Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"Is this... Jiang Siming?"

"It really is him? Impossible."

"He does look a bit like him, but the change is too drastic."

"Do you think he heard us talking about him just now?"

"He definitely heard. Even a deaf person could’ve heard from this distance."

"So what? If he heard, he heard. What’s the big deal? Just because he’s not doing well, we’re not allowed to mention it?"

"Exactly. Look at what he’s wearing—who comes to a reunion in casual clothes? Is he trying to be funny?"

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The group of men quickly resumed their normal demeanor, continuing to wait for their "most important guest." As for Jiang Siming, he was already forgotten by them.

Jiang Siming walked toward the third floor, shaking his head in disappointment. This class reunion turned out exactly as he had expected—utterly disappointing.

"Sigh, why did I agree to come just because Li Yingzi asked me? Staying home to play games, collect shards, or spend time with my wife would’ve been a hundred times better than this."

Jiang Siming didn’t plan to stay long and only hoped the reunion would end quickly so he could head home.

Reaching the third floor, he found the Yaxuan room and pushed the door open.

Inside the upscale private room was a large dining table big enough to seat over thirty people. Seven or eight women were already sitting there, chatting enthusiastically.

These women were gathered around a beautiful woman seated in the center. She was dressed head-to-toe in luxury, carrying a pink Hermès bag and wearing an elegant Omega ladies’ watch on her wrist. Her wavy, permed hair and striking appearance made her stand out among the group.

To everyone present, she was a rare beauty—not only attractive but also well-dressed.

However, in Jiang Siming’s eyes, when it came to looks, Jiang Lan surpassed her by tenfold. And as for fashion sense and style, Jiang Lan outshone her by the equivalent of three Mount Everests.

This woman was Wang Xue, the class beauty from their old group.

When Jiang Siming pushed the door open, all the women looked over. The moment they saw him, their first reaction was to scream.

This level of attractiveness was something they’d only seen on television. Encountering it in real life felt like winning the lottery.

Even Wang Xue’s eyes sparkled as she flirtatiously batted her eyelashes at Jiang Siming.

"Handsome, if you accidentally walked into the wrong room, we’ll need you to compensate us by giving us your WeChat ID and phone number," Wang Xue said with a playful smile, boldly flirting in front of everyone. Her confident demeanor suggested she was quite experienced at hitting on men.

"Yeah, handsome, hand over your WeChat!"

"I’ll cut to the chase—are you single?"

"Xiao Li, you’re so thirsty!"

"Of course! All the boyfriends I’ve dated so far were useless. Not a single spark."

"Xiao Li, maybe you need a Black boyfriend. Hahaha..."

The women burst into laughter, joking and teasing one another. Their expressions lacked even a trace of the youthful shyness they might have shown around boys back in the day. Instead, each of them seemed to have become bold and brash.

The years and society had washed away their innocence, leaving behind something that felt unfamiliar—completely foreign to Jiang Siming.

For a moment, Jiang Siming felt the urge to simply close the door and leave.

In the end, he chose to step inside, taking a seat in a corner of the room’s lounge area. Silently, he lit a cigarette and said nothing.

The women were puzzled. How could someone who had entered the wrong room sit there so calmly? Could he be a waiter?

"Handsome, are you trying to use the cold and aloof persona to attract girls?" Wang Xue said with a faintly mocking smile.