Yan Yan's worldview somewhat crumbled.
She couldn't understand why Zhou Guanghan called Chen Pingjiang "uncle-grandpa" when they were clearly the same age.
It's hard for people without similar experiences to understand the concept of being young but having a high seniority.
In some coastal areas of the south, traditional customs are preserved more completely, where one level higher in seniority can be overwhelming, that's the rule.
Her face flushed, knowing she had made a mistake, Yan Yan felt she had lost face.
She mumbled a quick apology and took off, completely ignoring Fan Xufei, who was gasping in pain beside her.
"Student Fan, right? It was all a misunderstanding. We'll become friends after a fight. Let me treat you to some water."
Chen Pingjiang saw a bottle of mineral water on the ground nearby, handed it over directly, a harmless smile on his face.
Fan Xufei snorted angrily,
"This is my damn water, and this is how you apologize, you son of a bitch."
He had lost a lot of face today, not only in front of the campus beauty but also by getting beaten up.
But they were all from the same school, and good times were still ahead.
Watching Fan Xufei's retreating figure, Chen Pingjiang smiled, put his arm around Zhou Guanghan's shoulder, and pulled the luggage towards the boys' dormitory.
"This guy will probably cause you trouble later. Don't fight with him then. If there's a problem, come to me, and I'll handle it."
Having been through that age, Chen Pingjiang saw Fan Xufei's defiant expression as he left, and knew he would definitely stir up trouble later.
It was the age of youthful vigor and bravado.
Chen Pingjiang wasn't worried about Zhou Guanghan being bullied at all; instead, he was afraid that Fan Xufei would provoke Zhou Guanghan and end up getting beaten into the hospital.
Sending Zhou Guanghan to buy daily necessities, Chen Pingjiang first carried his suitcase to the boys' dormitory.
Dorm 302.
When Chen Pingjiang entered, the other five people in the dorm had already arrived and were busy laying mats, hanging mosquito nets, and wiping tables.
The roommates reacted differently; some shyly greeted him, some remained silent seeing a stranger, and some more proactive ones came over to chat.
When Zhou Guanghan finished shopping and carried his things upstairs to the dorm door, he heard a burst of laughter from inside.
Chen Pingjiang's voice came,
"The quality of girls at the Sports Institute is decent, but I estimate it's a bit worse than the Finance University next door."
"Brothers, did any of you see a super attractive, super well-figured senior sister when you registered?"
"Are you talking about the one wearing a white tracksuit with a ponytail?"
"'Yeah, you saw her too.'"
"Super beautiful, I know! If it weren't for a few senior male students trying to impress her behind her, I would have gone up to ask for her QQ number."
"You're just bragging, aren't you? Aren't you afraid of being beaten up by the seniors?"
"Afraid of what? Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again."
"I know the one you're talking about, pretty familiar with her."
This was Chen Pingjiang's voice.
"Really? Aren't you a freshman?"
"That girl is called Yan Yan. From my experience, she's probably a 36D."
"Holy cow, Chen Ge, what keen eyesight!"
"Of course. I generally don't look at faces, only figures. This chick's figure is indeed quite good."
Zhou Guanghan stood outside, eavesdropping for a long time, listening to his uncle-grandpa's eloquent bragging inside.
He suddenly grinned, feeling a deep admiration.
He himself was shy with strangers and didn't have that ability.
Pushing the door open, the several people inside the dorm all looked over.
"Who are you, classmate?"
The speaker was Hu Kai, a local from Dongjiang, quite adept at socializing.
At first, he somewhat put on airs, identifying as a local, but Chen Pingjiang, known as a 'social bandit,' quickly got these 'stinky little brothers' to open up and gradually become familiar.
Some had already affectionately started calling him Chen Ge.
"I..."
Zhou Guanghan scratched his head, unsure how to introduce himself for a moment.
"I'm from this dorm."
"You've got the wrong dorm; everyone in our dorm is here," someone interjected.
A feeling of NTR instantly arose in Zhou Guanghan's heart.
This was his dorm, his roommates, yet why did he feel like an outsider?
"That's right, this is my uncle-grandpa. He came with me to register."
Zhou Guanghan pointed at Chen Pingjiang.
Immediately, a gasp of surprise swept through the dorm.
"Holy cow, Chen Ge, your disguise was too good!"
"What the hell is an uncle-grandpa?"
"You're not human, deceiving us as soon as you came in."
Zhou Guanghan was laying out his mat and setting up his mosquito net nearby, while Chen Pingjiang sat on a chair, chatting idly with a few boys.
Watching Chen Pingjiang's suave smoking posture, the students felt a touch of envy.
Sports students were generally more arrogant and robust than students from ordinary institutions, and Chen Pingjiang's personality appealed to them even more.
Before long, they were discussing which numbered adult films were better, where the foot massage parlors were in Dongjiang, their prices, and which places in 1912 were fun.
Chen Pingjiang recounted everything eloquently; it seemed there was nothing about food, drink, and entertainment that he didn't know.
Hu Kai gave a thumbs-up,
"Chen Ge, I'm a local, and I'm not as familiar with these places as you are."
"Take us to see them sometime!"
"Alright, it's getting late. I need to hurry and register."
Chen Pingjiang extinguished his cigarette butt, dropped it into a cola bottle, and stood up.
Finance University also had registration on the 1st.
Although being one day late was not a big deal, paying tuition and other fees would become more troublesome.
"???"
"You're also a freshman? I thought you were a sophomore or junior senior."
Chen Pingjiang smiled and winked,
"Hehe, I'm from the Finance University next door. Come find me to hang out later."
"Holy cow, Chen Ge, you're not even from our school!"
"You didn't ask."
By the time Chen Pingjiang arrived at Finance University, it was past three in the afternoon.
He paid his tuition and headed towards the dorms.
Along the way, there were many yellow, green, and blue shaded stalls: China Mobile's 'Dynamic Zone', China Unicom's CDMA, bicycle sellers, and daily necessities vendors.
Jay Chou's song was playing from the loudspeakers:
"In my territory
You have to listen to me
Harvest the music
Find joy through hearing"
In just a fifteen-minute walk, Chen Pingjiang was dazzled.
He had to admit that the quality of girls at Finance University was much higher than at the Sports Institute next door, and their clothing styles were also more varied.
STEM schools often had many 'wolves' (boys) and little 'meat' (girls), but Finance University was different.
While some departments might have more boys, departments like Business English or Accounting were almost exclusively female.
Sometimes a class might only have one or two boys, who, "immersed in a sea of flowers," became national treasures.
With such a large female student base, it was natural to have many beautiful girls.
As someone who had "been there, done that," Chen Pingjiang could clearly distinguish which grade these girls belonged to.
Freshman girls often wore no makeup, loved bangs, mostly had medium-short hair, almost no perms or dyes, dressed conservatively, didn't wear high heels, and had a ladylike style.
Sophomore girls developed their own dressing styles, started perming and dyeing their hair, wearing high heels, and accessorizing with various jewelry.
Junior girls, in addition to paying attention to their clothes, would definitely wear makeup when going out, which was also what distinguished them from sophomore girls.
Senior girls bid farewell to the naivety of freshmen, acquired the demeanor of sophomores, coupled with the maturity and stability of juniors, adding refinement and delicacy.
They dressed more formally and like adults.
Of course, it was also rare to see seniors on campus.
Over four years, girls' skirts got shorter, heels got higher, and thinner.
(End of chapter)
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