The dinner gathering dispersed.
Dong Qingfeng found a tea room on the second floor facing the street.
He played Go with Meng Zi Yun, sipping tea, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Dong Qingfeng reminisced about the lunch gathering; it was genuinely delightful. When it came to interacting with girls, no one could surpass him.
The only regret might be that Yang Sheng didn't come.
He glanced around with a sword drawn and felt lost, 'In this world, who can match me?'
"Dong Qingfeng, are you planning to sign up for the New Year's program? The initial selection should be soon," Meng Zi Yun asked, thinking Dong Qingfeng must be very competent.
Dong Qingfeng recalled last year's New Year party in the class, with all sorts of demons dancing around. After careful consideration, he said:
"Forget it, I'd better not embarrass myself."
Meng Zi Yun thought he was being modest, and said, "Not going? It's a school-wide event."
