Chapter 88

A party ground was a place students loved to gather. As such, that sort of place was unsuitable and also childish to a handful of successful businessmen and rich kids.

Zeke looked around bitterly at the gaudy, garish decorations on the party ground. He voiced his dissatisfaction, “Jeremy, when did you become so childlike, coming to this place where only kids. like to play?”

Jeremy sat on the uncomfortable sofa of the private room and glanced back at Zeke. “If you don’t want to stay here, we can go wherever you want.”

Zeke shrugged. “Forget about it. We’re here already.”

Gerald walked over to give Jeremy a glass of whisky. He then cheered elegantly with Jeremy. Ast he drank the whisky, he looked at Zeke. “We’re either at the pub or the club. It’s too boring. This place is refreshing, I’d say, and it looks nice enough!”

“You’re right!” Zeke smiled and went over to sit with them.

They cheered.

“Let today be the day we reminisce about our good old days as students!” Zeke said.

came to this low-class place, even when they were

the room opposite has a whole

having their last party

of breakups. When did it become the season of falling

have no idea. They break up because they need to separate and go to different cities for their careers. Those who stay in the same city would cherish each other!

the girls they liked. If the girl accepts, it’s a match. If not, they can avoid the unnecessary embarrassment because they won’t be

campus.

know this so well? Did you confess

Do you think I need to confess my love to someone?” Zeke smirked proudly. “When

his eyes and swirled his glass while entering deep thought. ‘Graduation?

Capital City, a boy called Corinne over to give. her a ‘meaningful’ button. Both

not weird if

holding was already cold with ice in the glass, yet the temperature of the

glass and lamented, “To be honest, I missed those study days of ours. We were so carefree at that

down his glass and got up to leave the room.

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