That night.
Familiar restaurant, familiar private room.
Lu Chenzhou had booked a large table, and classmates from Second Year Class Two, along with some familiar First and Third Year students, all came. During the banquet, when Lu Chenzhou went to settle the bill, he found that Yuan Zhigang and a few other students were already paying. After some polite exchanges, Lu Chenzhou ended up paying for the meal himself—a bill just shy of ten thousand, not cheap but worth it. He was a lucky man; on the whole, his high school classmates were very kind and could be called friends.
He raised a toast with tea to all his friends:
"Thank you all for your help over the past year. I hope everyone gets into the Martial Arts University of their dreams. Let's meet victoriously at Dragon City Martial Arts University!"
"Yes, it's just a temporary farewell for a year and a half."
Liu Huan, who had finished dealing with family affairs, also said with a smile:
