It Was Him

"I wish I could give him a good beating right now. Why didn't you make a rush at him at that time? If it's tough for you to do that, you should call me. I will overturn the table directly. Screw him!" The more Wu Xiangdai thought about it, the more furious she became.

"Then, we'll have a free bed in the detention center for fifteen days and receive two pairs of silver handcuffs?" Qi Mei said with a smile.

"You're still in the mood to tell a joke?" Wu Xiangdai sighed. "You're really big-hearted. Sometimes, I wonder if you have any emotional disorders. I don't think you like Yin Ziyuan that much. Of course, if you really don't like him, it's a good thing now."

"You're the one with emotional problems." Qi Mei rolled her eyes at Wu Xiangdai. How could she not be angry? When she thought about it now, she still felt bitterly disappointed. It was just that she did not want to punish herself for others' mistakes. She shouldn't give up on herself and go crazy. That would be too disgraceful.

Wu Xiangdai's heart ached even more when she saw Qi Mei's listless look. "Let's look for another handsome man today. Is there any good-looking guy here appealing to you?"

Qi Mei was a little helpless. "I might as well beat Yin Ziyuan up. He cheated on me, so I don't have to be responsible for my own actions?"

"This is different! Perhaps this was not the first time this bastard had cheated on you. It's very likely that such things happened during the two years when he pursued you. Then why can't you be cool for a while?" Wu Xiangdai said as she looked around for handsome men.

Hearing this, Qi Mei felt even more depressed.

"Since he cheated on you, go find a man who outshines him in all aspects. Tell him that if you leave him, you will only have better things." Wu Xiangdai felt even more sorry for Qi Mei.

As they were talking enthusiastically, Wu Xiangdai suddenly lowered her voice. "Look. The second table on the left."

Since Qi Mei's arm was being pulled by Wu Xiangdai crazily, she could only turn her head and followed Wu Xiangdai's gaze in desperation.

A man was leaning against the round table in the bar, his suit jacket folded in half and hung on his arm. He wore a white shirt, and the two buttons at the collar were unfastened. The sleeves of his shirt were half-rolled up, and his forearms were slender and strong. He held his phone with both hands, his fingers quickly tapping on the screen. His entire person exuded an inexplicable sense of abstinence.

He stood in a very clever position, against the light. His face couldn't be seen clearly, but his figure was clean and neat. After a while, his friend seemed to be talking to him. It was very noisy here, so he tilted his head slightly. At this moment, the bar's rotating light swept across the place and landed on his face.

Qi Mei recognized him at this very minute.

So did Wu Xiangdai. "He's Song Bojian!" She was so excited. "Baby, do you still remember Song Bojian? He was the transfer student who dropped out of the Special Class for the Gifted Young in our first year of high school."

This incident was considered a major event that shook the entire school. About one month after school started, someone rushed into the class and said that there was a transfer student to join them. Everyone started discussing.

Their school was a key high school in the city. Those who could get into this school were the top students in their junior high school. But the problem was that it had been a month since the new term began, and a transfer student suddenly showed up. Everyone could not help but guess what kind of a well-connected person the transfer student was, and they somewhat sniffed at this operation.

However, the student who brought the news said mysteriously, "Don't underestimate him. He's brilliant."

Seeing that he was deliberately keeping them in suspense, everyone urged him, "Hurry up and say it. How brilliant is he?"

"That's right. There are plenty of good students in our school. We've seen the top scorers and seniors from Jingda University deliver speeches here. They come every year."

At this moment, Qi Mei was bending over the table, doing the math test paper listlessly. Her mother was a math teacher at this school and was very strict with Qi Mei's grades in mathematics since she was little. Usually, not only did she have to do the homework assigned by her class teacher, but she also had to do the extra ones as instructed by her mother.

Finally, under everyone's gaze, the boy said, "The transfer student dropped out of the Special Class for the Gifted Young."

This sent the entire class into overdrive.

"The Special Class for the Gifted Young? That's amazing."

"A dropout of the Special Class for the Gifted Young? What's there to be surprised about?"

"Come on, that's the Special Class for the Gifted Young. Go there if you can."

"You…"

Qi Mei was upset by the noise. That was her first impression of Song Bojian. But she barely had any contact with him throughout the rest of her time in high school.