Yang Meng was lying on the bed. Although she had her eyes closed, sweat was constantly coming out of her face.
She gritted her teeth and showed an expression of excruciating pain.
Her hands were tightly gripping the quilt, as if she was giving birth.
Everything in the room was shaking, books were falling from the shelves, and picture frames were crashing to the floor one by one.
After the broken glass was scattered all over the floor, it could still reflect Yang Meng's crying expression.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Meng's body suddenly rose into the air and hovered in the air.
Accompanied by the gloomy and thriller background music, the facial expressions of every audience member changed.
Tang Yue covered her ears and hid behind Su Yin, not daring to watch TV.
Luo Chen took a breath and suddenly felt that this part was much more terrifying than the previous two episodes.
The expressions of the anchors who were broadcasting live were much more varied. Some were so scared that they smashed their computers, and some burst into tears. Their screams made the scene even more terrifying.
Then everyone heard the sound of limbs being twisted, and saw that Yang Meng's hands and feet were twisted in a circle, and he looked almost like an alien.
At this time her eyes finally opened.
It's all black.
With a thud, Yang Meng fell on the bed again, but she stood up the next second.
She quickly straightened her twisted body back to its original shape and stepped on the glass with her bare feet without showing any expression of pain.
She walked along the glass to the bathroom and looked at the mirror numbly.
But the face that appeared in the mirror was no longer her own, but another woman, or girl.
She was a pretty girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, probably in high school.
She tied her hair into a ponytail, wore no makeup, had bright eyes, and looked quite pure.
Girls like this should be the objects of pursuit of many boys in the class.
When Yang Meng smiled, the girl in the mirror also smiled with her.
She frowned, and she frowned too.
They seemed to have merged into one.
…
The camera cleverly switched through the mirror, and the girl's face turned into Wang Xiaohu.
He patted his cheeks, and a man in a suit and tie and a Swiss watch walked in.
"Deng Ziming?" Wang Xiaohu saw the other person through the mirror, and immediately turned around and greeted him.
"Xiaohu?" Deng Ziming curled his lips. After recognizing that the person opposite him was Wang Xiaohu, he excitedly put his arm around the other's shoulders and gave him a hug.
Compared with Deng Ziming's enthusiasm, Wang Xiaohu's reaction was much colder.
He just nodded: "Long time no see."
"Yeah," Deng Ziming let go of Wang Xiaohu, not caring much about his attitude towards him. "I went abroad afterwards, and didn't take the college entrance examination with you guys. It's actually quite regrettable when I think about it. The most regrettable thing is that I didn't even get a photo with you guys."
"Really?" Wang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and hesitated to speak.
Deng Ziming chuckled, patted Wang Xiaohu on the shoulder, and persuaded him in a very relaxed tone: "Some things should not be mentioned again after they have passed. As long as we all forget it, it never happened."
"But..." Wang Xiaohu's mood was a little abnormal.
Deng Ziming wasn't worried at all. He suddenly said, "By the way, I heard you had a fight with your boss because you didn't want to work overtime, and you even posted it anonymously online? So now that you've resigned, you can't even find a job!"
"By the way, have you been unemployed at home recently? Or have you secretly gone to work for the whole family? Don't look at me like that, I just heard it from others. They said they saw you when they passed by outside."
Deng Ziming smiled and consoled him, "You're still so impatient, but as a brother, I certainly don't want to see you fall into such a state. So, are you interested in working for my family's company?"
"Really?" Wang Xiaohu had always known that Deng Ziming's family was wealthy, and his father's company was well-known throughout Shanghai. With a bachelor's degree like his, he wasn't even qualified for an interview.
"Yeah." Deng Ziming walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction: "We've been through so much together, it's only natural for us to help each other."
Today should be the busiest day in the Bluebird Club. The hall is full of people, and everyone is talking and laughing.
Wang Xiaohu and Zhao Yijun sat together, distracted.
"Look, it's only been six years since we graduated from high school, no, seven, how come everyone has changed so much? Look, Deng Ziming has taken over his father's overseas business and is now President Deng. Those girls in our class who used to look down on him are now flocking to him like bees."
"And you and I, we were all prominent figures when we were in school, but now we can only sit here alone and watch the fun. Hey, everyone is becoming more and more realistic."
"But some people didn't come, right?" Wang Xiaohu took a look and found that he didn't see a few classmates he still remembered.
"I can't get in touch with a few of them. Oh, and there was a guy named Liu Zhuangzhuang. Do you remember him? I heard it was during the Spring Festival of my sophomore year. He had just passed his driving test and was killed in a car accident! Oh, how unpredictable things are."
"Old Zhao," Wang Xiaohu drank another glass of orange juice before speaking, "Do you still have a photo of our class when we graduated?"
"You mean your graduation photo?" Zhao Yijun was stunned, not understanding why Wang Xiaohu mentioned it. "I don't remember where I put it. I'll look for it for you later. By the way, where's yours?"
"I, I threw it away when I graduated." When Wang Xiaohu said this, his hands suddenly felt empty and the cup fell to the ground.
However, this sound did not attract anyone's attention, because at this moment many people's eyes were looking towards the door along with Deng Ziming.
An extremely beautiful woman carrying a bag stumbled into Deng Ziming's arms.
"Eh!" Zhao Yijun sighed. "Is this Mr. Deng's little lover? She's so beautiful! Hey, why are you looking at her like that? No way, you like her, but she's Mr. Deng's person!"
"I, I just look familiar." Wang Xiaohu sighed. The woman was Yang Meng.
She dressed very normally today, allowing her beauty to be released.
The other female classmates at the scene all seemed to pale in comparison to Yang Meng.
Wang Xiaohu just glanced at her, and it was as if his soul was taken away.
"Beauty, are you drunk?" Deng Ziming suppressed his excitement and asked gentlemanly.
"I, I don't know you." Yang Meng bit her lip shyly: "Did I come to the wrong place?"
"No," Deng Ziming had already picked her up and said, "I think your foot seems to be injured. I'll take you to the private room to take a look."
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