The train departs at eleven, and there are no seats available in the waiting hall; groups of tourists gather in pairs and threes, waiting for their train.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged uncle with a well-proportioned face, dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, rushed over to greet Mr. Song with two young lads in tow.
"Mr. Song, you brought two students with you too."
"Oh, Zhao, what a coincidence. The girl is my student, and the boy is her boyfriend."
"What? Boyfriend? Your school allows students to date?" Mr. Zhao couldn't believe it.
Mr. Song replied, "They've been together for a while; we can't just break them up because they're in school, can we?" It's better that Li Qiao's boyfriend is with her; as a big guy, it's not very convenient for me to look after a young girl. "Your school's students are quite good, eh? You recruited two."
"Not as good as you, though. You took first place, so the competition this time shouldn't be a problem either."