At eleven fifty in the morning, Hao Yunyang, who had been sitting in the reception room for half an hour, finally saw four or five young girls walking from the intersection diagonally opposite the reception room, chatting and laughing as they approached, with Hao Zhenzhen among them.
“Zhenzhen, is your big wooden guy graduating next year or preparing for graduate school?” A girl wearing a pink shirt and light gray jeans, holding a stack of books, asked Hao Zhenzhen with a smile.
“Probably preparing for graduate school,” Hao Zhenzhen, whose relationship was confirmed, did not feel uncomfortable with the girl’s reference to Gu Shaohua and replied with a smile: “Preferably a direct master’s and doctoral program.”
“That’s right,” another girl in a light purple dress said thoughtfully: “With you, Zhenzhen, a direct master’s and doctoral program is possible!”
“This wooden guy even gave me an IOU,” the girl in the purple dress seemed to have touched a sore spot for Hao Zhenzhen, who pouted angrily: “He said if I support his master’s and doctoral program, he’ll pay me back when he starts working!”
“This kind of boy is reliable,” the third girl smiled: “Not like Xiang Zi. He borrowed two hundred yuan from me for living expenses the other day.”
“Stop showing off, everyone knows you and Xiang Zi are a good-looking couple,” the other two girls laughed and teased.
“Huh, Zhenzhen. What’s wrong?” After a round of playful banter and clear laughter, the three girls walked a few steps before noticing Hao Zhenzhen had fallen behind. Turning back, they saw her standing two meters away, holding her textbooks, biting her lip with teary eyes.
The three girls looked at each other, unable to understand the situation. Just as they were about to walk back and ask what was wrong, the textbooks in Hao Zhenzhen’s hands slipped to the ground. Joyful tears rolled from her eyes: “Brother!”
Her call drew the attention of many students. Following her gaze, they saw Hao Yunyang smiling outside the dormitory reception room, with two men in suits and sunglasses behind him.
“How have you been this past year?” Hao Zhenzhen threw herself into Hao Yunyang’s arms. The many words Hao Yunyang had prepared were reduced to an ordinary sentence.
