Chapter 8.1

Recently, weird things have been happening in increasing frequency. First, Yu Haiqiao went to privately meet with his ex-girlfriend during work, and then a junior high school classmate added me to WeChat to share things I didn’t know about. This morning, after I finished interviewing someone, I noticed a friend request on my WeChat. At first, I thought it was something related to work. After I added the person, they quickly sent me a message, it read, “I’m Xiao Chen, do you still remember me?”

This was certainly an odd matter that needed to be contemplated.

Xiao Chen was the person I mentioned before, studying music when I was in university. Yu Haiqiao told me that he saw this guy with a girl who was 1.55 meters tall in his arms, walking happily towards a hotel, so I had blacklisted his phone number, WeChat and all other contact methods, so as to never get in touch with him again. Now that he had suddenly appeared and contacted me after 8-9 years, I knew that something was up.

Moreover, this person was somewhat regarded as a 19th tier small celebrity. It seemed as if he had also participated in singing shows, but he was probably one of the contestants who got eliminated in the first few rounds. At the very least, he could be looked up on the internet. I had only learnt about his becoming a celebrity from Yu Haiqiao. At that time, we were both at home watching some boring variety show when the advertisements came on and Yu Haiqiao pointed at the TV, saying, “Shi Ran, this guy looks a little familiar.” I stared at the person in the commercial in deep ponder for a long time before I realized this person ws Chen Xiao. I felt like he had undergone a bit of plastic surgery and for some reason, he also looked a bit taller. I then told Yu Haiqiao his name in an unsure tone.

Yu Haiqiao still pretended to put on a confused face at first, turning to look at me, “Who?”

I thought he hadn’t heard me clearly, and repeated the person’s name again, “Xiao Chen.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying strongly to recall.

I added, “Didn’t I tell you about someone who studied music when I was in university…”

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Cough, Yang Xiongwei asked me on WeChat if I had decided to participate in the class reunion, how much was needed to pay for the class reunion, how much the subsidies were to be used for group activities, and also asked me if I were in contact with any more of our junior high school classmates. For example, Yu Haiqiao—my particularly ‘good friend’ in junior high school.

Who was also coincidentally the same person who told the guy who had a crush on me that I was a girl with stinky feet.

I gave Yang Xiongwei a small smile, and then told him with great pain——“Yu Haiqiao is dead.”

There was a long silence before he sent me an “Ah”, and I continued to say——”I forgot to tell you yesterday. Your new name sounds so good that hearing it makes people think of a bright future.”

Yao XiongWei: “Why do I feel like you’re mocking me.”

I sincerely returned eight words and two punctuation marks——How could that be, there’s no such thing.

Then I quickly added, “I’m working right now. I should be able to participate in the class reunion.”

After a while, I became curious again, “But why are you the one organizing the class reunion?”

If my memory serves me correctly, this guy didn’t look like he was passionate about studying in junior high. If the gathering was organized by Yu Haiqiao, I could still see it because the b!tch’s grades back then were really good, receiving all the teacher’s praise. Even though he was a lazy ass in reality, the possibility of him organizing a reunion extremely low, not even joining any groups, but having the responsibility fall on the Yang Wei who had caused incessant headaches for our class teacher back then, was unimaginable no matter how I think of it.

In the end, this Yang Wei…cough, Yang Xiongwei sent me a shy emoji, and then said——”I organized it with my wife.”

“?” I aloofly replied with a question mark.

Then he told me that his wife was the class monitor of our class. I remembered that the class monitor in junior high was a thin and small girl who wore glasses. Although she was less than 1.6 meters tall, the aura she gave made her seem like she was 1.8 meters tall. When she sent glares to troublemaking students like Yang Wei, they would often turn into pitiful and helpless beings like quails. I let out a “Wow” and expressed my congratulations.

Yang Wei sheepishly thanked me for my greetings, and started to inquire about my marital status.

I told him solemnly and painfully, “I’m widowed.”

Silence prevailed for a long time before he silently sent two words, “My condolences.”

I replied, “You’re too polite. The happiest thing that has happened to me so far in my thirty years of life is my husband dying so I can obtain his inheritance.”

Yang Wei did not speak for a long time, and only gave a dry laugh, responding. “I’m going off, bye bye.”

I politely returned it with a small smile, “Bye bye.”

Because I muted most of the insignificant group chats, I didn’t see hundreds of messages in the junior high gathering group chat until I clicked on WeChat when I was feeling bored at lunch, and I took a look inside.

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