Although there were no QR code payments in this era, WeChat transfers were possible.
Ten minutes later, Ye Chen, Li Sitong, and Xia Yingluo brought a large pile of Tickets to exchange for plushies.
After Ye Chen's mass acquisition, no one had more Tickets than him.
Several staff members took ten minutes to process all the Tickets.
Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo were very happy holding two bear plushie.
These were their spoils from the entire evening.
Previously, Xia Yingluo would have definitely stopped Ye Chen from spending money like this.
But today was different; it was the final carnival of their High School years.
Moreover, their Hot Pot Restaurant was now very profitable; five thousand yuan was just pocket change to them.
In the past, they were reluctant to spend money because they didn't have any.
When you have the financial means, why not enjoy it?
The three of them hailed a taxi.
Ye Chen sent Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo back to their respective homes.
Just as he got home, Ye Chen received WeChat messages from both Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo.
Li Sitong: "Thank you for the bear plushie, I'm so happy today."
Xia Yingluo: "Ye Chen, thank you for spending such a happy graduation carnival night with me. I really love the bear plushie."
Ye Chen smiled and replied to both girls' messages.
Time passed day by day.
The countdown numbers decreased every day.
During this time, business at the Hot Pot Restaurant got better and better.
And their High School life was also coming to an end.
Today was the final evening self-study session.
The bell for the evening session rang, and Wang Chao walked up to the podium.
He turned his head and saw a leave request written on the blackboard.
Instantly, Old Wang was stunned.
When he saw the contents of the leave request, Old Wang's eyes welled up with tears.
Dear Teacher Wang:
The students of Class 5, Grade 12 are requesting leave from you due to graduation. The duration is forever, as we can no longer remain by your side. We hope you take good care of yourself.
We hope for your approval.
Applicants: All students of Class 5, Grade 12.
Signature:
Ye Chen began to play the Guitar.
A piece of beautiful music sounded.
The students in the class began to sing together.
"At the beginning of the beginning, we were all children; at the very end, we long to become angels. The nursery rhymes hide the shadows of fairy tales; where should the children fly to..."
Old Wang, a man in his forties, couldn't hold back his tears as they began to fall.
Usually, Old Wang always looked fierce, but the students all knew that he truly loved them.
Now that they were about to part, everyone found themselves missing that fierce Old Wang.
Reluctance was written on everyone's faces.
"You kids, you're about to graduate and you still have to make me cry, don't you!"
Teacher Wang took out a tissue, wiped his tears, and picked up a piece of chalk.
Though he was reluctant, he still signed his name.
Watching this scene, many students teared up.
Because they all understood that at this moment, their High School days and their youth of struggle had come to an end.
Old Wang regained his composure, and a long-awaited smile finally appeared on his face.
Although he didn't look very cute when he smiled.
"In the past, I was always the one lecturing you. Today, I want to hear you speak."
"Speak about what?"
The students asked in confusion.
After all, since they were about to graduate, the students weren't as constrained around Old Wang as they had been before.
"Talk about your future, talk about the life you long for after graduation. To put it simply, talk about your dreams."
Dreams!
It was a very cliché topic.
But on this unforgettable night, the faces of these Senior Year of High School students all showed a look of reflection.
"Teacher Wang, why don't you be the first to tell us?" Ye Chen said with a smile from below the stage.
Old Wang glared at Ye Chen.
This brat was always thinking of ways to dig a pit for him.
"What dreams could I have? I'm almost fifty, what dreams are left?"
Old Wang's words made the whole class burst into laughter.
"Then tell us about your dream when you were our age!"
"When I was your age?"
Old Wang scratched his head, his usually fierce face turning a bit red.
"My former dream was to be a good teacher. At the very least, when my students graduate, they would think of me and feel that I was a good teacher..."
As Old Wang spoke, his face grew redder and his voice grew softer.
In their three years of High School, this was the first time the students had seen Old Wang look so shy.
"Old Wang, you are the best teacher in our hearts."
A student stood up and said earnestly.
Hearing those words, Old Wang's eyes widened: "What did you just call me?"
"Old Wang, you are the best teacher in our hearts."
"Old Wang, you are the best teacher in our hearts."
...The whole class began to shout together.
Old Wang's eyes welled up once again.
He pulled out another tissue, wiped his eyes, and cursed under his breath.
"You little rascals, you're deliberately trying to trick me into crying today, aren't you!"
...After Old Wang spoke first, the atmosphere in the class became lively.
Other students also began to talk about their dreams.
A boy stood up: "My dream is to become an engineer, so that the buildings I design can become city landmarks."
A usually shy girl said: "My dream is to be a broadcaster."
"My dream is..."
Students stood up one by one, speaking of their dreams.
A girl stood up at this point: "My dream is to be with the one I love, to grow old together and hold hands for a lifetime."
Although this dream was ordinary, it was very real.
However, the girl didn't sit down but added another sentence: "The person in my dream is just like Ye Chen."
The whole class immediately burst into laughter.
It turned out this girl had a secret crush on Ye Chen.
At this moment, the girl looked at Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen, can you tell me what your dream is?"
At this time, the eyes of the whole class were on Ye Chen.
Ye Chen smiled: "I'll save my dream for the end. Let's have Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo tell us theirs first."
Li Sitong stood up first, hesitating for a moment: "My dream is very simple, just to be with one person."
Even though the students clearly knew that the person Li Sitong was talking about was Ye Chen, they couldn't help but start jeering.
"Li Sitong, who is that person?"
"Yeah, tell us so we can hear it."
Li Sitong's pretty face turned slightly red.
"I'm not telling you, I'll let you keep wondering."
Saying that, Li Sitong sat back down, her eyes looking at Ye Chen with tenderness.
It was Xia Yingluo's turn.
Xia Yingluo thought for a moment and said: "I... no longer have a dream."
"No more dreams?" Everyone was stunned.
"You're kidding, right? How could you not have a dream?"
Xia Yingluo's answer was hard for the students to accept.
How could a person not have a dream?
Xia Yingluo's face flushed as she continued: "Because my dream... is already here."
Her voice was very soft, but the whole class understood instantly.
Everyone instinctively looked at Ye Chen.
Xia Yingluo's beautiful eyes also looked at Ye Chen tenderly, as if to say:
"My dream is you!"