The girl had already stood up, lips pressed together, her expression a little shy, but fortunately, there was still a hint of a smile on her face. “Hello! I’m Sarah Carter, please come in!”

She was a very delicate and pretty girl.

Her hair was cut short, just about to her chin, a bit like the student hairstyles of girls from the Republican era. She wore a short, light pink woolen coat on top, black-and-white checkered pants on the bottom, and a pair of round-toed little leather shoes on her feet.

She was a bit shorter than her sister William Carter, about 1.65 or 1.66 meters tall.

Honestly, as girls, the two sisters were really not short at all; the older sister William Carter could even be considered quite tall!

The two of them shared about seventy or eighty percent resemblance in their features, but unlike William Carter’s cool and elegant aura, this one’s looks and temperament were entirely in the delicate and pure category—especially when she pressed her lips together and looked over with a polite smile, legs together, hands clasped behind her back. It was an indescribable, utterly pure look.

David Brooks closed the door and walked in. The girl had already picked up the teapot, poured tea into the empty cup, and after putting down the teapot, even pushed it toward him, her eyes sizing him up. “Please have some tea!”

“Thank you!”

David Brooks reached out with a polite gesture, and his fondness for the girl instantly grew a bit more. At the very least, this was what you’d call polite, right?

The girl kept staring at him, eyes fixed, who knows what she was thinking.

So David Brooks simply looked at her openly as well, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed, as if the original owner had met this girl before. “Uh… you look kind of… familiar?”

Hearing this, the girl pressed her lips together and smiled shyly. When she smiled, her eyes curved slightly, suddenly giving off an indescribably sweet feeling. “We both went to No. 1 High School. I was a year below you!”

“Oh!”

No wonder. The girl was pretty enough that, even if the old David Brooks was clueless back then, he would have paid extra attention to such a pretty girl if he ran into her at school, so naturally, he’d have some memory of her.

However, this was a bit surprising.

David Brooks had originally thought the girl was probably two or three years younger than her sister, but unexpectedly, she was actually a year below him. “So you’re… still in your third year of high school?”

The girl nodded.

For a moment, David Brooks was at a loss for words.

Isn’t this… nonsense!

Who would have a girl still in high school, especially with only half a year left before the college entrance exam, go on a blind date?

This was ruining someone’s future!

But he quickly came to his senses—it was obvious this was her father’s idea.

And locally, at this time, it didn’t really seem all that wrong.

In this era, there was no nine-year compulsory education. Elementary school was five years, and you had to take an entrance exam to get into middle school, so quite a few people stopped studying after elementary school. Getting into high school from middle school was even harder, so some people stopped after middle school. Getting into college from high school was even more difficult, and before the university enrollment expansion policy, getting into a junior college already made you an outstanding student.

For ordinary families, kids usually started having arranged blind dates at fourteen or fifteen.

In fact, in this era, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to drop out in their first or second year of high school. Why? To get married!

It wasn’t rare for people to have weddings at sixteen or seventeen, or seventeen or eighteen. If they weren’t old enough, they’d just wait a few years to get the marriage certificate, but still have kids as usual—in fact, in his previous life, David Brooks really did have a colleague like that: he was thirty, and his parents were only forty-six or forty-seven.

In Fuping County in this era, it was actually the rare group who only started looking for a partner after graduating college in their twenties and didn’t get married until twenty-five or twenty-six. Otherwise, who do you think all those slogans on the walls along the roadsides, calling for late marriage and late childbirth, were aimed at?

And in fact, David Brooks had to admit, after just a moment’s hesitation: he really liked this girl!

Her figure and looks were in no way inferior to her sister’s, and she seemed gentle by nature, at least without that air of arrogance her sister had after studying in the capital for a few years!

So he couldn’t help but stare at her, soon making the girl blush a little.

Suddenly, she raised her hand. “Why don’t we sit down and talk?”

Only then did David Brooks snap out of it, realizing that ever since he’d come in, the two of them had been standing and talking the whole time. “Oh… sure!”

She didn’t sit directly across from him by the window like her sister had. Since she’d been standing on one side of the table, she just sat back down there, ending up sitting right next to David Brooks.

She picked up her teacup and took a small sip, organized her thoughts a bit, and then David Brooks took the initiative to speak: “There’s no need for me to say much about the reason—we’re here for a blind date today. Mainly, it’s for you to see me and get to know me a bit. I don’t know what you want to ask, so why don’t we… get started?”

But the girl shook her head. After lowering her head for a moment, she looked up, her clear, bright eyes meeting David Brooks’s gaze. She said, “Actually… you were quite famous at No. 1 High School. I’ve heard a lot about you. There were even several girls in my class who wrote you love letters.”