There are many... no, to be precise, there should be hundreds of boys standing around the road. Two or three of them formed a group, or four or five gathered together. There were also some guys with arrogant expressions, obviously disdain and aloof between their eyebrows and eyes, waiting in the corner with cold faces.

This may be a rebellious youth! No one thinks he is worse than others, and no one thinks he is not inferior to any opponent. Although they all have the same purpose, no one knows whether the goal will favor you or him or me? The word "open and secretly fight" is indeed not suitable for young people in their twenties. But this situation does exist. At least, this is what Zhao Yi sees.

Some people are whispering, some are talking about something fiercely and enthusiastically. Noisy and chaotic sounds are heard from a certain corner from time to time, and sometimes inexplicable laughter will burst out from the crowd. People standing in the distance either frown and displeasure, or are interested in finding out, and some people have a disdainful expression on their faces. More, they are indifferent and indifferent indifference.

A group of young and beautiful girls slowly walked over from a distance. They were holding various styles of tableware in their hands, chirping and laughing like birds. They were basically about 1.75 meters tall, tall and beautiful, and their slender necks were as elegant as white swans. Their long hair was tied behind their heads and piled up into carefully coiled black buns. They basically had no makeup or just applied a little thin powder, but they released a charm that was enough to make all men feel turbulent.

In addition to the face, the most noteworthy part of a woman's body is her figure. This can greatly make up for the loss of appearance. Especially for the group of girls in front of her who are obviously professional in dance, after a long period of training, a well-proportioned and soft waist and legs, the biggest highlight of them.

Zhao Yi felt dazzled———Thousands of women passed by, feeling like they were participating in a grand parade. They were competing for beauty, and no one wanted to lose to each other. The rich aroma of L'Oreal and Estee Lauder was wafting in the air, expensive Chanel silk long skirts, professionally designed elle hot pants and shirts. While walking and swinging his arms, you can even glimpse the "Victoria's Secret" underwear tightly wrapped around the ru room through the low "V" neckline.

The open and secret struggle between women is obviously not distinguished by environment and age. Although they are all girls in their twenties, most of them have brand-name bags such as "lv" or "Guqi". This made Zhao Yi feel helpless - he didn't understand that the size and shape of the handbags could only be placed in a makeup box the size of a palm, but they were cherished by girls as treasures. The late survivor teachers said it was true - women are indeed the most unreasonable animals in the world.

Especially when the pairs of eyes covered with thick mascara and various eye shadows glanced at the male onlookers on both sides of the road, they always had obvious pride and contempt.

"These girls look pretty good, what do you think?"

Zhao Yi turned around unexpectedly. He didn't expect that in this completely unfamiliar place, someone would take the initiative to talk to him at this time.

It was a boy who was about the same age as himself, but very fat.

His real weight could not be seen with the naked eye, but he was about 1.7 meters tall. Because of the high cholesterol, the skin on his face was red with mild hypertension symptoms. His wide body completely spread the coat, revealing his stunningly large belly. He was chewing gum in his mouth, and his fat cheeks bulged up and fell from time to time. He also noticed that Zhao Yi had a cautious gaze in his eyes. The fat man grinned, inhaled, and breathed, and spit out a thumb-sized bubbling from the middle of his slightly pursed lips, and then a "pop" bubble exploded.

"I haven't seen you before. New?"

The fat man walked forward carelessly, took out a box of "green arrow" chewing gum that had been unsealed from his top pocket, took out a piece, and handed it over.

After taking the candy, Zhao Yi showed a gentle smile on his face and nodded.

"I don't know which bastard was the first to make a fuss to watch this farce. The boys must wait until most girls enter the cafeteria before they can follow them into the dining room. It's so damn, I'm hungry, but I can't eat as much as I want."

The fat man seemed not very interested in the opposite sex. He chewed chewing gum indignantly, his eyes that were squeezed by the fat meat were left with only a line, but he greedily looked at every girl walking past in front of him.

"Do you know? Actually, they are all pretending."

Speaking of this, the fat man lowered his voice, approached Zhao Yi, and said in a voice that was obviously filled with joy and gloating: "Don't look at these girls being arrogant and noble, they are actually more despicable than anyone else in their bones. Among them, many of them work part-time in hotels and nightclubs. Only five thousand federal dollars are needed, and they will sit in your arms and make fun of them. This number doubles, and you can take them to the room to do whatever you want. So, for them, it's enough to see. There is no need to immerse themselves in the so-called love trap. They look down on any man, they need... just the money in the man's pocket."

Zhao Yi looked at him quietly for a while, but didn't say anything.

The fat man obviously has no malice, and at best he is a bit gossipy. Moreover, this statement is exactly the same as some survivors of s12.

"If you want to get one of them, you just need to get her dormitory phone number. Use money to lure her out and smash it over with the money..."

The fat man was still chattering, showing off his so-called "common sense". For some reason, Zhao Yi suddenly lost the interest in continuing to watch. He tore open the wrapping paper of the chewing gum and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

s12 is just a small community and does not represent a real human society. There are many potential rules in the outside world that you cannot understand and difficult to understand. If you want to truly integrate into it, you must remove the edges and cleanse it. Just like the famous saying, "Because you are in the toilet at the moment, you cannot feel the smell of feces."

"You're a pretty interesting guy."

Zhao Yi smiled and stretched out his right hand to the fat man: "Class F, Zhao Yi."

The fat man spit out the chewing gum that had been chewed in his mouth, reached out to hold it, and said, "Craft Department D, Liang Liang."

At this moment, a familiar figure of a woman came from a distance. With Zhao Yi's fifth-level evolutionary vision, it is easy to distinguish Yu Bei's beautiful side face. She changed into another light green floral sleeveless long skirt, but she no longer had a suspender style with her shoulders exposed like last time.

Looking at the shadow that seemed to be fluttering in the wind, Zhao Yi did not speak out, nor did he mean to meet him. He lowered his head, looked at the watch on his wrist, and patted Liang Liang, whom he had just met, and said, "You are more familiar with this place than me, let's have a meal in another place! I'll treat you. But, it's faster. I'll have classes at the Mechanical Academy in the afternoon."

"Practice mechanical subjects?"

The fat man screamed and whistled, shook his head in an exaggerated tone, and said in an exaggerated tone: "I can't believe that I actually know a three-good student with a strong ambition?"

Before Zhao Yi could answer, Liang Liang had already grinned his teeth and laughed: "Maybe, I should ask you to take me to the Mechanical Academy to listen to classes a few times to see if there are any beautiful girls who are easy to get started... By the way, what is your class number there?"

"Power system, g class 23."

While speaking, Zhao Yi walked towards the dormitory. Although the restaurant there was expensive, it was not beyond his financial license when he ate it occasionally.

The last sentence seemed to have a very wonderful effect on the fat Liang Liang. He frowned, stared at Zhao Yi for a few seconds, and asked uncertainly: "Are you... really a student in the power department?"

Zhao Yi stopped, turned around, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face: "What's wrong?"

"I just suddenly remembered something I heard a few days ago and wanted to confirm it from you."

The fat man shyed his fat belly forward and said seriously: "Jusler, Professor Vasler of the Power Department, died last week."

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