Car Passing Liangxi

"you?"

The girl sitting in the middle, who was even prettier than Su Wei just by looking at her face, asked Zhao Changan hesitantly with a kind of uncertainty in her eyes.

The girl sitting outside on the national highway also looked at Zhao Changan with a shocked face, her eyes flashed with brilliance, and she looked like an unbelievable surprise.

It's just that she looked ordinary and pretty, but Zhao Changan, who had become more and more picky in taste, simply ignored it.

In this era, society is still in the initial stage of economic development and the global open market, and its reception of external information is still relatively weak.

And young people who are full of profound yearning for exploration and interest in the world simply cannot refuse the resonance and questioning that the power of music triggers in their own souls.

Especially for these college students, one obvious phenomenon that distinguishes them from ordinary elementary school students, junior high school students, and young people who dropped out of school early is that they have broken away from the low-level audio-visual images performed by domestic movie stars.

The influence is sought after.

Sublimated into a rhythmic combination that focuses on words and sound waves, creating an imprint rooted in millions of years of genetic carving.

Fuda Zhao Changan is obviously a very influential musician at least in southern Jiangsu and central province.

Coincidentally, although these two female college students are not star-struck, their status as "college students, Mingzhu University, and Zheng City residents" makes them very familiar with the name Zhao Changan.

Male student from Fuzhou University, grade 98.

Love to play music.

The surname is Zhao.

Combined with the conversation between the two of them.

An inexplicable hot emotion surged in the hearts of the two girls.

The look in Zhao Changan's eyes also became strange.

This is the pure and simple psychology of these college students in this era, they always think of the best for people.

They will not consider the very real class issues of 'How could such a celebrity not take a plane to Zhengzhou Zhang? Even if he takes a train, he will definitely take a soft sleeper in a sleeper berth.'

To put it simply, ordinary people have no access to these upper-class circles in their daily lives.

Because in the end, unless you are in a very good top university, you will live in the same time and space for the rest of the time, but it will be two world trajectories that do not intersect at all.

"Of course not."

Zhao Changan firmly shook his head in denial.

"I didn't even say anything, what are you denying?"

The female student in the middle smiled at Zhao Changan, stretched out her hand towards Pan Gao and said: "Liang Lian, School of Law, East China Normal University, Corporate Compliance Research Center. This is Miao Jialing, History, School of Humanities and Social Sciences

Department, junior year.”

Pan Gao was stunned for a moment and did not shake hands with Liang Lian. He just said vaguely: "Just call me Lao Pan. I'm just a common man waiting to die."

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Changan, who was sitting opposite, cursed in his heart when he saw it. He really wanted to grab Pan Gao by the collar and tell him, a woman, that’s what happened!

If you try it, you'll find that it's all the same. You can turn off the lights in bed at night and you can't see your face, so you can just keep your head down and yell. In fact, it's all the same. There's no need to waste your time with Su Wei.

Torturing yourself with abuse.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you so stupid!

"What about you? When I looked at your student ID card just now, your name was blocked by your finger. Can I get to know you?"

Smiling, he stretched out his white tender catkins towards Zhao Changan.

Since Pan Gao didn't want to eat, Zhao Changan stopped being polite and reached out to hold Liang Lian's little hand in a friendly manner. He looked at her without letting go and asked, "Your name is very interesting. Is there a story in it?"

The eyes of Yuan Qifan sitting next to him turned red, and he was so angry that he almost choked to death.

After working so hard, I ended up making a wedding dress for my grandson!

Liang Lian's pretty face was a little red, and her whole body was numb from being held by Zhao Changan's warm and strong hand. With a little effort, she broke free from Zhao Changan's big hand.

However, when she broke free, the delicate skin of her small hands, which was as tender as curdled milk, and the thick calluses of Zhao Changan's big hands, which he practiced swordsmanship for many years, caused rough friction. It was like a little white rabbit gliding on a gravel-covered slide, causing her to jolt.

My little head is a little dizzy.

I was a little panicked and said, "There's no story, I just like this word."

"Are you also a junior in college?"

Zhao Changan wasn't sure what the 'Corporate Compliance Research Center' meant, but no matter how much he heard it, it didn't sound like an ordinary undergraduate department in a university.

However, this Liang Lian didn't look very old, and seemed to be younger and more tender than the Miao Jialing sitting next to her, who was probably only twenty-one or twelve years old.

"I am a second-year graduate student, and I will graduate in October this year."

"It stands to reason?"

"My tutor has very strict requirements. I initially applied because of his reputation. After I was admitted, I found out that if I didn't perform well, I wouldn't be accepted at all."

Liang Lian smiled.

Zhao Changan looked at Liang Lian's beautiful face and did not continue to ask further questions. After all, he was not so horny that he wanted to develop a deep and one-night-long relationship with her.

"I haven't introduced you yet, Junior Brother Zhao."

A cunning smile appeared on Liang Lian's pretty face, and her brilliant eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhao Changan's heart.

The eyes of Zhai Qishun and Yuan Qifan, who were sitting opposite, were a little straightened, and the pupils in their eyes were extremely dilated.

Obviously, these two bumpkins from a factory on the outskirts of Lucheng have never seen any fair-looking beauties.

"Zhao Xijing, a sophomore in the Philosophy Department of Fuzhou University, is not as exaggerated as you think. In fact, he is just an ordinary college student."

Zhao Changan introduced himself with a smile, and Pan Gao, who was sitting by the window opposite, turned his face to the car window to look at the scenery outside.

"Can you call me Zhao Xijing? OK, I will remember it!"

Yuan Qifan secretly glanced at the watch on his wrist. There were still five minutes left until the twenty-minute time limit. At this time, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. He regretted that he had been fooled by these two student brats.

Now, take measures to seize the opportunity of beauty.

I also know that this grandson is just a braggart, and I will expose his face soon, humiliate him severely, and say these cruel words with a fierce face.

Although Yuan Qifan also knows that he is just like that grandson of Lao Pan, he just keeps talking.

How dare you come true!

At this time, the train entered Liangxi Station after two hours of driving. As the train continued to slow down, you could see densely packed crowds of people standing on the platform outside the window.

During the May Day and National Day holidays in this era, the number of passengers at the station is comparable to the Spring Festival travel rush.

"The sky and the earth are closed under heavy snow, and the mountains are clear at night. It is still bitterly cold at home, and I have traveled thousands of miles. I have been able to say goodbye safely, and I have a flower in my hand. The wise and powerful are chasing after each other, and they are leaving Xijing for a meal?"

When Miao Jialing came up, she sang a poem by Wei Yingwu, "Send Linghu Xiu to Kill Enyang", and looked at Zhao Changan with burning eyes.

"The Qushui Banquet in Luozhong, Xuanba Tour in Xijing. The origin of Xijing in the imperial state where hairpins are flourishing and orchids are blooming."

Zhao Changan corresponded to a section of Wang Chong's "Outing with the Masters".

"Giggle~"

Liang Lian suddenly burst into laughter, took out a pen and a delicate little phone book, opened it, wrote the name "Zhao Xijing", and then handed the pen and the small phone book to Zhao Changan: "Number."

Seeing this scene, Yuan Qifan was completely disfigured. He was just about to attack Zhao Changan with all kinds of ridiculing words, so that the beautiful girl opposite could open his eyes and not be deceived by the liar.

"Ling ring ring~"

His cell phone rang suddenly.

Yuan Qifan’s blood froze in an instant!

At this time, the other five people all looked at the phone in his hand, which was still ringing.

You can see that the caller ID above is ‘Mr. Li’.

"Mr. Li,"

Yuan Qifan's voice was trembling.

"You paralyzed Yuan Qifan,——"

In order to show off that he had a mobile phone, Yuan Qifan kept the volume turned up to the maximum, and all kinds of angry curses were heard.

"Liang Xi, Liang Xi station is here, don't sleep past the station."

Following the conductor's shout, the train stopped.

"You are paralyzed, you two get out of the car immediately, I will go to Liangxi Railway Station to paralyze you, -"

Amid the torrent of curses, Yuan Qifan's face turned as pale as paper.
Chapter completed!