"Hello, my name is Jason."
On the seventh floor, Zhang Jing was about to open his room door when a short-haired, white young man greeted him familiarly.
"Hello, Zhang Jing."
"I just checked in this morning with seven or eight roommates. We're having a BBQ party on the beach. Want to come along?"
"Sure."
Zhang Jing readily agreed, locked his backpack in the room, and, holding Congmingdou's hand, followed Jason out of the hotel to the nearby beach. The beach was bustling in the evening, the air filled with the aroma of food.
Far back on the beach, there was a designated area for barbecues, where grills, food, and charcoal could be rented.
When Zhang Jing and Jason arrived, the other seven people were already there.
Nine people in total: six men and three women, two African Americans,
