"Murong Da Meinv, I've missed you so much! Do you still remember me? I'm Little Fatty! You're really something else. You haven't attended a single class reunion since we graduated five years ago. We'd almost forgotten what you look like!"
Just then, a group of six or seven smartly dressed young people in their twenties gathered around. One of them, a rather short and chubby man, was shouting in an exaggerated and excited manner.
"Out of the way! Shanshan is our school's belle, not some mere 'class beauty.' Can't you even talk right?" Another man, who was tall and brawny but also a bit chubby, shoved the first one aside and squeezed his way to the front. He exclaimed dramatically to Murong Shan, "School Belle! Shanshan, do you remember me? I'm Fatty, the one who sat behind you for all four years of university!"
As he spoke, he even spread his arms wide for a hug.
