Song Hemian, a freshly graduated newbie in the workforce who came out right after college, was immediately pressured by his family to get married. "Mianmian, Mom and Dad don’t want you to grow old alone. It’s fine if it’s a man or a woman." "Mianmian, Dad set you up on a blind date. Heard they even went to the same high school as you." Luckily, he was resilient and unfazed by the marriage pressure, treating each setup as a free meal. Hearing this one was from his high school—great, a class reunion then. So he went. But when he saw the man in glasses sitting in the private room, his soul trembled. He stepped back, glanced at the room number, and hesitated. "Xiao Mian." Song Hemian reflexively straightened up. The man brewing tea lifted his gentle gaze. "Long time no see." Song Hemian: "…" Wait—his eyes widened in realization. "You—" "I’m your blind date." Song Hemian: "…………" Fu Yanxiu said, "We have at least four years of shared history. We should be quite comfortable together." Song Hemian: "………………" Hard to say who’s doing worse in life here. The guilt is overwhelming. --- **Bonus Scene:** The two began wedding preparations. Groomsmen list: Math teacher, PE teacher, Physics teacher, Chemistry teacher, Chinese teacher, Dean of Discipline. Former classmates receiving invites: "……" Pure terror. The most horrifying thing ever!! "Here’s the gift money—gotta go harvest rice now, bye." --- **[Guide]** ・10-year age gap ・Refined, wealthy third-gen politics teacher top × shut-in, sunshine himbo bottom ・Lighthearted daily fluff ・Inspired by TikTok ・Don’t take it seriously—or it becomes a horror story ---