All feasts must end.
The old shop in the little alley had closed for the night, and the lights at the street corner were dim.
"I'm going to see an old friend."
Mr. Shu opened the car door with a cigar clamped between his teeth and smiled. "It's only a little past eleven. There's still time. Anyone want a ride?"
Everyone hurriedly shook their heads in refusal.
No one wanted to get into their teacher's car in the middle of the night and be shredded by people's stares out on the street.
"What tasteless young people." Zhou Jiren put on his sunglasses and started the engine alone. He waved, then vanished into the distance amid the roar of the engine.
Watching the supercar disappear from sight, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"I privately believe that Teacher's taste..."
Zhong Wei shook his head and clicked his tongue. "It's inversely proportional to his strength."
"There is indeed a tiny little bit of..." Luo Er sighed softly. "Uniqueness."
"It's more like a hundred-million-fold bit." Gu Shen gave a bitter smile. "Do you know how painful the ride here was for me?"
"If it were me..." Nan Jin, who had remained silent all this time, said seriously, "I definitely wouldn't get into Teacher's car."
The four of them stood by the street and exchanged glances.
Then they each broke into suppressed laughter.
When the laughter in the wind slowly faded, it left behind a faint melancholy of parting.
"All right. Unlike a certain S-rank, I don't have a private plane picking me up."
Luo Er smiled. "No need to say much more about farewells. Take care, everyone."
Zhong Wei chuckled softly. "I'll see Senior Sister off."
The two figures walked away just like that.
And when the wind rose again,
only two lonely