiative to pursue Jiang Zhihao but failed, and now they appear together.
It may make people think too much.
This wonderful misunderstanding is Ma Wanqi's subconscious expectation deep in his heart.
Soon after, the two of them arrived at a five-star hotel and went up to the sixteenth floor. There were already many people in the small banquet hall covering hundreds of square meters.
Every year's class reunions range from dozens of people to more than ten or twenty.
This year there were more people coming, almost thirty people.
Some of them meet frequently, and most of them are developing in other places. It is difficult for a small city like Laining to attract ambitious and ambitious people.
When they saw Ma Wanqi coming in, many people took the initiative to say hello and looked at Jiang Zhihao curiously.
After not seeing each other for ten years, each other's appearance had changed slightly, and Jiang Zhihao's temperament was completely different from when he was in school, so they didn't recognize him for a while.
"Qiqi, is this your boyfriend?" A woman came over and asked.
"No way, that's not the case." Ma Wanqi blushed slightly and introduced, "He is Jiang Zhihao, my classmate in high school, don't you remember?"
The woman was startled, and then said in surprise: "Is it the study committee member? I really didn't recognize it. Didn't I hear that he ran away from home? Why did you..."
Ma Wanqi's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he quickly said: "There's no such thing as running away from home. They just go to other places to develop. Jiang Zhihao, these are our classmates, do you remember?"
Jiang Zhihao glanced at these people, his eyes were calm, but gave people an unspeakable pressure, as if he was meeting his superiors or fathers.
The faces of everyone seemed a little strange to him, but the names of these people were very clear in his mind.
Those people were stimulated by the pressure in Jiang Zhihao's eyes. Some turned their heads to avoid looking, some raised their eyebrows slightly, and some hummed lowly and spoke vague words.
The woman next to her was named Liu Lewen. She didn't have much contact with Jiang Zhihao when she was in school, but like Ma Wanqi, she had a crush on this top student.
Jiang Zhihao now looks more mature and handsome than before, and his faint sense of maturity is becoming more and more attractive.
Liu Lewen couldn't help but ask: "Jiang Zhihao, you haven't seen us for so many years, have you forgotten our names?"
Jiang Zhihao looked at her, smiled lightly, and said: "You are Liu Lewen, you are good at folk dance, and you won the second place in the school competition, right?"
Liu Lewen was very surprised and said: "You actually remember."