Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 3: Where the dream begins, Xinzhou

The train arrived at Xinzhou South Station. Most of the people on this train were students, and they were all picking up their luggage and preparing to line up to get off the train.

Yang Hao and Wang Zhipeng have disappeared from Chen Xiaoman's sight.

Chen Xiaoman took off her headphones and was stunned for a while.

"Make way." Someone pushed her.

"oh oh."

Chen Xiaoman looked at her luggage still on the luggage rack and felt a little at a loss for a moment.

"Oh! You, Yang Hao, just wait for me!" Chen Xiaoman stomped her feet in anger.

Because he had a lot of stuff, in addition to a schoolbag, he also had two suitcases. When he came, Yang Hao helped him carry one bag and one suitcase. Now, she is alone.

She swore that if Yang Hao didn't apologize to her properly, she would never talk to Yang Hao again.

At this time, Yang Hao and Wang Zhipeng followed the bustling crowd, left the station and entered the subway.

Because of his poor academic performance, Wang Zhipeng went to a junior college.

Originally, there was no need for him to travel five or six hundred kilometers to Xinzhou to study at a crappy college that could be attended for a fee.

Because Yang Hao used to be Chen Xiaoman's bootlicker, when he saw Chen Xiaoman applied for Xinzhou Media College, Yang Hao also applied for the neighboring Xinzhou University of Finance and Economics. Of course, these two schools are both second-tier universities.

Wang Zhipeng and Yang Hao are close friends and they ignored their family's advice and applied to Xinzhou Vocational and Technical College next to Xinzhou University of Finance and Economics.

"Haozi, you're awesome! The way you didn't even look back just now was really cool! To be honest, I was really afraid that you would suddenly become soft. Fortunately, you didn't let me down and held on until now." Wang Zhipeng gave Yang Hao a thumbs up.

Wang Zhipeng was happy from the bottom of his heart to see his brother return to the right path.

Ever since Yang Hao became obsessed with Chen Xiaoman, he stopped playing basketball and going to the Internet cafe. He even stopped going with Chen Xiaoman after evening self-study and insisted on sending her home.

Yang Hao took out his cell phone, it was an iPhone 5, which his mother bought for him after the college entrance examination.

Originally, Yang Hao's family was not poor and was considered well-off in Yuheng City. He had no car loan or mortgage, owned a store, and had savings at home, so he had a lot of pocket money.

However, he flattered Chen Xiaoman, which made the money in his pocket a mess.

He directly opened QQ and WeChat and deleted Chen Xiaoman. He hesitated to make a decision and ended up suffering the consequences.

"That's nothing. I'll take you flying in the future." Yang Hao was in a good mood and put his arm around Wang Zhipeng's shoulders.

This is Wang Zhipeng’s first time in Xinzhou, but Yang Hao is so damn familiar with the place.

In his previous life, he studied and worked in Xinzhou for eight or nine years. Yang Hao knew which alleys were of good quality and which apartments had good services.

Xinzhou South Station is an old railway station. The subway is built outside the railway station and there is no subway inside the station.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the station with their suitcases, an old lady came to solicit customers, saying that there was a hotel here and it was very fun. They were tired from the journey and wanted to go in to rest and have a fast food meal. It would only cost a red bill.

The 18-year-old Wang Zhipeng was still an innocent little boy. Although he considered himself a seasoned man, he was still a little shy when he encountered such a thing for the first time.

Of course, he was moved.

The aunt was dressed up in heavy makeup, laughing so hard that her body shook. She pulled Wang Zhipeng's arm without saying anything, "Let's go."

Yang Hao's face was full of black lines, and he thought that with Wang Zhipeng's composure, if he was not there, he would probably leave with this old lady reluctantly.

"We are students of Xinzhou Police Academy and we are going to report there." Yang Hao said with a smile.

Anyway, when you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

Hearing this, the aunt's expression changed slightly and she silently let go of Wang Zhipeng's arm.

Then he lowered his head and walked away.

Wang Zhipeng looked at the aunt's back as she left, feeling a little disappointed.

Yang Hao cursed angrily, "How dare you go? You're a newcomer here and this place is full of good and bad people. If you really go there, you'll be in trouble if someone tricks you." Hearing this, Wang Zhipeng was also a little scared.

"If you really have an idea, I can recommend some safe locations for you when the time comes."

"Really? You have it?" Wang Zhipeng was skeptical.

Yang Hao sneered and thought to himself that it was you who gave me those addresses.

In his previous life, Wang Zhipeng came to Xinzhou and attended a fake college hundreds of kilometers away from home. Without the supervision of his parents, and with enough pocket money given by his family, he became more and more indulgent.

They almost turned the entire red-light district in Xinzhou upside down.

To this end, he created a forum called "Xinzhou Bingzi Street" on Tieba. Every weekend, Wang Zhipeng would ride his mountain bike and wander around the streets and alleys of Xinzhou, under the pretext of exploring shops.

Later, he even registered a 51 Fenglou account. Every time he visited a store, he would write a note about his experience on Fenglou and promote his products to those sisters. Those sisters also gave him discounts.

Of course, this is all later story. Now Wang Zhipeng is still a pure little boy.

Thinking of this, I seriously suspect that Wang Zhipeng’s future infertility may be related to his indulgence in recent years?
Setting foot on Xinzhou again, Yang Hao felt a lot of emotions, this is where his dream began.

The city is still the same city, and the street is still the same street.

There are many students today and the subway is crowded, so Yang Hao and Wang Zhipeng took a taxi directly to the vicinity of the school. Xinzhou Vocational and Technical College and Xinzhou University of Finance and Economics are separated by an overpass, with a straight-line distance of about 500 meters.

Arriving at the destination and looking at the dilapidated gate of the school, Yang Hao suddenly felt a sense of homesickness.

"Where's the cigarette? Give me one."

The two of them squatted on the side of the road and started smoking.

The year 14 has been quite open. In the hot summer, there are senior girls everywhere wearing black stockings and showing their long legs, trying to hook the naive and gullible junior boys.

Of course, the fundamental reason is that next door is the Xinzhou Communication University, which is known as a university with a birth rate higher than its employment rate.

Wang Zhipeng handed Yang Hao a cigarette with a smile, and lit one for himself. He looked at the long legs passing by and swallowed his saliva, "Damn, college life is good, really good."

Yang Hao smiled and said, "That's right, that's right."

"Hey, Haozi, look, isn't that Chen Xiaoman?" Wang Zhipeng, with sharp eyes, exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Hao looked and found that Chen Xiaoman was walking out from the subway entrance with a tall, pockmarked boy, talking and laughing. The boy was considerate enough to help her carry two suitcases.

Wang Zhipeng looked at Yang Hao jokingly, wanting to see something unusual in Yang Hao, but he was disappointed.

He said with great joy: "Chen Xiaoman is amazing. She just came to Xinzhou and has already hooked up with a boy. However, her aesthetic sense is flawed. That pockmarked face is disgusting. How can she kiss him?"

Yang Hao shook his head. There was no need to think. The boy with the pockmarked face must be his senior from the Media College next door.

The senior couldn’t find a partner, so he thought that with his extra year of study, he could find a junior as a partner.

Little do people know that a blacksmith must be strong himself.

People in your same grade don’t like you, but the girls in the lower grade do?
Wang Zhipeng looked at the fawning smile of the pockmarked senior, who was sweating all over and carrying two large suitcases. He couldn't help but shake his head and thought to himself, why the hell do I seem to see the shadow of Yang Hao in him?
Yang Hao stood up and stretched, then put the lighter in his pocket: "Xiangzi will think until his death that he didn't work hard enough. Okay, I'll go in first."

"Okay, contact me on WeChat if you have anything, and remember to hang out with me on the weekends."

Yang Hao waved his hand and walked into the school without looking back.

Wang Zhipeng was also carrying his luggage and walking in the opposite direction. In order to appear cool, he planned to light a cigarette. He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket and frowned, thinking, where is my lighter?

This is not a good omen, because in Yuheng, there is an old saying that "if there is smoke but no fire, the woman will be in trouble."

I searched carefully around.

"Fuck, where's my lighter?"

(End of this chapter)