However, Ye Qingfeng's obliviousness drew disdainful looks from the crowd of men and women, both junior and senior students alike.
"By the way, senior, I don't know your name yet! Which batch are you from?"
Yun Xiaolan couldn't help but ask.
"Feng Qingye, from three years ago!"
Ye Qingfeng replied.
He reversed his own name.
"Senior, your name is so unique!" Yun Xiaolan couldn't help but chuckle, "Ah! Three years ago, that batch produced a lot of amazing people!"
Then, Yun Xiaolan covered her mouth in astonishment.
"Comparing ourselves to others can be frustrating! You know, Senior Xiao Yang and Senior Gu Bai donated a million to the school for this anniversary, and they all arrived in luxury cars."
Zhou Yun turned her nose up, seemingly with some disdain.
For someone like Ye Qingfeng, who dressed so poorly and came on foot.
She immediately assumed he was here to cling to his once-famous classmates.
