Jiang Nian's mouth twitched, "Is this damn thing my fault too? There weren't many girls planning to attend anyway."
"Nonsense, there'd be even fewer with you there."
Jiang Nian: "...."
Despite what was said, the next day, a few of them gathered again. This time there were more people, including some girls.
The class still had some camaraderie, talking about high school experiences and complaining about each other's universities.
By the middle of sophomore year, everyone's demeanor was more mature. The awkwardness had faded, and one girl even wore makeup.
Jiang Nian popped by, bragged a bit, and then left.
Later, he went to find Old Liu.
"On such a festive day, what are you doing here?" Old Liu said, but still opened the door for him.
"Teacher, that's not right for you to say." Jiang Nian carried a gift with a cheerful face.
"Where's your wife?"
Old Liu leaned on the sofa, "She went out to visit relatives. I drank yesterday, so I'm not going."
"What are you here for?"
