The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 260 - 155 Donate Ten Million! _4

"So... since this is worth it, then ten million isn’t too much at all, right?"

Facing Zhou Wang’s smile, and looking at him who seemed brighter than the morning light, Jiang Qingkui was stunned, her heart pounding violently.

This time, it seemed like he really pulled it off...

Jiang Qingkui might have spaced out for a dozen seconds before suddenly snapping out of it. She didn’t say anything more, avoided Zhou Wang’s gaze, and silently turned to contact Xu Wenqian.

...

Jiang Qingkui went to contact Xu Wenqian to arrange the transfer, while the two academicians followed the principal to visit the school, and Zhou Wang glanced at the still jovial small conference room, losing any desire to stay.

Although there was still some time before the opening ceremony, Old Ji had already sent several messages, so it was time to meet his old high school classmates...

Oh, and the class teacher, Old Guo, whom he almost forgot.

He strolled over to the large lecture hall, which was much livelier compared to the small conference room.

At a glance, there seemed to be at least a couple hundred people, most of whom still had that clear look unique to college students. Someone like Zhou Wang, on the other hand, appeared relatively mature among them.

After all, many students still in college were eager to participate in such activities, while those who had fully graduated and faced the brutalities of society, if they weren’t doing well, generally wouldn’t come...

Besides, there were quite a few current students from Jing City First Middle School, who even during the summer break came to join the fun.

Many of them were accompanied by their parents, presumably to listen to what the alumni had to say as a reference for future college applications.

"Brother Dog!"

Zhou Wang was looking around, and Old Ji was the first to spot him in the crowd, immediately waving and calling him out.

Old Ji’s full name was Ji Zhaohua, and because his father was a top official in a certain city, somehow everyone gradually started calling him "Old Ji."

Even though Zhou Wang hadn’t figured out by high school graduation what the connection was...

But despite coming from such a family, Old Ji was quite lively himself, and somewhat handsome, much more popular with girls in the class than Zhou Wang back in the day.

Just like now, besides two boys, there were actually quite a few girls around Old Ji.

Upon hearing Old Ji’s call, everyone was taken aback when they saw Zhou Wang.

"Is that... Zhou Wang from your class?"

One girl from the neighboring class exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my God, he’s changed so much! If his appearance hadn’t stayed the same, I wouldn’t recognize him at all!"

"Does Class 16 really have such a handsome guy? What was I doing back then, completely unaware..."

Another girl was also a bit smitten.

Among those present, only the girl dressed most stylishly in a miniskirt did not initially draw attention to Zhou Wang’s looks.

The first thing she noticed was the top luxury attire Zhou Wang was wearing...

Hermes Rayures Parasol casual shirt, Versace MEDUSA BIGGIE straight pants, and those co-branded AJ sneakers that cost tens of thousands...

By this time, Zhou Wang had already walked over and hugged Old Ji, who welcomed him with a grin.

"Brother Dog, I knew you had changed when you were in the group chat, but you really have to meet in person to appreciate your charming demeanor!"

Old Ji jokingly remarked.

"Same here, you’ve become more and more handsome!"

Zhou Wang laughed heartily, casually reciprocating the flattery.

"By the way, these are our peers, but you might not know them. Let me introduce you..."

Subsequently, Old Ji began introducing the boys and girls around him to Zhou Wang.

Among these people, only one of the boys used to be in the same class as Zhou Wang, but they weren’t very close.

Now meeting again, given the other’s reserved demeanor... well, they were even less familiar now.

As for the girls from other classes, Zhou Wang barely had any impression of them. Only when Old Ji introduced the stylishly dressed girl with white, slender legs, did Zhou Wang finally have some memory.

"Sun Xining, remember? She was the ’school beauty’ back then. You couldn’t possibly have forgotten, right?"

Hearing Old Ji’s introduction, Zhou Wang remembered.

Mainly, a four-character name naturally stands out in memory, and Sun Xining was not only beautiful but also one of those "treasure girls" who knew how to dress well even in high school. She had been criticized multiple times for dressing too boldly, so Zhou Wang knew her...

There were quite a few boys who would watch her from the corridor every day, and Zhou Wang recalled there were some unsavory rumors about her back then, but he didn’t know if they were true.

Regarding the so-called "school beauty" title, actually, if you insist, no school would publicly judge this. But in the hearts of particular boys, there would always be the one girl who truly lit up their youth...

The admirers each adore their own, but everyone believes the one they adore is the best.

So, these various titles of school beauties at least exist within small circles.

"Hello, Zhou Wang, isn’t it such a pity? We were classmates for three years, and we’re only meeting now."

While Zhou Wang was sifting through his memory, Sun Xining had already smiled and extended her hand, playfully blinking at Zhou Wang.

"Hello, it’s never too late to meet now, is it?"

For Sun Xining’s somewhat ambiguous flirtation, with Zhou Wang’s current level, he felt nothing, merely responding with a slight smile.

After all, although Sun Xining was pretty, her looks didn’t reach 90 points; she was far behind Jiang Qingkui and Jiang Mo...

Hmm?

But seriously, whatever she had applied on her hands was surprisingly slick and incredibly tender, the feel was quite good.

Watching Zhou Wang shake hands with Sun Xining, the other two boys besides Old Ji were secretly envious, as they hadn’t received this treatment earlier...

Looking at her white porcelain-like slender palm, they didn’t dare imagine how delightful it would feel to hold!

After greeting a few people, Old Ji took him to the front of the venue, finding Guo Weiliang, who was instructing some students on audio equipment.

"Mr. Guo!"

Zhou Wang initiated the greeting.

"Zhou Wang, you made it!"

Old Guo looked up, saw Zhou Wang, and came over smiling, sizing him up and exclaiming, "Wow, you’ve changed more than I thought!"

Toward this class teacher, Zhou Wang felt neither affection nor malice.

Maybe once he was upset about the differential treatment at certain moments, especially when Zhou Wang and Yang Hao "got into trouble" together, his handling of the situation was vastly different, but these feelings faded over time.

At least at the moment, Zhou Wang felt quite neutral.

"Mr. Guo, you still look as vibrant as ever!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wang just smiled and said.

"Haha, you’ve matured, now you know how to talk!"

Old Guo patted Zhou Wang on the shoulder, then chuckled as he said, "So, what’s up? I heard from Yang Hao that you’re doing well financially, any plans to contribute to the school?"

"Teacher Guo, you mean..."

"You might not know, but our school has an educational development fund... The principal will probably rally you alumni for donations later."

Old Guo briefly explained, then laughed and said, "I just thought, if you, as my student, could contribute a bit, I’d also share in the glory as the class teacher!"

"Oh, Yang Hao, though he won’t be here, said he’d donate ten thousand!"

Looking at Old Guo’s enthusiastic smile, Zhou Wang once again felt a wave of discomfort.

Alright, screw neutrality, those once nauseating memories surged back to attack Zhou Wang...

Looks like as time passes, some things might change, but some people’s characters remain the same!

At this moment, Zhou Wang understood why Old Guo only contacted a portion of them...

Zhou Wang was just about to say something when his phone rang; it was Jiang Qingkui calling.

"Sorry, Mr. Guo, I have to take this call."

Zhou Wang gestured to Old Guo and stepped aside, not noticing his displeased look.

"Hello, Qingkui..."

"Mr. Zhou, the principal wants to see you."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Qingkui said softly.