The BBQ restaurant owner's shout echoed through the hall, drawing the gaze of diners from every table.
At once, the atmosphere inside the restaurant heated up as if a grand prize was about to be unveiled.
"Win a handshake and get a free meal?"
Dong Qingfeng muttered to himself, his eyebrows lifting in excitement.
He turned to Yang Sheng and Tang Fu, remembering that both girls were sports enthusiasts and stars who had shone brightly at the Fourth Middle School sports meet.
Their graceful figures had become vivid memories in the youths of many boys, dazzling the times.
Sadly, Dong Qingfeng's own athletic achievements were far from ideal.
He couldn't fight alongside them.
Back then, Dong Qingfeng, like an elegant gentleman, stood tall among the crowd, silently offering applause.
For them, and for himself.
When the competition ended, he would hold his bottle of purified water and offer it politely.
Regret often hid behind politeness.
