Chapter 253 250. Classmate’s Revenge
“Six o’clock, they’re here… fifteen of them.”
After an entire afternoon of organizing, getting fifteen people together was already a decent result. Yet Chen Zhiyong still seemed a bit dissatisfied. He turned to the girl beside him and asked, “Why isn’t the boss here yet?”
“She said she’d be here in half an hour. Let’s start eating first.”
The old classmates, long reunited, had already grouped into clusters chatting. Old grudges had long been forgotten; those who once fought now slung arms over each other’s shoulders laughing at past foolishness, those who had been caught smoking still grumbled about the high school administration, and some sneakily glanced at their former crushes but lacked the courage to approach.
“You’ve gotten so fat!”
“Dorm life in college, man.”
“Hey, Ziqi’s looking prettier, wonder if she has a boyfriend.”
“What about your girlfriend back then? Still together?”
“Where’s An Han? I specially prepared a big gift for him!”
“Yeah, where’s An Han? Stood us up?”
“His house is nearby, right?”
At the mention of An Han, nearly everyone shifted their attention to her. Memories of previous pranks resurfaced, and while criticizing her past behavior, some were already planning to check up on her.
In the chaos, Chen Zhiyong, trying to maintain some order, suddenly spotted a figure approaching from not far away.
The girl was tall, wearing a long black coat, with her neck, ears, and hands bundled in layers of warmth, revealing only a familiar face.
“Is that An Han?” Chen Zhiyong tugged at a classmate’s arm, uncertain.
Though heavily cloaked, her slender frame was unmistakable. Her features were delicate, skin fair and radiant, long curled eyelashes slightly lowered, eyebrows carrying a soft charm. Every gesture, every smile exuded mature feminine elegance and intelligence. As she walked quietly from the street corner, she naturally drew the gazes of many.
The classmate squinted, spotting the mole near her eye, and scratched their head. “An Han… looks so girly?”
“Turned into a sissy!” Chen Zhiyong exclaimed.
Hearing this, An Han’s face darkened, and she swiftly lunged forward, kicking him: “You’re the sissy!”
Her previous aura of sophistication was completely shattered.
Chen Zhiyong stumbled back, dazed, staring at her up-close face. He asked in surprise, “Was An Han this girly at last year’s gathering?”
“This is called being handsome!” An Han retorted indignantly.
“Looks more feminine than women… handsome my foot.”
Chen Zhiyong had been An Han’s high school deskmate and close friend. After going off to separate universities, their contact had dwindled, and he had been the one calling her to join this reunion.
“Why are there only a few here? Where’s the boss?” An Han crossed her arms. She tried to curb her feminine behavior, but the classmates all stared at her in astonishment. She could feel the surprise in every gaze, and scanning the faces of her dumbstruck peers, a sense of achievement and pleasure swelled in her chest. Appearing in such an unexpected way at the reunion could be considered a prank of sorts.
“Half the tables are reserved. The boss said she has an urgent matter and will arrive in half an hour.”
Chen Zhiyong could catch a hint of a youthful fragrance and unconsciously stepped back: “Alright, let’s go inside. The food should be coming soon.”
The restaurant served Cantonese cuisine, the same place they had their senior year graduation gathering. Over the years, it hadn’t changed. An Han shoved her hands into her coat pockets, trying to walk with an aloof, unapproachable posture. She straightened her back and attempted to make her gaze sharper, softening the overly feminine impression in her eyebrows—but it barely worked.
“Did An Han get plastic surgery or something?”
“Much cuter than before~”
“Wasn’t like this last year, right?”
The classmates whispered among themselves. An Han, showing a masculine side, looped an arm around Chen Zhiyong’s neck casually, teasing: “You didn’t set a trap for me, right?”
“No way.” Chen Zhiyong’s smile was a little strained.
“How much did the order cost? Who should I transfer to?”
“Eat first, shouldn’t be more than a hundred.”
At the door of the second-floor private room, An Han noticed the classmates stopping, all staring at her.
Something was off!
She instinctively stepped back, alert, scanning them cautiously. “What’s wrong? Let’s go. How am I supposed to know which room if no one shows me?”
“Just the one in front of you,” Chen Zhiyong shrugged off her arm. “Go ahead first.”
“Something’s fishy!”
Muttering with some hesitation, An Han didn’t want to ruin her image in front of old classmates after maintaining it before her mother, sister, and father. She took a deep breath and walked straight forward, spotting the partially open room door.
This isn’t my usual tactic? An Han snorted inwardly, nudging the door lightly with her toe.
“Bang!”
An empty soda can rolled across the floor to the back of the room, followed by sounds of regretful sighs.
“That’s it?” An Han nearly laughed, then pushed the door fully open.
But the next moment, a loud crackling sound exploded at her feet.
Startled, she jumped back, her back hitting the wall, breathing heavily, eyes wide in shock and fear at the corner from which the noise came.
“Did you get it on camera?”
Amid the raucous cheering, Chen Zhiyong entered, asking the classmates inside.
“Got it!”
“Multiple angles too!”
“Did we scare the wrong person?”
“He’s always this girly.”
“No, looks like An Han cried…”
An Han immediately straightened her wobbly legs. Though her eyes were misty, she argued with full conviction: “Crying my foot! It’s just a meal, why so fancy?”
She wasn’t truly angry; after all, everyone present had once suffered under her pranks.
Finding a random spot to sit, she exhaled slowly, calming her racing heart.
“How come you’re so easy to mess with now?” another classmate teased, sitting next to her. “Looks girly, acts girly too.”
The voice was familiar—it belonged to the kid she had often bullied back then.
“Deserve a beating…” she posed as if ready to throw a punch, then softened her tone. “You… have been working out?”
The muscles, even under winter clothes, were impossible to hide.
Over the past year, not just she had changed. Some had grown more mature, others more masculine or attractive—but she, in contrast, had directly become a girl.
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