When they entered the private room, Song Jixing and Sang Xueqing finally went their separate ways.
Song Jixing looked at the men and women sitting at the table with a smile, greeting them.
Song Jixing majored in a less commonly studied language. Few people chose this major, most were aiming to become diplomats abroad or just coast through college.
The country whose language she studied was very small, with only 10 million people. It was a country most people had never heard of.
She remembered there were more than a dozen students when the semester started. After the first year exams many transferred to other majors, leaving only a few students.
Why did she choose to major in a niche language initially? She heard a teacher touting it - saying eating the government's food was an iron rice bowl, with less competition, earlier retirement, and better benefits!
The career path for niche language majors was to work abroad. Very few stayed in China.
Also, the tuition for niche language majors was very low, with generous scholarships.
Only after choosing this major did Song Jixing realize how difficult it was.
When she encountered articles she couldn't understand, even searching online yielded no translations. The most authoritative translators were still her professors. She frequently got a sore tongue from reading foreign languages.
After transmigrating to the cultivation world, the niche language she had studied gradually faded over her long cultivation journey.
The iron rice bowl couldn't be kept either!
But cultivation had its own benefits too. Cultivators had memories hundreds of times better than ordinary people. Just one read through and they could recite everything.
If Song Jixing wished, she could easily relearn the niche language she had studied, or even pick up several more languages, becoming a walking human translator.
Too bad her niche language dreams were dashed!
Regarding Song Jixing's acting career, her classmates all knew about it. They also knew of Song Jixing's family circumstances, that she had grown up in an orphanage.
But Song Jixing had never missed a class because of filming. Her grades were always at the top of the class, which made her classmates very admiring.
In retrospect, her lack of socializing in college now had a reasonable explanation. She was an extremely responsible person. Aside from attending classes, all her spare time was spent on her own career, even exercising.
Step by step, this led to her meteoric rise today!
The boy seated closest to Song Jixing's left raised his glass first. Going around the table from left to right, they took turns toasting. After toasting one person, he would take a drink. By the time it was Song Jixing's turn, he was on his second glass.
"Song Jixing! I wish you... great success and fame in the future! Becoming a household name celebrity! When that happens I will definitely take out our graduation photo and show it off to people around me, pointing at you and telling them, look, Song Jixing was my classmate..." the class president drunkenly declared, his face flushed from drinking.
Hearing this, the other classmates laughed along.
"Class president, no need to wait until the future, she's already a huge star now!"
"That's right, Song Jixing is already an amazing celebrity!"
Her classmates were just showing their support in a nice way. Song Jixing could feel their good intentions. She also raised her glass to toast the class president in return.
"Thank you, I wish you a bright future ahead! Smooth sailing all the way." Song Jixing said and finished her fruit juice.
The class reunion didn't force everyone to drink alcohol. The room had all kinds of fruit juices and drinks available for people to choose freely.
Going around the table, whether drinking water or alcohol, everyone had several drinks and made countless graduation wishes.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" One person said, opening the door to the private room, revealing a corner of yellow clothing at the door.
Seeing the door open, the owner of that yellow corner peeked in further.
Song Jixing remained seated, with no intention of looking back.
She was aware of Sang Xueqing's location and little actions the entire time.
Although she now had spiritual energy in her body, with power comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage far surpassing ordinary people, she hadn't even touched the door when it came to human interactions.
Previously at the marathon, she had received quite a bit of spiritual energy from the young female volunteers by the roadside too. But none of those girls kept finding her and coming to see her like this. This was what puzzled Song Jixing.
Soon the door to the private room closed again and the yellow corner disappeared from sight.
Aside from the meal, the class president had also prepared some entertainment activities.
Next to the restaurant were places like pool halls, karaoke boxes, etc.
The class president, who could hardly walk straight, dragged the male classmates next to him as he swaggered over, loudly proclaiming, "Don't stand on ceremony with me folks, these places all belong to my family. Feel free to play to your heart's content, it's my treat!"
"Class prez is so generous!"
"You were hiding your family's shops here in the mall pretty deep class prez! Only finding out now at graduation that your family owns over a dozen stores here, damn!" The other classmates chimed in. Their expressions didn't change much and nobody tried to curry favor.
Song Jixing stood at the back of the crowd. She suddenly recalled something she had heard before. People said many who chose to major in niche languages came from well-off families. That's why they would pick majors with poor job prospects.
Song Jixing didn't believe it at first, since she was very poor herself. But now, it seemed there was some truth to it.
Two female classmates enthusiastically beckoned her over. Song Jixing also went to sit for a bit, watching everyone sing and chat. She participated a little.
Until someone from the private room came to find Song Jixing, saying Sang Xueqing had drunk too much and needed her help.
Hearing this, Song Jixing hurried over and saw Sang Xueqing again, her cheeks flushed red.
But it was different kind of rosy color this time. Sang Xueqing's eyes were opened wide, with an exceptionally sweet smile at the corners of her lips.
"You came!" Sang Xueqing said with a smile seeing Song Jixing, exuding alcohol fumes as she threw herself at Song Jixing.
Song Jixing grabbed her arm with one hand, holding her up.
The girl who had called Song Jixing over explained what happened, "She said that since she was drunk she was going to find you! And have you take her home."
Song Jixing nodded, not rejecting the request. Supporting Sang Xueqing, she went outside the private room and called Xu Kai while channeling some spiritual energy into Sang Xueqing's body to help sober her up a bit.
It was more dangerous for drunk girls, better to wake her up some.
On the other end, Xu Kai, who was partying hard at a nightclub, answered the call in disbelief, "You're asking me if I have Sang Xueqing's manager's number? How would I have that?"
They were rival companies!
Who would save their competitor's number in their phone?
Song Jixing: "Sang Xueqing is drunk, I'm taking her home!"
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Half an hour later, Xu Kai drove to the entrance of the mall and picked up Song Jixing and Sang Xueqing, planning to take Sang Xueqing home.
The entire ride Sang Xueqing was very quiet, eyes closed, leaning against Song Jixing's arm.
When they arrived at the villa, Xu Kai made a call. Then a middle-aged woman in house clothes came out and supported Sang Xueqing, preparing to bring her inside.
The car stopped just steps away from the house entrance. They were about to part ways immediately.
Like throwing a drunken tantrum, Sang Xueqing suddenly grabbed Song Jixing's arm. Squinting, she slurred, "Song Jixing, I really like you."
The cigarette Xu Kai had pinched between his lips, ready to light, fell directly to the floor...
