"You're better than me, sleeping on the stairs," Wei Jiajie retorted, not to be outdone.
"Sleeping on the stairs is still better than hugging a sofa leg all night."
Mo Weidong and Wei Jiajie spent the most time together, and their skill in teasing each other wasn't something developed overnight.
Zhang Qiang held a beer, gulping it down. The four of them hadn't gathered like this in a long time; sometimes it was him with plans, other times Tang Jun, or Wei Jiajie and Mo Weidong were off on a business trip somewhere.
Reflecting on their high school days, the four of them were together every day, such wonderful times those were.
They were all striving hard for the college entrance exam.
"I really wish we could go back," Zhang Qiang said while drinking.
The three of them shared funny stories from the past, which only made them more nostalgic.
Before they knew it, they had all drunk too much.
