I was walking my dog in the neighborhood when a handsome guy in a Maybach pulled up and asked if my dog was for sale. "Not sold separately," I said. He hesitated for a moment, then drove off. My dog and I watched his taillights with longing. I was furious, yelling at the empty street: "Sold separately! Sold separately! Damn it! You scumbag, you weren't even serious about buying!" Unexpectedly, his car stopped, and the door opened... My dog broke free from my grip and jumped right in. The handsome guy looked at my dumbfounded face and asked, "Aren't you jumping in too?" 1 I was walking my Samoyed, Snowball, in the neighborhood. He was running like crazy! I held the leash, panting behind him, almost dying from exhaustion. Then we ran out to the main road outside the complex. He suddenly stopped, staring at the endless stream of cars, drooling. We both stared. Both dreaming of striking it rich. Snowball has a quirk: he's a gold digger. He loves luxury cars. Time and time again, he tries to climb into the passenger seat of a fancy car, leave me behind, and live the good life. But I keep a tight leash on him. I've never let him succeed. 2 Now, he looked at those luxury cars with longing, his face full of grievance. I live in a high-end neighborhood. There's a large villa area nearby, so there are lots of luxury cars. I told Snowball, "Snowball, stop looking. I won't let you live the good life alone." He rolled his eyes at me. I chuckled. It's like he understands me. I pulled him. "Let's go, to the park. We still have to run a lap today." He wouldn't budge. Suddenly, a Maybach S680 Haute Voiture stopped right in front of us. 3 Snowball and I were both stunned by the magnificent car body. Then we were stunned again by the exceptionally handsome and seductive face revealed as the window rolled down! Damn, men can drive Maybachs just on their looks now? What excuse do Snowball and I have not to work hard! People better looking than you are working harder than you. I decided right then: I'm taking Snowball for plastic surgery when we get home. The handsome guy slowly blew a smoke ring, looked at me, then at Snowball. Snowball and I looked at him with excitement. I even wondered how to get his number, maybe he could introduce me to a single, rich, handsome guy. In our standoff, the handsome guy spoke first: "Beautiful, is your dog for sale?" 4 Snowball excitedly chased his tail, delirious with joy. He whined coquettishly at the handsome guy, then barked loudly at me, trying to break free from the leash. I was furious. Raised this dog for nothing. But I put on my gentlest smile: "Not sold separately." I pointed at the dog, then at myself: "Must be bundled." Handsome guy: "Bundling is unfair competition. It violates antitrust laws." He looked ready to step on the gas and leave. I had a flash of wit, barked once, and asked: "Handsome, which one do you want to buy?" Snowball was completely enraged, barking madly at me, cursing up a storm in dog language. I pretended not to hear. The handsome guy shook his head, rolled up the window, and magnificently... drove away! 5 Snowball and I were dumbfounded. He stopped barking. I stopped being sassy. We watched the Maybach's taillights, feeling like its exhaust fumes smelled of money. This was the closest we'd ever been to wealth. Snapping out of it, I immediately cursed at the distant car: "Sold separately! Sold separately! Damn it! Scumbag, you weren't even serious about buying!" "Damn it all, you think just because you're good-looking, this lady cares about your money? Pfft! I'm not that kind of person!" "If God gave me another chance, I would firmly say—" The car slowly stopped again. Just then, a bus stopped in front of me. The driver yelled: "Miss, dogs aren't allowed on the bus." I looked and saw the Maybach had stopped in the bus lane... I stuck out my tongue, apologized, and quickly chased after Snowball. 6 The handsome guy opened the passenger door, and Snowball jumped right in. I wanted to jump in too, but the passenger seat was occupied by an 80-pound dog. No room for me. The handsome guy opened the driver's door and got out. Wow, not just a pretty face, but tall too. Gold digging requirements are really high these days. Wait, what am I saying? Gold digging is wrong! The handsome guy smiled at me. That smile was soul-snatching. I said firmly: "Bro, sold separately, sold separately. Where do you live? I can go with you, stay with him for a while to help him adjust. Let's exchange numbers? I'll send you his habits and preferences." Handsome guy: "Student Sarah Shen, don't you recognize me?" My eyes widened like saucers. I didn't remember such a handsome classmate. I wanted to slap myself. Stupid brain, think! Who is he? I put on a sudden realization face and exclaimed: "Ah! It's you! OMG, I didn't expect it to be you! What a coincidence to meet here! My god!" He was also pleasantly surprised: "I really didn't expect to meet you right after returning to the country!" 7 I asked: "OMG, you went abroad? You're amazing!" He smiled: "Can't compare to you. You scored so well, got into a good university without going abroad." So he was a high school classmate, grades worse than mine. No wonder I didn't recognize him. Who is this guy? I racked my brain, then asked: "So you're back to work now?" He thought for a moment and said: "Sort of." I invited warmly: "Then come back quickly. Policies are good now, you can work on weekends too. $150 a week. We caught a good time." He laughed: "You're still so cute." ??? Who is he? Even after dragging the unsold Snowball home, I couldn't remember. Did he get plastic surgery? I need to ask which clinic he went to. It's too successful; I have zero impression of his old face. 8 Luckily, we added each other on WeChat. But his account showed he had tried to add me years ago. Back then, I had just gained my freedom (from high school) and was very guarded. I rejected all strangers. He had applied several times. Mom, I was such an arrogant little nun back then. I searched his WeChat ID, and sure enough, he was in the high school alumni group. But not in the class group, so just same year, different class. I quickly screenshotted his profile and sent it to my bestie, asking who he was. Bestie replied instantly: "Eh, why are you curious about him?" Me: "??? Is he famous? Do I know him?" I told her about meeting him today. Bestie laughed for a while and said: "He was a legend in our school too. But you only cared about studying back then. Even if I told you, you wouldn't have paid attention." So I didn't know him, right? Turns out he was Luke Lu from Section A.
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