Fang Zong suddenly said, "Extend your hand."
Xu Jing obediently went to do it.
"Hold on tight!"
Xu Jing quickly grabbed the soft little hand.
"Remember, you are in control of your own destiny. The road ahead is long, so take care of yourself."
After saying that, Fang Zong turned and left.
Xu Jing and her thirty-five classmates took two steps and then stopped.
She watched Fang Zong's retreating figure, and all she could see were the long, long shadows of the man and the cat cast by the slanting sunlight of the rising sun.
Xu Jing bit her lip, her pointed chin full of stubbornness.
She suddenly turned around and said to her classmates, "You're all on my side, right?"
"Of course, because we owe you one."
The students were all awake and answered together with smiles.
Wang Peng nodded in agreement: "We're all working together as one, a snake can't function without a head. Brother Wu Jiang said you're the best, so you'll be the leader!"
"Great! Let's study hard for three years and all of us get into Tsinghua or Peking University!"
Xu Jing said, "Thirty-six of them, not one less! Three years later, we'll assign majors, and everyone must be the best!"
I will build a business empire and dominate the world through economic power!
Wang Peng nodded and asked, "And then?"
Xu Jing, with her pretty oval face and beautiful big eyes, suddenly developed a crazy possessiveness.
"I want a thug in a suit!"
She turned around, facing the direction Fang Zong had disappeared in, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, and shouted, "Brother Fang Zong, you're mine..."
"Hehe." Fang Zong suddenly laughed from a distance.
It was just a naive dream of a high school girl; once she achieved success, that dream would long have vanished.
He dared to say that within three years, Xu Jing would have forgotten about him, the one who had left.
Tiger Tyrant licked his paw: "I think I can agree, meow. This little female is pretty nice, meow."
Fang Zong shook his head, decisively took flight, and sped towards the hotel shown in the navigation.
Presidential Suite, Do Not Disturb.
Fang Zong slammed the wooden ghost onto the ground, feeling a surge of satisfaction.
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