"I wonder what the last remaining roommate looks like."
"It doesn't matter what you do, if you get along, you can get along no matter what. If you don't get along...there's no need to forcefully blend in."
"As long as you don't be so pushy and take care of everything, then we will all be good brothers."
"There are so many beauties starting school today. I saw at least a dozen of them who were above 80. It is indeed the Shanghai Conservatory of Music where there are so many beauties. I really did not come to the wrong place."
"Do you want to tidy up, and the brothers will go out to look for opportunities later?"
"............"
Zhou Xing came to the door.
There were three boys sitting inside, holding cigarettes in their hands, talking and laughing.
In the bedroom.
Smoke billows.
Zhou Xing frowned.
These people still have this kind of virtue, and he won't feel anything bad about smoking. After all, in his previous life, when he was under great pressure at work, he also liked to take one to relieve fatigue.
As long as you get the consent of your roommates, or you respect your roommates and choose to go to a better ventilated place like the balcony, it doesn't matter.
But obviously...these three roommates do not have such a consciousness.
The corners of Zhou Xing's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer.
In their previous life, they not only smoked openly in the dormitory, but also ignored Zhou Xing's dissuasion.
He even threw his cigarette butt provocatively at his place.
There is no other reason.
These three people are all locals from Shanghai, and their families are all well off.
We got along quickly.
Facing Zhou Xing, a foreigner with very ordinary conditions, he would not have such a good temper.
The dormitory is not considered a public space at all, only their back garden.
I have never cleaned the house before. Zhou Xing couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to clean it.
Not only did they watch indifferently, they also laughed and laughed.
It's just that Zhou Xing's conditions were not good enough, so he chose to refuse their invitation... which ruined their interest.
The three of them hugged each other.
Zhou Xing has no choice. He also wants to move out of the dormitory or be transferred.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
But he doesn't have enough living expenses to support his expenses of renting a house.
As for counselors, it is better to do less than to do more.
So after graduating from college, I naturally chose to cut off contact with them.
Of course... these people probably won't take Zhou Xing to heart.
Zhou Xing narrowed his eyes.
The three people in front of them had no idea that he could actually return to this era.
At the same time, it was completely transformed.
Zhou Xing walked into the dormitory carrying a shoulder bag expressionlessly.
The three of them also discovered Zhou Xing immediately.
"Huh?"
One of them, a tall and thin boy wearing glasses, looked at Zhou Xing with some surprise.
Then he suddenly stood up from the chair: "Are you Zhou Xing?"
"Of course I am Zhou Xing. Isn't my name posted on the table?"
Zhou Xing said calmly.
This man's name is Yang Zhenlong, and his family conditions are far inferior to those of the other two. He lives in the old town of Shanghai, and his family lives in a dark house of less than 50 square meters.
When I was first in the dormitory, I seemed very inferior.
Originally, he and Zhou Xing should have sympathy for each other, but they didn't.
He quickly found two other roommates as his backers and obeyed their advice.
On the other hand, Zhou Xing was the most crowded in the dormitory.
When Zhou Xing had a conflict with the other two, he was the first to stand up and act as a vanguard to show his loyalty.
"no no........"
Yang Zhenlong was standing in front of Zhou Xing, but he was so nervous that he stuttered: "Are you the freshman reported today?"
Zhou Xing glanced at it and lost his patience: "Are you sick? Who here didn't come to the school to report today?"
Yang Zhenlong faced Zhou Xing's reprimand, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he said excitedly: "You are the one driving a McLaren worth more than 10 million today, and your license plate is still Shanghai A five six. Don't you know?
You are very popular on the school forum...everyone is discussing you."
"He also said that you are the number one among the freshmen, and many girls are paying a lot of money to get your contact information."
"I didn't expect you to be my roommate!"
As soon as these words came out.
The expressions of the other two roommates sitting there changed slightly.
I silently took out my phone and logged into the campus forum.
Sure enough, as soon as I opened the forum, the screen was filled with news about Zhou Xing.
Also attached are his photos and videos.
When the two saw the McLaren P1 and its license plate, their expressions changed.
Both of them have pretty good family backgrounds.
A native of Shanghai.
The early demolition resulted in the total assets of the family amounting to a few tens of millions.
Coming here... After reporting his family background, Yang Zhenlong, a man from an obviously ordinary family, began to brag about them in every possible way.
They are also quite useful.
But I never expected that an even more amazing roommate would arrive.
This caused a big gap in their hearts.
At the same time, he was dissatisfied.
But more of a feeling of powerlessness.
A car that someone drives casually is enough to be worth their entire family's assets.
Still have that license plate.
Any normal person would know that the two sides are not on the same level at all.
It's not something they can afford to offend.
"Zhou Xing, are you also a native of Shanghai?"
The boy sitting on the side of the door stood up. He looked a little handsome, and his whole body was covered with large logos of luxury goods. He was afraid that others would not be able to see the luxury goods he wore: "That's just right. All four of us in the dormitory have
He is a native of Shanghai, so communication is convenient and cordial."
"Let me meet you, my name is Gong Yilun, from Pudong District."
"We will live together for four years from now on, so please take good care of us."
Gong Yilun looked at Zhou Xing with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm not from Shanghai."
Zhou Xing shrugged.
Gong Yilun's face froze, then he forced a smile and said: "It doesn't matter if you are not a local in Shanghai. After all, the school has students from all over the world."
"That's right, that's right."
Yang Zhenlong nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "Zhou Xing, you are not from Shanghai City, why are you still wearing a Shanghai City license plate?"
"It should be that my family's business is in Shanghai."
Gong Yilun smiled and interjected: "I don't know what kind of business your family is doing. You are so rich that you can drive a McLaren P1 as a freshman. When I started school, I wanted my parents to buy a BMW, but they refused.
"
"You can still buy a car in college. Like me... I want to exchange for an iPhone, but my family doesn't agree."
Yang Zhenlong looked at Gong Yilun with envy.
Gong Yilun was quite impressed by Yang Zhenlong's compliments. He looked at Zhou Xing with a smile, "Your conditions are very good, but I'm not bad either."
Zhou Xing had no interest in paying attention to them and shook his head in disappointment.
I originally thought it would anger them...
Just give yourself a reason to take action.
But these people were obviously shocked by his background. Gong Yilun, a person who couldn't see the good things in others, was smiling, not to mention Yang Zhenlong, who was jealous of money.
"Hey, I'll be nice."
He remained silent and looked at Zhou Xing's wrist as if he had discovered something surprising.
His eyes widened, he stood up quickly, and reached out to touch Zhou Xing's watch: "Is this a Patek Philippe limited edition, or a Geneva star dial, with so many diamonds inlaid, it must cost more than 10 million, right?"
Zhou Xing glanced at him and saw that this man was Zhang Xu.
The family background is also good... I usually like to study some luxury goods, especially watches. I often show off my Rolex Submariner in the bedroom.
So Zhou Xing was not surprised that he could recognize Patek Philippe.
He smiled slightly, worried that he had not found a chance to vent his emotions to these roommates.
He actually delivered it to your door, so don't blame him for being rude.
Zhou Xing grabbed Zhang Xu's hand and slapped him in the face with his backhand.