But to my surprise, there wasn’t a single conversation about our youth at the table. It was all bragging and flattery.
I didn’t like the atmosphere, so I got up, ready to leave. Seeing this, the class leader immediately reached out to stop me.
"Griffin, there’s nothing shameful about driving a domestic car. Don’t be in such a rush to leave," the class leader said.
Just as I was about to reply, the same female classmate who mocked me earlier shot me a disdainful glance.
"Exactly, exactly. It’s been so many years since we’ve seen each other. Don’t you want to catch up with everyone? But… judging by the looks of it, it seems no one’s really eager to talk to you."
In the end, the female classmate burst out laughing.
I looked up at her and spoke coldly, "No need. I only came this time out of respect for the class leader. In the future, don’t bother inviting me to such pointless gatherings."
As soon as I finished speaking, Malcolm, who was surrounded by everyone like the center of attention, suddenly stood up. "Griffin, what do you mean by that? Are you saying we’re not worthy of dining with you?"