My name is Gao Po.

It was the first year of high school at that time, and we were all very young.

That was an era before the Internet and no mobile phones. According to today's point of view, the programs played on TV in the past were monotonous and boring, but we liked them very much, and they were also one of the most important ways to understand and recognize love.

We also like to read books and romance novels, mainly Qiong Yao and Cen Kailun.

We also like Fang Guozhen’s poems and songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan. If we couldn’t afford a Walkman or a tape, we would use a notebook to copy the lyrics, one after another, one after another.

Zhu Yajun has a very masculine name. She is my deskmate and has excellent academic performance.

When I was a freshman in high school, my grades were pretty good and I ranked in the middle of the class. I was good but not good enough, so the teacher asked me to sit next to her.

I am the most handsome boy in the class and I am also good at sports. Every time I play basketball, she will cheer me on.

Later, she became my girlfriend.

It's limited to kissing on the mouth and holding hands.

After the college entrance examination, I failed. My family had some connections and allowed me to transfer to a technical school.

Although we were in two places, we still kept in touch with each other by letters. At the end of the first semester, Zhu Yajun went home, and I asked her out to watch a movie. That night...she became my woman.

I know she likes me, but I don't know if it means real love.

She said it bluntly many times: she must become a truly superior person.

My understanding of the word "upper class" means rich, a lot of money.

Zhu Yajun's understanding is much wider than mine. While "rich", he also needs to be "powerful".

After five years of college, she came back.

I am a worker in an auto repair shop, and she is an intern in a hospital.

At that time, she had as much as 40,000 yuan in savings. More importantly, her family had no idea that she had such a sum of money.

That money did not come from her family.

Zhu Yajun's parents are both working-class people, and his ancestors did not leave any inheritance.

That night she was drunk, lying in my arms, and told me this secret.

As for the source of the money... I don't dare to think about it, and I don't want to think about it.

God knows what kind of life she lived in college.
Chapter completed!