Ye Shaohua retrieved this person from her memory.
Her childhood friend, Lu Yanwen.
They had been very close, both started as top students in the key class, and during the summer of their first year of high school, he had gone to a math competition and even promised to bring a gift back for her.
But unexpectedly, she never returned.
"That's great," he said, grinning broadly, his smile as warm as the sun, "Are you going to join Mr. Zhou in class two? Then you'll be next to me—where have you been all this past year?"
It seemed that he must have been very close to the original host.
Ye Shaohua looked up and replied with a few words.
Lu Yanwen suddenly realized that the current Ye Shaohua was entirely different from before; the old Ye Shaohua always carried an air of arrogance, but her face was undeniably beautiful, being the school belle from primary school to high school.
