Ten Years After Graduation, I Turned My Classmates into Blind Boxes

As a true "rich, beautiful, and successful woman," Xiang Xiaotian's family naturally has no shortage of luxury homes.

In Hangzhou, there's a nearly 600-square-meter duplex in Wulin No. 1, with a market price of 70 to 80 million yuan. In Magic City, there's also a large 300-square-meter apartment in OCT Suhe Creek Bay, with a market price of 60 to 70 million yuan.

"They really are a wealthy family," Zhang Yang remarked from the passenger seat of the Wraith.

"Young Master Zhang, stop teasing me. What we have isn't even enough for you to slip through your fingers, right?" Xiang Xiaotian glanced at the Patek Philippe on Zhang Yang's wrist.

This watch alone is enough to buy half of their house.

And now, the owner of this watch is surprised by what little they own?

She naturally thought Zhang Yang was joking.

"That's an exaggeration. Do you really think I'm rolling in gold and silver? You think you can just let a little slip through your fingers?" Zhang Yang chuckled, shifting into a more comfortable position. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get there."

"Okay, I'll call you when we get to COFCO, Young Master Zhang." Xiang Xiaotian smiled.

"Mmm, good boy," Zhang Yang mumbled.

The car drove smoothly, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the window and the evening breeze.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes slightly and gradually began to breathe evenly.

Xiang Xiaotian drove, she secretly glanced at the handsome profile of the passenger in the front seat.

"Zhang Yang? Are you asleep?"

Aside from the noise outside the window, there was no other sound inside the car.

"Okay." Xiang Xiaotian suddenly chuckled softly to herself, then fell silent and began to concentrate on driving.

In the dead of night, Rolls-Royce Wraith pulled up on the side of the road COFCO Seaview No. 1.

The passenger's breathing became even deeper.

Xiang Xiaotian parked the car and looked at Zhang Yang in the passenger seat, preparing to wake him up.

"Sleeping so soundly."

Her outstretched hand had just landed on Zhang Yang's shoulder when she suddenly paused.

Looking at Zhang Yang, who was fast asleep, and at his profile so close to hers, Xiang Xiaotian suddenly had a bold idea.

"They shouldn't find out, right?"

She leaned forward gently, her heart pounding, and then quietly kissed Zhang Yang on the cheek.

Zhang Yang, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly stirred, as if he was about to wake up.

Xiang Xiaotian was startled and quickly sat up straight. Then, she gently shook Zhang Yang awake.

"Zhang Yang, wake up, we're here."

"We're here?" Zhang Yang groggily opened his eyes, looked out the car window, and stretched slightly. "Thank you. Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"Huh? I..." Xiang Xiaotian's mind went blank, and she was caught off guard.

"Sorry, I was half asleep. Um, drive carefully on your way back, and text me when you get home." Zhang Yang opened the car door and got out.

"What?" Xiang Xiaotian was still pondering what she had just said. "Who says something and then takes it back? Who said I didn't want to go up and sit down?"

Of course, she muttered these words to herself, and no one else heard them.

Xiang Xiaotian looked out the car window and watched the figure disappear into the distance, then couldn't help but touch her cheek.

"It's so hot!"

She looked at her fair face with a rosy blush in the mirror and couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.

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Zhang Yang walked back alone, shaking his head and chuckling as he went.

He was only dozing off for a short while on the bus; how could he possibly fall asleep? He was fully aware of everything that had happened in the bus.

"This Xiang Xiaotian..."

Being kissed by a girl without his consent would have been something Zhang Yang, an ordinary man in the past, would never have dared to dream of. But now? Being kissed by a rich and beautiful heiress, he can actually remain calm and even pretend he didn't know anything.

"Playing dumb, damn it, being too popular isn't a good thing."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang was in his home at COFCO Seaview No. 1, enjoying the river breeze and the sound of cruise ship horns.

Before going to bed, he received a message from Xiang Xiaotian.

[Arrived home...]

[Okay, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.] Zhang Yang replied decisively, not giving Xiang Xiaotian a chance to chat with him in the middle of the night.

He said he was going to sleep, but naturally he wasn't sleepy at all.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang was scrolling through short videos. Then, as he scrolled, he exclaimed "Huh?" and went back to watch them again.

"Ten years after graduation, I turned my junior high school classmates into blind boxes?"

"This graduation photo looks familiar..."

Zhang Yang paused the video, looked carefully, and finally found his own figure in the last row corner of the graduation photo in this recently viral ten-year graduation video series.

"No, is this really such a coincidence?"

Zhang Yang immediately watched the video carefully, ready to find out what was going on.

How are the best students in our class doing now? How are the most ordinary students doing now?

[Ten years after graduating from junior high, I turned my junior high classmates into blind boxes.]

Accompanied by a female voice in the background.

The film opens with an enlarged version of a junior high school graduation photo. A girl, blindfolded, raises a toy gun and randomly selects a classmate from the photo.

"What is this?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, long-buried memories surfacing in his mind.

Junior high school?

That's really far away.

It's been almost ten years since I graduated from junior high school. I can still keep in touch with my high school classmates and get together sometimes, but back in junior high, we were just clueless teenagers. Our class group chat from many years ago has long since become an advertising group, and as for those classmates, I lost contact with them years ago.

He glanced at the blogger's figure and finally retrieved his memories of this person from his mind.

"Zhou Xiaoyi."

He struggled to reconcile the image of the talkative girl with black-rimmed glasses in front of him with the girl with the ponytail from his class back then.

So many years have passed, and their appearances have changed drastically.

As for her personality, just like back in junior high, Zhou Xiaoyi is still incredibly cheerful and lively.

"No wonder they can make a living in self-media."

Zhang Yang looked at it and saw that since Zhou Xiaoyi suddenly came up with the idea of creating this blind box series half a month ago, she has gained millions of followers in just half a month, which has resonated with countless netizens.

He opened the homepage and started scrolling through the videos.

Then, I saw my junior high school classmates, whose memories had become hazy but who now seemed vivid again.

"Luo Qian graduated with a bachelor's degree from a university specializing in political science and law, and holds a master's degree in law from Tongji University. She currently works at a well-known law firm."

Zhou An graduated from Guangling University with a bachelor's degree and currently works for a local state-owned enterprise...

Wan Qingsong graduated from Yinghai Vocational Technical College and currently owns his own auto repair shop.

Zhang Yang had originally planned to kill time by sleeping, but unexpectedly, he was suddenly piqued and, out of curiosity, watched the videos to see the current situation of his junior high school classmates, whose memories of him were already hazy.

In any class, there are naturally outstanding students and ordinary students.

Those who excel naturally do very well. For example, that top student in my junior high class had an exceptional academic career, went directly to the National University of Singapore, and has now immigrated to Singapore.

However, most of them lead ordinary, uneventful lives, following a fairly routine.

Some are company employees, some are taking civil service exams, some are teachers, some are starting their own businesses, and some get married early, living a life of daily necessities.

Those faces, some vaguely familiar, mostly lead ordinary lives. One video, in particular, received a lot of likes and featured a girl who used to be the most cheerful in our class.

This person is currently a teacher, living in their own little world, their life uneventful.

Perhaps it is this ordinary yet authentic life that resonates with countless netizens.

"I've finished reading it." Zhang Yang let out a soft sigh, a touch of emotion in his voice. "Indeed, accepting and letting go of one's ordinariness is the reality for most people."

Standing in COFCO Seaview No. 1, a property worth over 100 million yuan, he looked through the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom at the brightly lit and dazzling the Bund across the water and felt a strange sense of empathy, so he sighed.

Before putting down his phone and getting ready for bed, Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something.

"Damn it, please don't drive it over my head."

He muttered something to himself, then went to sleep.

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Right now, many people are still awake.

In an apartment in Gusu, Zhou Xiaoyi was writing the script for her new video, still basking in the joy of her viral success and increased followers.

On the computer screen were the titles she had labeled the blind boxes her classmates had opened.

[The only boy who persisted in his dream and achieved it]

[Fitness Instructor]

[Teaching and nurturing students, one day I finally became you.]

[Full-time mom]

[The student who changed the most]

"We've already done ten episodes, I really didn't expect such a good response," Zhou Xiaoyi murmured to herself, with a touch of emotion.

Those once energetic young men and romantic young women all had ideals, dreams, and endless aspirations for the future. But who would have thought that in the end, everyone would return to the ordinary?

Perhaps this is just the norm.

After finishing her work, she routinely started her live stream, hoping to capitalize on this wave of popularity and earn more money as the youngest member.

The number of viewers online steadily increased after the live stream started.

It didn't take long for the number to exceed ten thousand.

Inside the live stream, various passersby and fans continuously posted comments on the screen.

This is so real; this truly captures the essence of human life.

[I can't even remember the names of my junior high school classmates, but the streamer can still contact them all; that takes skill.]

[This is typical of every class; there are always a few exceptionally outstanding students, while most people just graduate and find jobs step by step, with ups and downs, smooth sailing and ordinary lives. Perhaps this is just the life of most of us.]

[I haven't seen anyone doing particularly badly so far, but of course, I haven't seen anyone doing ridiculously well either.]

Zhou Xiaoyi watched the comments in the live stream and chatted with everyone.

"By the way, I'm planning to do a blind box giveaway during my next live stream tonight."

[I agree! This makes it feel more realistic!]

Yes, and we can also feel a sense of participation.

[Hurry up, streamer! Let's open blind boxes live!]

"Okay, okay, by the way, thank you Shanshan for the Porsche, thank you!" Zhou Xiaoyi said while livestreaming, thanking everyone for the gifts and preparing the blind boxes for later.

A moment later, the room was brightly lit.

Zhou Xiaoyi adjusted the angle, put on the blindfold, and then raised the plastic gun in her hand.

Emission.

Plastic bullets with suction cups were fired and firmly attached to the enlarged graduation photo.

Zhou Xiaoyi took off her blindfold, picked up her live-streaming equipment, and walked forward. She couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh!" as she pointed the camera at the enlarged graduation photo.

"Wow, the guy on the very edge of the back row looks pretty quiet and reserved."

"He looks introverted and ordinary, probably not good at socializing, and his interpersonal relationships are probably just average. I'm suddenly quite curious about what he's like now."

"The streamer will probably be talking to his worst-performing junior high classmate soon."

The live stream was filled with comments.

Zhou Xiaoyi looked at the figure in the graduation photo, and then at the names listed below the photo.

"Zhang Yang?"

For a moment, she racked her brains, and slowly the image of her classmate from junior high school, who sat in the back row, didn't talk much, and didn't do well in school, slowly surfaced in her mind.

It's more ordinary than ordinary.

"Really, are we going to find this Zhang Yang?"

However, since she was opening blind boxes live, she had no choice at all. For her next episode, she really could only do content related to Zhang Yang.

"I'll have to rack my brains to find something that shines through again."

She's figured out some experience: when she encounters a classmate who's outstanding, she can just focus on showcasing their strengths—it's effortless. But if she's dealing with someone who's just average, she can only emphasize being genuine, down-to-earth, and true to herself.

A moment later, Zhou Xiaoyi took out her phone and tried to contact Zhang Yang.

"This group has become an advertising group. Is it even useful to send a private message?" She had a headache and could only send a verification message first.

If we can't get in touch with them, that's troublesome. We'll have to see if we can contact anyone in their junior high class.

The message was sent, but it disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Xiaoyi checked the time; it was already past midnight. She could only hope that the other person had already gone to bed.

The next morning, Zhou Xiaoyi woke up very early.

The first thing I do when I wake up is, as usual, review the data.

The steadily rising data immediately brought her a smile to her face, and she was in a great mood.

"I caught the key to this surge in traffic perfectly... Oh, right." As if she had just remembered something, she immediately opened the chat window.

Nothing happened, just like last night...

"No way?" Zhou Xiaoyi immediately put down her phone, feeling a bit troubled.

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Zhang Yang was still asleep at that moment.

At 8:30 a. m., the master bedroom was filled with sunshine. Zhang Yang opened his eyes, stretched his body shirtless, and let his invincible physique bask in the morning sunlight.

Shower, wash up, make breakfast...

Half an hour later, Zhang Yang sat by the island counter, eating breakfast and casually picking up his phone to reply to some messages.

"Huh? No way?"

His expression froze for a moment.

Because he actually saw a friend request from last night, and the source was that middle school class group that had been dead for ages.

As for the information to be added, it is: Zhou Xiaoyi.

"What I feared most has come to pass..." Zhang Yang shook his head, intending to politely decline later.

He really didn't want to be disturbed.

So he accepted the friend request without replying and just left his phone there.

Not long after, messages started popping up like crazy.