Starting from the earliest batch of students they could contact, it was Han Chengchi's turn to speak when it reached his batch.
Han Chengchi, dressed in a black suit, stood on the podium, speaking some blessings for the alma mater with a calm demeanor.
Actually, Gu Lanshan hadn't seen Han Chengchi for the past two years, and this abrupt meeting today brought a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
Although it was winter, today's sunshine was exceptionally bright, warmly shining on the playground, draping Han Chengchi in a golden edge.
Involuntarily, Gu Lanshan thought of many years ago when they were still young. Han Chengchi was two years senior to them, and every Monday during the big break, he would always speak under the national flag.
Back then, Han Chengchi was the dream in the hearts of many girls in school!
