The gathering was set at the Lotus Pavilion in a five-star hotel.
The side hall was spacious, with five large round tables seating ten arranged in a row. Extra chairs had been added, and the last arrivals had no proper seats, simply sitting wherever they could. The gathering spanned several graduating classes, and the organizers had all once held positions in the Student Union. More than sixty people came, and Zeng Haiyan was one of the lead organizers.
Wei Zijin started hurrying him along two hours early.
"Have you changed?"
Wang Xiaoliang was clearing weeds from a flowerpot and did not look up. "What's the rush? It's still early."
"It's different for us." Wei Zijin was already standing at the bedroom door. "If we're late, people will gossip."
"Right, right. My wife's a fairy, and I'm the king. Of course we're different." Laughing as he spoke, he went into the bedroom to change.
When they arrived, only a handful of people were scattered around the hall. A few were hanging a banner. The registration table had just been set up, and the sign-in book had not even been unwrapped. Several people stood chatting around the table.
Wang Xiaoliang turned to glance at her.
"Be good, Your Majesty. Don't start." Wei Zijin had already understood what that glance meant.
Zeng Haiyan was inside directing people hanging the banner. The moment she spotted them, she came straight over and led them to the registration table, where she had them write down their names, workplaces, and contact details. Then she walked inside with them and settled them at the table farthest from the stage. The three of them began chatting.
After that, Zeng Haiyan took no further part in organizing anything and kept chatting with them.
People trickled in.
"Zijin, Xiaoliang, Haiyan, finding