Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

Compared to Sun Jiajun's father's loss of composure at the teacher appreciation banquet.

At Lin Zhao's teacher appreciation banquet, Teacher Lin's performance was dignified, composed, and quite perfect.

It was already late August.

As summer vacation draws to a close, the frenzied season of thanking teachers has finally come to an end, and the teachers who have warmed hearts throughout the four seasons can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Zhao's thank-you banquet for her teachers was held quite late.

The reasons are, of course, multiple.

Firstly, Lin Zhao's head was always wrapped in gauze, which was not a good look for a prospective college student to appear in, so the original time was kept being postponed.

Secondly, Lin Haidong is currently teaching a second-year high school class, which is about to enter the third year of high school, and it is a new sprint period with very intense study tasks.

The whole world is on summer vacation.

However, the second-year high school students are not eligible, and the make-up classes will continue until mid-August, leaving them with less than two weeks of vacation before they have to return to school.

Therefore, Lin Zhao's thank-you banquet for her teachers was scheduled for late August.

at the banquet.

Teacher Lin wasn't as aloof and rigid as usual, but she wasn't particularly enthusiastic either.

He remained calm and composed throughout.

Not only were the parents' speeches cancelled, but they didn't even drink more than two glasses of wine, and finished toasting all twelve tables with a single cup of light-flavored liquor.

Sun Jiajun shook his head, saying, "Your dad... I suggest you get a paternity test done. You're definitely not his biological child!"

Lin Zhao smiled and told him to go die!

Since Teacher Lin wouldn't drink, relatives and friends naturally turned their attention to Lin Zhao, who downed three two-liter bottles of cola.

The bladder is under great strain, with frequent urination, urgency, and incomplete emptying of the bladder.

When he returned from the restroom for the third time, he was called back in the lobby.

"Hey, classmate~"

Lin Zhao turned around and met a boy she had never seen before, who looked to be about the same age as her.

"You called me?"

"Yes, you're Mr. Lin Haidong's son, right?" the boy asked with a grin.

Lin Zhao remained habitually wary: "Who are you?"

The boy burst into laughter: "I'm a student in Teacher Lin's class. I happened to be having drinks in the next room when I saw Teacher Lin's name on the sign, so I came over to say hello..."

Lin Zhao raised an eyebrow, and only then did he lower his guard.

"Oh, oh, shall we go in for a couple of drinks?"

"No, no..."

The boy's hands were blurry from making a double image, and he looked terrified. "Before the holiday, our teacher told us to study hard at home. If he finds out I went out drinking, he'll roll his eyes at me like crazy!!"

He stuck out his tongue as he spoke.

Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh. He had always known his father was serious, but he never expected that compared to his students, he was actually quite gentle with his son.

"How did you know Lin Haidong is my father?" Lin Zhao asked, remembering the question.

"On your head..."

The boy pointed.

Lin Zhao touched the gauze on her head and suddenly realized what had happened.

Although the stitches and bandages have been removed, the wound has not fully healed; a smaller gauze pad has simply been applied.

It's quite obvious at first glance.

Lin Zhao realized something and asked, "Did my dad mention my injury?"

Unexpectedly, the boy waved his hand.

"No, I never said that!"

"How did you know that?"

"this……"

The boy scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed and ashamed.

Lin Zhao frowned; her intuition told her—there was more to the story!

……

More than a dozen classmates attended the teacher appreciation banquet.

The last class reunion was canceled because Lin Zhao was in a car accident, and we haven't had another one since.

With the start of the new school term just around the corner, if we don't get together now, we'll never be able to get together again.

The students all expressed their regret when they talked about it.

Fueled by alcohol, class monitor Liu Peng slammed his fist on the table and set the party time for that very evening, telling his classmates to call as many people as they could.

So it was 5 p.m.

Two-thirds of the class gathered at the KTV, in room 8308.

Liu Peng's rendition of "I Will Love You Till I Die" was so powerful it sounded like he'd eaten two pounds of toads, immediately setting the mood for a climax.

Lin Zhao sat at the karaoke machine in the corner.

His eyes were calm, and he remained silent.

As the biggest dark horse in the whole school, Sun Jiajun was bound to be teased by the girls after his appearance, and he sang a song called "Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven".

After howling for a while, he was finally able to escape.

He came over carrying two bottles of beer and stepped on Lin Zhao's Air Force One.

"Oh dear~ What's wrong? You didn't drink at noon, so why have you been so listless all afternoon?"

He handed the bottle over.

Lin Zhao took it, smacked his lips twice, and was about to speak when he noticed the shoe print on the white shoe.

"Are you fucking crazy? You stepped on my foot!"

"Hmph~"

Sun Jiajun sat down arrogantly, then bumped into him again, "What's wrong with you? Did you break up with your boyfriend?"

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes.

Just as I was about to explain, the familiar prelude suddenly resounded throughout the entire venue.

"You should have rejected me a long time ago..."

Hu Yubo stood in front of the screen wearing an ill-fitting suit, his shrill voice echoing throughout the private room, sounding like he had just eaten eighteen dead children.

The students felt nauseous, but they had to force themselves to endure it.

The main problem is that if you spit something on the ground, you still have to pay compensation.

After finally getting through one song, Sun Jiajun quickly switched to another.

"Well, I'd like to take this opportunity to do something I've been thinking about for a long time."

Hu Yubo held onto the microphone tightly, then suddenly brought in a bouquet of bright red roses from outside, instantly igniting a frenzy among the audience.

Following his gaze, everyone looked at An Meng.

An Meng did not attend Lin Zhao's teacher appreciation banquet. She was in a private room at the moment, having been hailed there by her classmates half an hour earlier.

Although she called out in a hurry, she was still wearing a light blue floral dress and sitting in the center of the sofa, looking fresh and beautiful.

Faced with Hu Yubo's actions, she feigned panic with a bewildered expression, but her shy gaze suddenly turned to Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao: "?"

Hu Yubo walked closer to An Meng, a roguish expression on his face. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he also glanced at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao: "??"

He was completely devastated.

No, you guys can do your thing, why are you all looking at me? Am I part of your play too?

Running away wasn't an option, so I could only grit my teeth and endure it.

Hu Yubo's confession resounded throughout the private room.

Like An Meng, he enjoys the feeling of being in the limelight.

The students started making a fuss.

The enthusiastic atmosphere enveloped An Meng under the spotlight, her fair face blushing with shyness, but her eyes once again glanced at Lin Zhao in the corner.

Lin Zhao didn't even look at her.

Rarely, there was no ear-piercing noise and no one was fighting over the fruit platter, so he quickly seized the opportunity to make a large watermelon.

A fleeting, barely perceptible hint of resentment flashed in An Meng's bright, delicate eyes, which were as lively and timid as a fawn's.

After the students chanted "Say yes" for the tenth time.

Finally, with an expression that looked like she was about to cry, she mustered up her courage and said, "Hu Yubo... you are a very outstanding person, but my parents don't allow me to date during college... so, I'm sorry..."

Lin Zhao had just finished eating her third watermelon when she heard this answer and laughed.

Old An and his wife have had it tough too, carrying such a huge burden of blame!

The students were extremely disappointed.

Hu Yubo's face was a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment, but he still forced a smile and uttered some sour words like "I like you, but it has nothing to do with you."

Then, amidst the cheers of their classmates, the two shared a friendly hug, making the scene extremely grand and enthusiastic.

Lin Zhaozhen couldn't hold back.

For some reason, I was reminded of a short video I saw before about South Korean high school students breaking up. The girl was screaming hysterically, and the boy was kneeling on the ground, crying uncontrollably...

It seems that this generation of young people all have "idol drama plots".

It's forced romance where there's no love, and forced emotional manipulation where there's no feeling!

Lin Zhao couldn't take it anymore, so she slipped out of the private room and went to the toilet to turn on the valve.