David Miller didn’t speak. He actually didn’t care whether any trouble would arise; he was just wondering if he might bring trouble to others.

“Go on, there’s someone you most want to see.” Eric Turner said. He was quite willing to chat with David Miller and have a good drink together in the end.

David Miller was speechless. It seemed he had misunderstood—there wasn’t anyone he most wanted to see; as long as no drama was stirred up, that was good enough.

“There are still some classmates from the experimental class who weren’t selected, and some who haven’t left yet—they’re still in this city,” David Miller told him.

Eric Turner said, “I’ll notify everyone, but some people are watching you, wanting to know if you’ll go or not.”

Those chosen to go to the new star and those staying behind on the old earth were all quite familiar with each other, and many had good relationships, but gatherings like this still felt a bit strange.

“All right, I’ll go.” David Miller nodded.

As soon as Eric Turner left, Brian Carter called: “Old Wang, they’re having a get-together and invited me too. I’m really conflicted—I’m not going to the new star, just to New Moon. Are you going?”

David Miller first corrected how he was addressed, then said, “You’re standing on the moon above their heads, looking down at them every day. What’s there to be conflicted about? Come pick me up tonight and we’ll go together.”

Brian Carter immediately shouted cheerfully, “Great, I was just waiting for you to say that! Honestly, I was afraid you wouldn’t go!”

Chapter 009: Classmates

Brian Carter drove over and picked up David Miller, heading out of the campus.

His family was in business and well-off; he’d had his own car for years already.

On an autumn afternoon, the sky was clear and high, that fresh azure blue seeming to pour down and purify the whole city.

“Aren’t we heading over a bit too early?” Brian Carter asked.

“It’s not early; we’ll get there just in time.” David Miller looked out the car window.

The city was a mix of old and new: ancient relics from past eras, like stone towers that had stood for centuries, exuding an air of antiquity, and clusters of skyscrapers, row upon row, bustling and modern.

Near the business district, there were lots of pedestrians, heavy traffic, and a bit of congestion.

“I’m about to leave. I never felt anything living here before, but now I suddenly feel a bit reluctant to go.” Brian Carter sighed, feeling empty inside.

David Miller said, “Once you make it, you’ll be able to travel freely between the new and old places. By then, none of this will be a problem.”

There were many ancient ginkgo trees lining the road, their yellow leaves fluttering down to form a thick golden carpet in the sunlight—truly beautiful.

Among the ginkgoes were also plenty of maples, their fiery red leaves stretching in clusters, as vibrant as a sky full of sunset clouds.

In this season, the grass and trees began to yellow, and most of the beautiful flowers had withered, showing the bleakness of autumn.

Yet the golden ginkgoes and blazing red maples along the city roads were so brilliant and exuberant, giving a completely opposite feeling.

In this season, both warmth and chill coexisted in the same city.

The gathering wasn’t in the city center. Brian Carter drove steadily to a villa district atop a hill outside the city, where the scenery was beautiful and the whole city could be overlooked.

Although most of the classmates heading to the new star were low-key, some had impressive backgrounds, so choosing this place wasn’t surprising.

The rented villa was on the highest of these low hills, covering several acres, with a huge lawn and even a swimming pool.

In addition, there were actually two helipads on the hilltop.

Brian Carter immediately spotted two silver flying saucers parked over there, their lines sleek and beautiful, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“Don’t compare yourself to aliens at this stage,” David Miller laughed.

Brian Carter realized that was true and burst out laughing. He’d never thought about it before, but now that he considered it, there really were quite a few aliens among his classmates.

Grace Cooper walked over, just in time to hear their conversation.

“David Miller, you’re pretty handsome and dashing, with clear eyes, but your mouth is so unkind. The way you talk makes it sound like we’re some kind of alien species.”

She was lively and energetic, standing tall and graceful. Her short skirt with bare shoulders showed off her long, straight legs—youthful and full of vitality.

“Every time we meet lately, you compliment me. First you said I was dazzling, and today you’re calling me handsome. It’s making me nervous—do you have some bad intentions toward me?”

Grace Cooper was young and pretty, but definitely not as thin-skinned as a teenage girl—she was quite composed. “Don’t change the subject.”

Emily Thompson, who had a scholarly air and was always quiet, also spoke up with a smile: “I heard it too. You called us aliens, but our ancestral homes are all on the old earth—this is our hometown. How are we aliens?”

David Miller clasped his hands in apology as he laughed, walking with them onto the huge lawn.

“David Miller, over here!”

“You dare call me an alien? Come on, let’s see if you’ve gotten any stronger, made any breakthroughs in martial arts. If not, get ready for the few of us to team up and teach you a lesson.”

People kept greeting him along the way. David Miller was naturally familiar with them all, chatting and laughing, instantly blending in.

On the lawn, the barbecue grills were already set up, and the buffet food was being laid out on the long tables.