Taking a look at Emma's demeanor.
In an instant, Jason Hart was reminded of the classmate he secretly admired back in the day.
Ah, the good old days of youth.
How wonderful.
Following Emma as she walked into the classroom, she attracted quite a bit of attention. When she turned around and saw Jason Hart, she was momentarily flustered, hastily saying, "Are you out of your mind again? You're in the next class, what are you doing here!"
"...Is it? Just checking out the young lady."
Jason Hart awkwardly smiled.
Many memories were a bit fuzzy, and he thought he was in the same class as Emma. After he left, Emma's friends immediately started teasing her, asking, "What's going on? What's going on? Jason, young master, did he bewitch you!?"
Emma decisively refuted, "Absolutely not, probably just a bit confused due to being sick."
Although she said that, Emma naturally reminisced about when she was thirteen.
At that time, Jason Hart had just returned from England, and after watching a certain movie together, they tried to imitate the kissing scenes in the plot, sneaking in some attempts in the room.
Even before that, when they were younger, Jason Hart had managed to trick her, taking her first kiss in a somewhat bewildering manner with a goldfish.
Thinking about these moments, Emma's face instantly turned red, feeling an inexplicable worry about Jason Hart being upset due to his family's investment losses.
But upon further thought...
That carefree playboy, how could he possibly care about family business?
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Surrounded by numerous business associates, there were quite a few people relying on their fathers, just like Liam whom he encountered earlier. Jason Hart also had a group of followers, recently influenced by Hong Kong movies, aspiring to become big shots.
Thinking about it made him cover his face, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. It was too naive.
Each class had only fifteen students, seats not arranged closely together, with pure wooden desks in a deep brown color, quite spacious, justifying the annual tuition of two hundred thousand gambling city dollars.
When he saw a photo of the triad on a desk at the back of the classroom, Jason Hart immediately thought it was his spot. However, upon flipping through the textbook, he found the name "Liam" written on it.
Well, they all wanted to claim the title of "big brother," and a bit of resentment was inevitable. No wonder that idiot threw stones at him when he fell into the well.
There was another desk nearby, and Jason Hart finally found his seat.
As he just sat down, with a few minutes left before class, two classmates, one tall and one short, came over.
The tall one was about six feet tall, with a lanky frame.
He was called Adrian, and his parents ran an accounting firm, specializing in financial work for others. They had a substantial business and even opened a branch in Hong Kong.
Adrian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," was currently lowering his voice, grinning and saying, "Jason, did you have a good time last night? The two girls selling alcohol, they said just last month that they didn't like people our age. Yet, after being showered with money, they were captivated by you for just over twenty thousand."
This time, Jason Hart finally understood that the two girls from last night, spreading their charms, were selling drinks at the bar.
Next to him, a shorter but well-built guy named Nathan, also known as "Bucktooth," with slightly protruding teeth and braces, laughed and said, "I drank too much last night, collapsed next to the toilet, or else I could have had a great time in bed, directly taken to the hotel my family runs."
Truly a bunch of close friends.
In the prime of their youth, filled with impulsive thoughts, their minds were consumed by those kinds of matters.
Rubbing his forehead, Jason Hart wanted to say that he was no longer the person he used to be, yet he also wanted to broaden his horizons, disdain the decadent and luxurious nightlife of the second generation, and hesitated to completely sever ties with these "youngsters."
Moreover, when he was a supervisor, he was often dragged to KTV for socializing. He had seen a bit of the nightlife, so he wasn't exactly a saint.
As long as the bottom line was flexible enough, it was difficult to touch the bottom line of being a person.
So he simply said, "Forget about it. Last night at the hotel, I was caught by my dad, threatened that my allowance would be cut off, and I have to behave from now on."
"...Caught in the act?"
"Can you talk properly?"
Helpless, Bucktooth added, "Something like that."
These two guys immediately got excited, as if they were injected with chicken blood, shouting and screaming. It wasn't clear what exactly excited them.
Adrian, Jason's buddy, raised his thumb in amazement, "Truly worthy of being Jason, in such a situation and still able to walk away unscathed. If my dad caught me, he would hang me up and beat me."
Bucktooth immediately countered with a sarcastic remark, "Bamboo Pole, stop talking nonsense. Last time when we went to the Imperial Court for flower wine, your dad found someone to accompany us, and he pretended not to see us at all, even paying our bill. On the night itself, he gave me fifty thousand pocket money."
Bamboo Pole immediately retorted, "Bucktooth, your dad's lighter still has an advertisement for a cabaret, clearly indicating that he's been there. We're in a truce; neither of us is a good person, so let's not talk about each other."
Jason Hart listened with relish.
He had long heard that the atmosphere in the gambling city of Hong Kong was open-minded, especially in the 1990s. Seeing it for himself, it truly lived up to its reputation.
For this, he only felt that the days ahead were full of promise.
It would be best if he could inherit his father's business, take a few mistresses, and continue this traditional atmosphere that had been passed down through the generations in both places. To Jason Hart, it was something to be proud of.
The English teacher entered the classroom, pressing against the bell signaling the start of class.
With slightly curled long hair, big eyes, red lips, and a tight black mini skirt paired with red high heels, she was both fashionable and charming, exuding a welcoming smile.
Jason Hart remembered the saying at school, "One 'big,' four 'beauties,'" referring to the beautiful teacher named Linda who was associated with the term "big."
The term "big" didn't seem to refer to her age; rather, it highlighted her well-defined S-shaped curves. Paired with a tight black mini skirt, it was hard not to be captivated.
She had only joined the school as a teacher at the beginning of this year, having earned her master's degree at the young age of twenty-one.
Her teaching style was unique, and her personality was very affable.
As for the "four beauties," it referred to the school having four campus beauties, with Emma being one of them. Su Yehao couldn't recall the appearances of the other three, but judging from the looks of Jiang Yu and Linda, the old "him," despite being quite promiscuous, had a good taste. The two girls selling alcohol last night were also quite attractive.