Shi Yajing actually had a deep impression of the Wan sisters.
After all, their relationship with Shi Yajing had been neither warm nor cold; they could practically be said to have ignored her. Yet the Wan sisters happened to be girls with outstanding looks and figures.
Though their family circumstances, combined with the fact that they had not dressed up much in high school, made them seem somewhat drab, natural beauty could not be hidden.
Instead, it made girls like Shi Yajing, those "mature" girls who had learned to wear makeup early, look a little like clowns.
Even giving it their all and adding camera filters, they still could not match the other girls at their worst.
So, Shi Yajing had actually been extremely jealous of the Wan sisters.
Girls' little social circles were generally like that. When it came to girls who stood out in some regard, they often instinctively excluded them.
"The tallest tree in the forest catches the strongest wind." That principle was especially applicable to girls' lives.
Guys, on the other hand, did not have so much bullshit.
"Hey, tell me, Wan Xinyan found herself a rich guy, but what about her sister? I remember they were always together in high school too, like conjoined twins."
The person speaking with Shi Yajing was a slick-looking young man.
He looked about her age, with a Korean-drama hairstyle—the style that had been popular on the peninsula these past two years, the so-called natural-birth haircut.
At first glance, he was somewhat handsome, but upon closer inspection, he had a strangely effeminate air.
His name was Lai Wenyu, a guy Shi Yajing had met at school in Southeast Asia. He was one year above her.
Although he was only one year above her, Lai Wenyu was actually two cohorts older