After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Qiao Yu and Nan Chu walked around the school.

In fact, the appearance of the school has not changed much over the years, except for the renovation of basic hardware facilities such as the playground and basketball court.

They were about to go to the second cafeteria to see how the food was now, when Qiao Yu received a call from Bo Hanshi.

Bo Hanshi asked: "Where?"

"Chu Chu and I are here in the Second Canteen. Do you want to come find us?"

Bo Hanshi: "I was brought to the lecture theater by Principal Pan to give a speech to my juniors. I probably won't be able to get away for a while. Are you here to find me?"

Qiao Yu responded, hung up the phone and asked Nan Chu: "Bao Hanshi is giving a lecture in the lecture theater, are you going?"

Nan Chu's eyes lit up, "Go ahead! Such good gossip, luckily I brought my camera! I knew I would be able to get news about these big guys today!"

When the two of them were walking to the teaching building where the lecture hall was, they passed by the school anniversary donation bulletin board.

Those on the list are all huge donations, none less than one million.

Nan Chu sighed: "The finance department is indeed full of talented people. I had known I would have studied finance in university!"

Qiao Yu saw a few familiar names, "Su Jingnian also donated money, fifty million."

Hearing this name, Nan Chu was stunned for a moment.

She pulled her lips and smiled pretending not to care: "The poor boys at the beginning have all become business giants."

Qiao Yu looked at her, "Do you think Su Jingnian was also dragged to the lecture theater by the principal to give a speech?"

After all, this man is quite a legend.

Su Jingnian was only one year younger than Bohan Shilu Zhilu and the others.

But after Su Jingnian and Nan Chu broke up suddenly five years ago, this person completely disappeared.

Later I found out that after Su Jingnian graduated, he went to Country Y to make a fortune.

Nan Chu shrugged, not thinking it was such a coincidence at all: "Go and have a look, maybe you can catch two big news, and you won't have to worry about KPI this month."

But I just arrived in the corridor on the floor of the lecture hall.

The prophetic thing happened.

Su Jingnian came out of the third lecture hall and was chatting with the school leaders. When he looked up, he saw Nan Chu standing there holding a camera.

After some distance, Nan Chu froze in place, his scalp numb.

She grinned and whispered to Qiao Yu, "When did you become so smart? What did you say?"

Qiao Yu: "Your KPI is here, come on."

Nan Chu: "...I really want to tie Q."

As expected, Su Jingnian came this way.

Nan Chu seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Qiao Yu helped her go, "Are you disabled?"

Nan Chu: "I don't know what expression to put on."

Qiao Yu: "Smile politely and pretend you don't know me."

Nan Chu gritted his teeth and laughed: "You are still experienced."

But Su Jingnian didn't intend to pretend not to know him.

He walked over with a steady pace, "We meet again, Nan Chu."

The smile on Nan Chu's lips was stiff: "Hi."

Su Jingnian preemptively asked, "Are you free to chat?"

"I...I...maybe not very..."

I haven't finished saying rejection yet.

Suddenly a familiar male voice sounded behind him: "It's not convenient for her to talk to you."

Nanchu's nerves tightened.

Isn't this Lu Zhilu's voice?

Didn't he say he couldn't come to such a boring school anniversary?

Before he could react, his wrist was already grabbed.

Lu Zhilu pulled Nan Chu to his side and glanced at Su Jingnian pitifully: "Nan Chu is the daughter-in-law of the Lu family now. Let's just talk privately. It won't have a good impact. If you have anything to say, just say it here. "

"So being the daughter-in-law of the Lu family gives you so little freedom? You don't even have the freedom to reminisce with your friends."

The smile on Su Jingnian's lips was gentle, but the words he spoke were harsh.

The corner of Lu Zhilu's lips turned cold: "Does an ex-boyfriend who broke up eight hundred years ago deserve to be called a friend? His thoughts are different when he comes back from abroad. Do you like to harass your married ex so much?"