As soon as the girls sat down, the village head revealed a sly and cunning expression.
"Mr. Zhang, these girls in our village are about the same age as you. Do you recognize any of them? Maybe you even went to school together at some point."
Upon hearing the village head's words, Zhang Xiaowei's gaze swept over the girls one by one.
And sure enough, there were a few faces that looked vaguely familiar.
After giving it some thought, he realized that the familiar faces were all from his middle school days.
It was just that rural kids often dropped out early, and very few would continue on to high school, let alone to college.
Also, since the two villages didn't get along too well and rarely interacted, their relationships were just so-so.
Not to mention, so many years had passed since then.
These girls were no longer the green, unripe-looking girls of those years; they had all matured, becoming poised and confident, to the point where Zhang Xiaowei hardly dared recognize them.
