Super Zoo-Chapter 625 - 620 Just Like the Years When We Were Young Students

College classmates came from all over the country, each with different backgrounds and personalities. Our dorm room housed six people, and over the four years at college, despite various minor frictions, Yang Tao, whether intentionally or not, managed to maintain harmony. We brought our rare fate and friendship to a harmonious close at graduation. Suming spent a rather unforgettable four years in dorm 303.

Back then, not only was Yang Tao the true class leader and big brother in everyone's heart, but he was also the boss of dorm 303.

After graduation, Suming and Wang Hao always stuck together, almost inseparable as if they were a couple. The rest of us used to stay in touch fairly often for a few months, but as everyone started their own jobs and began the transition from student to society employee, we became busier with our work and the communication gradually lessened.

Yang Tao initiated the idea of a class reunion, and many in the group responded. Most of the locals from Yangchuan City were willing to come, and even several from other places rushed back. Those who really couldn't make it expressed their regret.

Looking at the preliminary list, remarkably, more than twenty people were attending, nearly half the class. That's quite a turnout, and with family members included, we could nearly form another class.

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Outside the Golden Eagle Plaza on the pedestrian street.

Suming and Wang Hao sat side by side on a bench, each with a cigarette in hand, leaning against the bench. People bustled in front of them, and diagonally opposite was the Golden Eagle Entrance.

"Women are such a hassle, buying new clothes just for a meet-up," Wang Hao, who was plump and particularly fond of squatting, had only sat for a few minutes before squatting on the bench like a big macaque, flicking away his cigarette ash and saying, "If you ask me, with their looks, even if they wore pajamas, they'd still dazzle those guys in our class for half the night. Besides, none of them seem to be doing better than us, right? It's already this late and they still haven't finished shopping. Su, don't you think women are just born with a streak of vanity? They love the feeling of being the center of attention."

Seeing Wang Hao squatting on the bench, Suming was about to reproach him for dirtying the seats, but thinking better of it, he remained silent. Mr. Wang had always been this kind of person, and in his job, he was a big shot; always having to act dignified must have been stifling for him. It was good to let him relax now that there were no strangers around.

Suming looked at his watch; it was four in the afternoon. The four of them had had lunch and then went shopping for clothes. Nangong Yan and Peng Xue had been inside for more than three hours. Suming knew Nangong Yan too well; when she shopped, she always bought complete sets—clothes, shoes, cosmetics, and likely even a few pieces of matching jewelry.

"This time, I think you've wronged the two of them," Suming said with a smile, "It's not their classmates they're dressing up for. Vanity doesn't work that way. They want to look pretty for our classmates because it reflects well on you."

"Out of the six in our dorm, five showed up, with only He Hui missing. Do you know what he's up to now?" Wang Hao asked, bringing up an old classmate.

"I have no idea. People don't really like him, and he didn't hang out with us much either," Suming shook his head.

"It's better he didn't come; I never liked that guy back in the day." Wang Hao crushed his cigarette butt, tossed it into a bin, and with a nod towards the Golden Eagle, said, "The two princesses are coming out!"

Following the direction Wang Hao nodded, Nangong Yan and Peng Xue walked out of the Golden Eagle Entrance, arm in arm, each carrying bags in their other hand, chatting and laughing as they strolled out. Nangong wore tight hot pants that were downright scandalous, in full accordance with Suming's 'short, tight, and sheer' vulgar aesthetic, dazzlingly eye-catching. Peng Xue, on the other hand, wore an elegant long dress. The two young beauties, with distinct styles, giggled their way towards them, attracting plenty of attention along the way.

"A princess is a princess, there's no old or young about it. Once a princess gets old, she becomes a queen," Suming chuckled, "Let's go, time to head out."

"What if the prince hasn't ascended to the throne? Isn't she still a princess?" Wang Hao suddenly asked, seriously.

"You know what..." Suming was both amused and exasperated by him. Ignoring his nonsense, Suming strode over, took the bags from Nangong's hands, and took her other hand from Peng Xue, "Let's get in the car, my princess."

The four of them reformed into two pairs, two unremarkable young men accompanied by two beautiful girls, turning heads as they crossed the streets toward the parking lot. Along the way, they undoubtedly sparked envy, jealousy, and many silent protests of 'good cabbages being hogged by pigs.'

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'He Yan Tower' comfortably ranked within the top five restaurants in Yangchuan City, known for its high standards. It was surrounded by many large enterprises in Yangchuan City and was always bustling.

Class leader Yang Tao had reserved a private room on the fourth floor. The room was quite spacious, resembling a small banquet hall, with enough space for three large tables set in a T-shape. It included a small bar and a podium with karaoke, making it perfect for hosting gatherings. It was also a popular venue for small company annual meetings.

Yang Tao arrived at half-past three in the afternoon, entered the private room ahead of the others, led by a server. Inside, some had already arrived.

A pretty girl was seated on a sofa, her head down as she played with her phone. Next to her, a tall man sat casually on the sofa's armrest, leaning in to look at the phone, his face nearly touching the girl's. They seemed quite intimate.

Upon seeing Yang Tao, they quickly parted. The woman appeared a bit embarrassed, while the man acted as if nothing had happened; he came over and gave Yang Tao an enthusiastic hug, exclaiming, "Old Yang!"