C2 Talent

Mingdu Hotel is a luxurious five-star establishment located in the eastern district of Beishan City.

Yang Zhichao might have been aiming to flaunt his wealth or perhaps he was eager to impress Lin Xiaoxiao. In selecting the venue, he opted for one of the most upscale hotels available.

Su Lang parked his electric scooter and strode confidently into the grand entrance of the Mingdu Hotel.

Guided by the lobby manager, he was swiftly ushered into the opulent private room number one in the Rich and Noble Hall.

The door stood ajar, and soon enough, Su Lang's ears were filled with the sound of boastful chatter.

"Zhou, you're incredible. You bought a car? A Buick, right? That must have set you back a couple hundred thousand?"

"Leizi, cut the act. My modest savings are nothing compared to our class monitor. He recently splurged on a BMW 5 Series for over 400,000 yuan. Even the suit he's wearing today costs a cool 30,000 yuan."

"Zhou, that's an exaggeration. It's not quite 30,000 yuan," Yang Zhichao said with a dismissive wave and a casual smile, his face beaming with pride.

"Class monitor, Zhou, you guys are the real success stories. I'm just a regular guy with a basic salary."

"Come on, everyone knows you're not just married but also have a son. You're the real success story here. Leizi, why didn't you bring your wife and kid along? Didn't the class monitor say family was welcome?"

"The little one's too young. Zhou, was that your girlfriend who just left? She's quite attractive."

Overhearing the spirited debate, Su Lang paused at the doorway before making his way inside.

As the room's doors swung open, Su Lang, clad in his suit, immediately captured the attention of everyone present.

The spacious private room was divided into two sections: a dining area to the left and a lounge area to the right.

Not everyone had arrived yet; about 30 guests were scattered throughout, some engaged in card games, others in boisterous banter.

Upon noticing Su Lang, Yang Zhichao, the host of the gathering, rose to his feet. With a puzzled look, he inquired, "And you are?"

There's a saying that goes, "Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha."

Su Lang was already quite handsome, but when he donned the suit gifted by the system, his charisma soared!

For a moment, Yang Zhichao couldn't recognize him.

"Class president, it hasn't been that long since we last saw each other, has it? Surely you haven't forgotten me?" Su Lang said with a light smile.

Yang Zhichao paused, taking a serious look at Su Lang. He asked with some uncertainty, "Are you Su Lang?"

"Yes, it's me," Su Lang confirmed with a nod.

"You're Su Lang?"

"I never realized how good you look in a suit."

"Su Lang, do you have a girlfriend? If not, maybe we could be together?"

"How did I never notice how handsome Su Lang was before?"

A group of female classmates instantly fixed their gazes on Su Lang.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhichao's expression darkened.

He had gone out of his way to buy a thirty-thousand-yuan suit for this gathering, expecting to be the star of the evening.

But now, Su Lang had completely stolen the spotlight.

Watching Yang Zhichao's expression sour, Su Lang couldn't help feeling a bit smug.

Did Yang Zhichao really think he could show off at his expense?

With a faint smile, Su Lang greeted the crowd, "Everyone, it's been a while."

As he walked over to the sofa area and took a seat, several female classmates quickly gathered around him.

"Old classmate, do you still remember me? I'm Zhou Lijuan, the Literature and Arts Committee member from our class. Here's a little secret—I'm still single," one said.

"Su Lang, remember me? I used to sit in front of you in school. Let's connect on WeChat," another suggested.

"Zhu Qian, don't you have a boyfriend? Why are you adding Su Lang on WeChat? What are your intentions?" someone else chimed in.

"What's it to you?"

They say women are drawn to a man's looks, and that couldn't be more true.

The moment they laid eyes on Su Lang, they swarmed around him.

Sensing trouble, Su Lang discreetly moved aside.

This only drew the forlorn stares of Yang Zhichao and the other male classmates, as well as the many female students.

To put it bluntly, the class reunion was essentially a contest of one-upmanship.

But now?

Su Lang had pulled a clever move.

He didn't flaunt his wealth, his spouse, or his status. He was, in fact, flaunting his good looks.

Su Lang had stolen all the attention!

Yet, the thing about good looks is that they're innate, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Watching Su Lang, Yang Zhichao's face darkened even more.

He signaled to Zhou Hao with a glance, and Zhou Hao promptly asked, "Su Lang, since you claim to be a landlord, you must have bought a car, right? What kind of car did you get?"

The room fell silent at that moment.

The female classmates who had been eagerly vying for Su Lang's attention paused.

There was no denying that Su Lang was handsome, but material possessions were what really mattered to everyone.

"An electric scooter," Su Lang replied nonchalantly.

An electric scooter?

Everyone's eyes bulged at Su Lang's response.

Wasn't Su Lang a landlord?

Didn't he own ten shops in the downtown area?

How could someone with ten downtown shops ride an electric scooter? It seemed implausible.

A smirk of contempt appeared on Yang Zhichao's face. "Su Lang, you're a landlord, aren't you? Why then are you still riding an electric scooter?"

"Who says a landlord can't ride an electric scooter?"

"Su Lang, it sounds to me like you're just full of hot air. You're not really a landlord, nor do you own ten shops."

Unruffled by Yang Zhichao's taunts, Su Lang simply shrugged and offered a faint smile.

"Su Lang."

Yang Zhichao was about to add more, but at that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open once again.

A woman with her hair swept up into a high bun entered.

Standing at about 1.7 meters tall, she was dressed in a black dress that showcased her long, fair legs.

Her complexion was exceptionally pale.

Men looked at her with heightened desire, while women felt a pang of envy.

Her entrance immediately captured everyone's gaze.

"Lin Xiaoxiao?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

It had been two years since they had last seen each other, and Lin Xiaoxiao had become even more breathtaking.

"Hello, classmates, it's been a while," Lin Xiaoxiao said, her lovely eyes scanning the room before she offered a warm smile.

Lin Xiaoxiao!

In a heartbeat, Yang Zhichao's heart began to race uncontrollably.

"Xiaoxiao, do you still remember me?"

"Class monitor, it's been a while," Lin Xiaoxiao responded coolly.

A wave of elation washed over Yang Zhichao.

"Xiaoxiao, would you like something to drink? I can have the waiter prepare it immediately."

"There's no need, I'd rather chat for a bit," Lin Xiaoxiao said, gesturing with her hand before heading straight toward Su Lang.

"It's been a long time," Lin Xiaoxiao nodded to Su Lang.

Su Lang nodded back, echoing, "Long time no see."