Feng Jun had plenty of complaints about Elder Yu's grumbling, but he knew he could not change it.
Yu Qingzhu's face grew a little warm as well. She did not mind Feng Jun making snide remarks—ever since she had met him, she had heard no shortage of them—but some things were better said in private. With so many unrelated people around, did she not need to save face?
So she could only say, "He had too much to drink. Let him sober up a bit, then he'll go back to sleep."
She pushed the old man away. Cao Rui still had not quite figured out what was going on, but he did not dare speak carelessly and could only probe, "This old gentleman... is he here to retire?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Mingshun's chair had already been set upright, and he was sitting in it. He really had not drunk too much; he had simply been frightened out of his wits earlier. "Don't ask about the old gentleman... the classification level is really high."
"Stop talking about classified nonsense. I'm sick of it," Wang Qianqiu said, already a little tipsy. "We came to see Feng Jun, to see Old Third... what's the point of mixing in all that boring stuff?"
After all, he was different from the others. Dormmates who had shared a room were true classmates... they had lived under the same roof.
If only men had been present, that confrontational atmosphere definitely would not have ended well. They might even have started fighting already. But with two women there, things remained under control.
Then everyone boarded the yacht and began cruising along the river.
Feng Jun had brought up more than just his classmates. He had also brought Gazi, Coach Wang, and Li Shishi—since they had