All three of them were wearing lotus-colored dresses, just in different shades, which matched quite well with today’s wedding venue.
"I was just about to look for you guys. Has everyone at your table arrived?" In truth, Luo Qianqian also doubted whether the good kids from Class One would ask for leave to attend a wedding.
"They have. Gu Yanzhi and the others arrived quite early. Were you looking for us?" Li Qi asked excitedly.
"Exactly. My mom is getting her makeup done. Getting married is so tiring. She’s been busy all morning with dressing up and makeup, and now she has to change into another outfit," Luo Qianqian said, shrugging helplessly. "Let’s go. I’ll hang out with you guys for a bit before it starts, as I might not get a chance to later."
"Okay." Xia Qi smiled understandingly and linked arms with Luo Qianqian. "Let us bask in some of your joy. You look so beautiful, we, as good friends, should get to admire you first."
"Exactly," Shen Yan agreed, taking Luo Qianqian’s other arm.
Li Qi was a step too slow and, being the tallest, she couldn’t reach shorty Luo Qianqian and just followed beside them.
"Yo, shorty, are you wearing high heels?" As soon as they reached the table, Han Lei noticed the four of them and realizing that Shen Yan and Xia Qi were almost the same height as Luo Qianqian, he caught on instantly.
The bored trio that was drawn to Han Lei’s voice—Gu Yanzhi, Pei Yuhao, and Pei Yutian—turned their heads to see Luo Qianqian and also appeared surprised.
Luo Qianqian was surprised to see Pei Yutian and Gu Yanzhi teaming up to tease Pei Yuhao? If she hadn’t seen wrongly, the sides were indeed as such just now.
"I just noticed it too," Xia Qi said belatedly. "I was wondering why Qianqian seemed taller."
"Enough from you guys," Luo Qianqian huffed, grabbed a cup from the table, poured a Sprite, and downed it in one go. "I’ve been busy all morning. Welcome to the wedding. As long as you don’t have unnecessary comments about my height, I’ll be even happier."
A pink lipstick mark was left on the cup, and Luo Qianqian laughed embarrassedly, "I forgot I had makeup on."
Gu Yanzhi blushed, turned his face away, and then handed his gift bag to Luo Qianqian, "This is for your auntie. I wish her a happy marriage."
Luo Qianqian took the bag but said, clearly displeased, "Didn’t we agree that it would be okay as long as you came? This makes it seem like I invited you just for the gifts."
Before Luo Qianqian could roll her eyes completely, she saw nine more bags appear in front of her, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
All ten people avoided looking at Luo Qianqian, simply placing the bags in front of her without speaking. The bags were meticulously chosen, all wrapped in red, and Luo Qianqian laughed helplessly. "I’ll accept them this time. Thank you for your blessings. I’ll pass them on to my mom." Without looking, she set all the bags on the ground and took a seat. Everyone else sat down too, their number perfectly matching the ten seats. "Welcome everyone, I am Luo Qianqian. It’s a pleasure to meet you." She chuckled at the Class One girls who brought gifts but had remained silent.
"I’m Chu Ci," the girl raised her head and smiled gently at Luo Qianqian. "I’ve known about you for a long time."
Luo Qianqian blinked, facing such a gentle girl. "I will know about you too in the future." Her expression of surprise never ceased. What? This is Chu Ci? The future master of traditional Chinese painting, famous at home and abroad at just twenty years old? "You must study Chinese classics, right? You seem to have the scent of ink about you." Chu Ci was dressed in a pure white dress, pristine and translucent.
Gu Yanzhi gaped in astonishment.
"Really? You’re the first to say so," Chu Ci said happily. "I am studying calligraphy and traditional painting."
"You will surely be successful," Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes, feeling lucky to meet such a person.
Then she turned to the boy she had once met on the bus, speaking with an embarrassed face, "I’m sorry, I never knew your name. Can we get to know each other officially?" She then glanced at the boy who had come to Class Nine specifically to ask questions. "I remember you; you’re Qiao Xiyang, we’ve met before."
Qiao Xiyang looked at Luo Qianqian in surprise, pushed up his glasses, and said, "I’m Qiao Xiyang. It’s great to meet you formally, and I hope we can solve problems together in the future." His lips curved upward, revealing a grin.
"My name’s Yang Weizhuang. It’s so easy to remember, how could you forget me?" The bus boy complained with an unhappy face.
Luo Qianqian’s mouth twitched, the name really was unforgettable.
"I look forward to learning from all of you in the future. By the way... what were you arguing about just now?" Luo Qianqian looked curiously at Pei Yutian, Gu Yanzhi was still awkwardly not looking at her, and it was uncertain whether Pei Yuhao would answer, so she straightforwardly asked the person most likely to respond.