"I'm so jealous. I heard Zhang Beixing's ex-girlfriend regrets breaking up with him so much that she's practically depressed to death," someone said.
"Hahaha, serves her right. There were even rumors back then that he was all talk. How could a Grandmaster possibly be all talk?"
Voices chattered as they passed by, but Zhang Beixing, as always, smiled and nodded to everyone, waving to those he knew well.
Although his classmates were amazed by Zhang Beixing's growth, they didn't really have a clear concept of how formidable he was, since they weren't in that circle. Their attitude was simply a mix of vicarious pride and the excited interest of onlookers; they felt a sense of honor by association. So, after a wave of excited chatter, everyone dispersed. Acquaintances, as usual, laughed and joked with Zhang Beixing, and after bumming a cigarette, they waved goodbye.
Zhang Beixing walked towards the military vehicle, confirmed his identity, then got in and left.
「Soon after.」
