And don’t get started—Han Xiaoyue’s three roommates were all quite good-looking, and their laughter was very pleasant to hear.
"Do you know what my first class in college was?"
"What? I have no idea!" Xiaoyue asked in surprise.
"Being scamd!" Wang Hao said with a sorrowful expression, "On my first day of school, one of my roommates got a bad stomach and was frantically running to the toilet, so I accompanied him to the campus hospital to get an IV. That little nurse with the arched eyebrows poked around several tis without finding a vein, then left us with a ’wait a mont’ and hurried away."
"About thirty seconds later, she ca back cool as a cucumber but with a different mask on, explaining that ’the previous one was a dical intern."
"Pfft!"
The fastest to react, Xiaoyue, had already started laughing, while the other three girls took a mont to catch on, then also began giggling.
"So both nurses before and after were the sa person?"
"She’s pretty astute... but how did you know it was the sa person, senior?"
Wang Hao didn’t explain further; he just knew it was the sa person: "Maybe it was the second day of school, there ca a ’senior’ peddling English newspapers. You’ve all subscribed to those kinds of papers in high school, right? The New Concept English Weekly... Back then, I had so ambition and couldn’t resist the temptation to subscribe. Guess what... I never received a single newspaper during my entire college life!"
"Afterward, I saw on the forum that the guy had been caught, and that’s when I rembered I’d been scamd. Luckily, it was only a little bit of money."
"Even if I had gotten those newspapers, I would’ve been too lazy to read them. Life’s highs and lows co too quickly."
"Aaaaahhh, soone just ca to sell newspapers!" one of the girls frantically ruffled her hair, her face wrinkled into a frown.
She patted her flat chest, "Luckily, I didn’t subscribe, because I hate English the most!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Hao paused for a second, then said with a smile, "Ah, this is tricky, but going to the security office to report it wouldn’t be a problem... What if that scamr cos back again?"
"Right, let’s not go to the cafeteria. I’ll treat you to a al at a restaurant, starting military training tomorrow, let’s have a good al!"
One girl with glasses said, "We’ll be tanned like charcoal in a few days! Luckily, it’s been a bit cooler these days, I really don’t want to do military training."
"Yeah, I really don’t want to do military training."
Surrounded by the graceful presence, Wang Hao felt as if he were back in his student days, full of vigor, with a naive and romantic mood, looking forward to the endless possibilities of the future.
At this mont, he had already left the campus and faced the freshn with a more mature aura.
After lunch, they went to the neighboring Tabletop Gas Association to play so board gas for a while.
The school’s Tabletop Gas Association was one of the more well-developed clubs. Gas like Werewolf and UNO were quite common, but Wang Hao’s favorite was a ga called "Bomberman," which required both luck and strategy, and additionally, it was a great way to relax.
"Club? Actually, I joined two clubs, one was the Tabletop Gas Association, and the other was specifically for studying ’Dream of the Red Chamber’..."
Speaking of "Dream of the Red Chamber," Wang Hao could get quite excited as this masterpiece is an incomplete novel, leaving countless people yearning for its missing ending.
The topic was a bit deep, but fortunately, the girls from prestigious schools needed to know so basic plot points to cope with their college entrance exams.
"The armless Venus, as if she found her missing arm, only to see that it was just bones with no flesh, utterly mismatched with Venus’s body, yet the break was seamlessly fitted. What I’m referring to is the ’Gengchen Edition,’ the continuation by Gao E after the original by Cao Xueqin, which artistically degraded a level..."
"Isn’t the mainstream ’Redology’ not talking about the ’Gengchen Edition’?" asked a girl with glasses.
"What’s mainstream? It’s just reading a novel. I only talk about what I like. Whatever I like is the truth in my heart."
Han Xiaoyue said, "But that version is really tragic, although it’s indeed wildly imaginative."
Wang Hao sighed, "In this world, artworks that are eternally immortal are usually tragedies. Cao Xueqin might not even be the original author. Who really wrote this book, the truth is subrged in the annals of history. Alright, enough of that, let’s get Bomberman started!"
The joyous tis are always fleeting and after dinner, Wang Hao decided to head ho.
Before he left, a girl with glasses took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Senior, add on WeChat, okay?"
Students these days sure are bold!
Must be because I, Wang Hao, am both handso and wealthy.
Han Xiaoyue caught up, teasing, "Military training is coming up, I don’t know about others, but I’m already crying to death."
"I used to think of my brother as a confidant, but turns out he’s not just my confidant, and I feared yesterday’s suspicions might have already led to his annoyance. I guess I’m not as pretty as the other girls and I just end up being annoying with my chatter."
"Cough cough, speak human language!"
She laughed and said, "You’re so good at flirting, how co you’re still single? Why not pick one to take back with you?"
"Perhaps I, Wang Hao, only like the big-breasted, long-legged, fun personality types... my standards are too high. Your roommates, every one of them is flat, not interesting at all."
Han Xiaoyue looked down at her own toes and then laughed again.
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