If even the people of Chu find life difficult, then is there anyone in the world who has an easy life?

Throughout his university years, Wen Xiangbing witnessed him living a carefree and happy life.

With his handsome face, youth and wealth, and all the qualities every boy dreams of, countless girls flocked to him. Even the "school beauties" and "goddesses" abandoned their airs and began to entangle themselves with his roommate.

Wen Xiangbing rarely frowned or looked depressed.

Seeing his friend looking worried, Chu Fang sipped his wine and said slowly, "I'm planning to start a company. Can you help me?"

Wen Xiangbing raised an eyebrow, looked the other person up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "You? You own a company? Are you out of your mind?"

Based on his understanding of Chu, it sounded like a complete fantasy.

"Forget it, I don't want to know your purpose in starting a company. My answer is—" He was too lazy to dwell on it any longer, and waved his hand lightly, "I'm not going!"

"Please take a look."

"I'm not going then."

Why are you so stubborn?

“I have hands and feet, I can support myself.” He responded firmly. “Besides, my goal is to surpass you and become the richest person in our 405 dormitory. Going to work for you would ruin my future. You want to destroy my dream, don’t you?”

Wen Xiangbing knew what Chu Fang was thinking and was also clear about what he was doing.

Without the slightest hesitation, the refusal was made without any turning back.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had just left society and still had some brotherly affection in his body, and before it was tainted by worldly money and interests, to do his best to maintain this hard-won and precious friendship.

I want the friendship between the two of us to be as pure and clean as possible.

At work, everyone is busy with their own tasks. After get off work, they can relax, meet up with a few friends to play basketball, chat, and complain about their stupid bosses... It sounds pretty good.

His biggest request to Chu Fang was that he pick him up when he was drunk from socializing, which was already the limit.

His friend helped him drink three glasses of wine today, and he already felt a little guilty.

Wen Xiangbing changed the subject: "By the way, you and that Zhong... Zhong..."

"Zhong Tingyue".

"Yes, is there any result yet?"

Chu Fang spread his hands.

"Didn't succeed?" Wen Xiangbing said, "Oh, our school's famous bachelor, the most beautiful girl in the class, and the little tyrant of dormitory 405 actually failed to win over Zhong Tingyue. Your reputation is undeserved. You're such a waste."

"You know nothing!" Chu Fang retorted in Sichuan dialect to his friend, poured himself a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), downed it in one gulp, and pointed to the empty glass, saying, "This is love!"

“You’re just after someone else’s body, you’re despicable.” Wen Xiangbing retorted, “You’re just after someone else’s body, you’re shameless.”

Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "Come on, you're single yourself, how dare you criticize me?"

"I'm single, that's true, but at least I had a girlfriend in college. What about you?" My roommate straightened up slightly, his tone smug. "I've had two girlfriends, what about you? With such great qualities, you're still single. Aren't you ashamed?"

"You may not feel ashamed, but I do. If you go out, people will think you have a problem with your sexual orientation. Considering the atmosphere in our dorm, do you know how much gossip we suffer behind our backs?"

“... ..."

Why are you so indignant? I've drunk way too much tonight... Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Stop with all this nonsense, just drink."

The two of them drank one cup after another, going back and forth.

Wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves.

In the ensuing atmosphere, they both got drunk.

I slept soundly until dawn.

When Chu Fang woke up, it was already noon. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and stayed quiet for a while before looking around. The cups and plates were in disarray, and the air was filled with the smell of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

He patted his head and said, "Oh dear, I'll have to drink less in the future."

Just then, the door opened, and Wen Xiangbing, Rong Shunji, and Shao Liang walked in. Rong Shunji practically pressed his entire body against Chu Fang: "Fangzi, Dad has come to see you."

He kicked his roommate away.

"Brother Fang, you drank so much last night, let's eat something first." Shao Liang said, carrying takeout.

After the four finished their meal, they quickly cleaned the room and then left the house together.

We finally managed to get together, ready to play games at an internet cafe.

As I walked outside the residential area, I immediately spotted the almost luxurious black Bugatti, which was being watched by passersby.

A luxury sports car has been parked there since last night without being moved, and there's a parking ticket on it.

Chu Fang tore off the ticket and handed it to Wen Xiangbing: "You owe me two hundred."

"I have no money, and I won't give you my life either," Wen Xiangbing said, adopting a rogue-like demeanor.

“... ..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Rong Shunji circled the Bugatti, smacking his lips. "Little Black is so cool, way cooler than the other cars in your garage. Give me the keys, I'm going for a spin."

Rong Shunji and Shao Liang got into the car, with the former sticking his head out and saying, "Help us turn on the machine, we'll be right back."

After saying that, he revved the engine and drove away.

The other two looked at each other, shrugged, and then walked towards the internet cafe outside the residential area.

They returned shortly afterward.

Four people sat together in an internet cafe, playing games together.

"Today I'll take you flying."

"When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal; we can fight with ease."

“... ..."

The four of them eagerly set goals, confident of victory for the day.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, dark clouds rolled in Shanghai, the wind blew the leaves fluttering, and the rain fell on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Washing your feet is still the best option."

"Games are too mentally taxing."

"When I get old, only washing my feet can soothe my weary heart."

"really."

The four of them walked into Zulefang, a high-end foot massage parlor.

Before a fight broke out, the four of them ended the game and changed their form of entertainment.

After much thought, I still think a foot massage is the best option, as it washes away the grime of worldly life.

As Chu Fang entered the store, the waiter at the door saw him and his eyes lit up: "Young Master Chu, it's been a long time!"

"Okay." Chu Fang nodded, then pointed to the other three and said, "They're all my friends. This one's called Wen Xiangbing. Find him someone gentle. This guy's a bit of a jerk; he likes being tormented. Find someone aloof. Hmm... Liangzi, what kind do you like?"

"I don't care," Shao Liang said in a low voice.

Chu Fang sighed. Even at the foot massage parlor, his roommate was still so shy. He just hadn't been getting his feet washed enough. If he did, his confidence would return.

The waiter suggested, "It's okay, we can change a few more batches. We have all kinds of girls in our shop."

Chu Fang nodded: "I'm still number 88."

The waiter then led the four people inside.

"Fangzi, I told you you were no good. You went to the foot massage parlor and acted like you were at home."

"This is legitimate."

"A legitimate one? Then I'm not going. Who's going to go to a legitimate one?" Rong Shunji said with a straight face while making a flirtatious remark.

"High looks, great figure, high emotional value, and expensive."

"Hmm... ...that's something we can give it a try."

“... ..."

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