In the middle of the night, Xiaozhao woke up and suddenly sat up in bed.
He seed to roll his eyes, then suddenly sprang up, jumped off the bed, and rushed straight to the bathroom, where he vomited for a while before staggering out.
Chen Yan had already handed over an opened bottle of mineral water. This guy took it, drank a few gulps, and then lay back down on the bed.
This ti, he slept soundly through the night until dawn.
In the morning, Zhao Shanhe woke up again, turned his head, and saw Chen Yan on the next bed happily chewing on a bag of at buns.
Zhao Shanhe imdiately sat up, leaned over, and reached out to grab the at buns.
"Godfather! Share one with !"
Chen Yan sighed, letting the guy grab a bun, and kindly offered a bag of soy milk as well.
Seeing Zhao Shanhe finished eating two buns and drank the bag of soy milk, Chen Yan then threw over the pack of cigarettes from the bedside—it was taken from Zhao Shanhe’s pocket the night before.
"You’ve drunk, vomited, and woken up; now you can talk—stop putting on this drama, just tell what’s going on." Chen Yan’s tone was very composed.
Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette, took a few lancholic puffs, and said: "Bro, tell ... why are so won so foolish..."
After finishing a few cigarettes, Chen Yan finally understood what Zhao Shanhe was dealing with.
Actually, it’s quite simple, just two words: won.
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Zhao Shanhe is generally very good at handling things and getting along with people, but his weakness lies in romantic relationships.
Now, in his senior year, Zhao Shanhe was about to graduate.
He hadn’t looked for any internship, planning instead to just stick it out until graduation and return ho to inherit his parents’ business.
In fact, it ant going to the Great National Heng Inn, becoming a group leader.
Zhao Shanhe’s parents had been doing this for many years at the Great National Heng Inn, running a couple’s shop and even setting up a performing arts company, and after years of operation, they had established a decent scale.
The family business wasn’t enough to make Zhao Shanhe a second-generation-rich, but it was a well-off family.
Zhao Shanhe originally planned to return ho after getting his graduation certificate and diploma in a month. But in his final year, perhaps bored with stillness, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency for not having had a romantic relationship during his four years of university.
So he transford into a young man in pursuit of love, hoping to experience a passionate romance before graduating, leaving no regrets.
He had his eyes set on a "younger schoolmate."
A girl from the sa school, who had appeared a few tis in Zhao Shanhe’s student work circle, had taken up so part-ti jobs to make so money to support her living expenses.
Generally speaking, those who choose to work part-ti to support their studies in college don’t co from well-off families—nowadays, university students don’t really focus on working to support themselves as a form of self-developnt; most from slightly better-off families with living allowances rarely choose to endure hard labor.
They can be workhorses after graduation, so why rush to be one before graduating?
The part-ti student circle Zhao Shanhe ford consisted mainly of students living near the poverty line.
This "younger schoolmate" was one of them.
Her family situation was generally said to be quite ordinary.
Specifically, it was:
A father who drinks too much, a mother fond of gambling, a brother in school, and a fragnted self.
Zhao Shanhe told Chen Yan that this girl was very simple, very beautiful, and at the sa ti, very strong.
Despite her background, and a dysfunctional family, she didn’t give up on herself, was extrely hardworking and eager to learn, and at the sa ti gentle.
She was not good with words, inherently kind...
In any case, all the words Zhao Shanhe used to describe her to Chen Yan were positive ones.
Zhao Shanhe had been quietly fond of this younger schoolmate for a long ti, so when she was working part-ti, he would secretly take care of her, trying to arrange more lucrative but less strenuous jobs for her.
The girl was grateful to Zhao Shanhe and actively invited him to a al—at the school cafeteria, using her al card.
About that al, well, the girl got herself two stead buns and so soup, and got Zhao Shanhe four dishes and a soup: braised pork, soy sauce duck, plus braised eggplant, and spicy shredded potatoes.
Just that one al won Zhao Shanhe over completely.
"She really has it tough..." Zhao Shanhe said as his fingers trembled with the cigarette.
Chen Yan strained his face, preventing himself from bursting into laughter.
Naturally, Zhao Shanhe’s inner heroism soared, and he imdiately took the girl’s buns and pushed the four dishes and soup in front of her, also took her al card and went to the counter to top it up with two thousand.
Lately, when the girl was working one day, she had a minor accident. While distributing flyers, she went missing.
Zhao Shanhe called all afternoon, couldn’t reach her, and finally got worried, riding a shared bike for several blocks until he found this younger schoolmate sitting by the river near a community entrance.
The girl was tearfully sitting by the roadside next to the river, with a stack of un-distributed flyers beside her—most of the flyers had ended up floating on the river’s surface.
The girl tearfully told Zhao Shanhe that she accidentally fell, and the flyers went into the river, leaving her task unfinished.
She then started blaming herself, saying things like how useless she was.
Zhao Shanhe asked her why she didn’t answer the phone.
The girl took out her worn-out secondhand phone and told Zhao Shanhe that it got broken.
That worn-out phone was probably a model from at least five or six years ago—and with today’s configuration, it likely equated to a phone for the elderly.
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