"Old Ji, there's really no need to put up a strong front in front of us old classmates. Just let it all out, are we going to laugh at you? Nope."
Zhao Xiaohui couldn't help but pat Ji Xiuwen's shoulder and sighed: "Among our group, after graduation, apart from a few who are doing okay, the rest of us are pretty much stuck.
You and Lu Xuan went to the Health Center, and I'm stuck dispensing medicine at the District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Who knows when I might move up to be an assistant."
"Zhao Xiaohui is right, if there's something bothering you, just say it. Which of us old classmates doesn't know each other's situation!"
"We're all in the same boat here, no need to act like it doesn't matter. You're just making it harder on us old friends."
"Really, just speak your mind. If you're pissed, curse a little. We're here to vent about the ups and downs of the past six months, right?"
