So I walked out of the campus alone, bought five cans of beer, and sat alone in a park on the street to drown my sorrows.

I hate it.

I hate myself for not having the courage to face my background and family circumstances when school started, and for putting on a brave face in front of my classmates, which has left me with nowhere to retreat.

I hate that my parents have no ambition. They will always stay in that place where they face the yellow earth and fly in the sky, guarding their small plot of land. They can't give me a bright and shiny identity to show off in front of my classmates.

I hate God for letting me be born into a peasant family instead of a city family.

So, filled with resentment, I kept pouring myself drinks.

I already have a low alcohol tolerance, and after only three bottles of wine, I felt completely dizzy.

However, a person suddenly appeared at this moment. It was a middle-aged woman who was nearly forty years old and she was walking a dog in the park.

When she found me, I was already seven-tenths drunk.

Then she came closer to me, showed concern, and asked me what had happened.

Perhaps this was the first time I had been cared for in this unfamiliar city, so, fueled by alcohol, I told her everything that had happened to me.

I originally thought she would despise me and look down on me. Unexpectedly, she gently hugged me and comforted me softly for a while.

It was too dark, and the lights in the park's woods were very dim, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I only felt that her embrace was very warm and soft.

So, with her help, I stumbled back to the upscale residential complex next to the park. This was her home.

After we got back to her house, she put the dog in its cage, then went into the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup. Just as I was about to fall asleep, she brought me a bowl of warm soup and made me drink it.

At that time, I had no defenses against her at all. Perhaps it was a naive sense of security, but I drank the whole bowl of soup in one gulp.

Soon, my dizzy head cleared up a bit.

It was only at this moment that I could see her face clearly.

She was a middle-aged woman with short curly hair and very ordinary features.

After I saw her face clearly, I felt inexplicably hot all over.

So, that night, I gave her my first time.

Because I didn't have an early class the next day, I slept for a very long time, and she also put my phone on silent.

She didn't wake me up until noon.

Although she drugged me, I can clearly remember what happened last night.

I thought she would treat me gently, but to my surprise, after waking me up, she handed me 5,000 yuan, saying it was for my first time.

She gave me a phone number and said that if I needed money, I could call her in advance. She said that as long as I came over and took good care of her, money would not be a problem.

That's how I was unknowingly bought for my first time.

When I walked down the street with a thick wad of cash in my hand, I was completely stunned.

However, after this experience, I truly understood the pleasure that money brings me.

The 5,000 yuan was quickly spent on treating my classmates to meals, movies, karaoke, and bars.

When I'm broke, the first person I think of is her.

So I mustered up my courage and dialed her number again.

She would always book the hotel in advance using my name, and then have me go to the hotel and wait for her.

We made dozens of trades over time, mostly once or twice a week, for the money.

To my surprise, she had sigmatist tendencies, and was a sigmatist at that.

When she first proposed it to me, I refused. But every time she offered me 3,000 in cash, I succumbed to the lure of money.

With the money she gave me, when I treated my classmates to meals outside, I no longer had to worry about how much food they ordered, or whether I would have enough money left over.

Because I know that whenever I run out of money, I can ask her to make money.

Even during winter break, she offered 30,000 yuan in cash per month, but the price was being kept in captivity.

I immediately realized that going home would mean facing that penniless family anyway, so it was better to live in the city. So what if I'm kept in captivity? At least I can earn money and live in the city.

So she rented a room in the same building as her family.

And I was kept in this house by her for three months.

During this period, she also brought other people to this room.

Some were around her age, while others were older.

I accept all of these offers because they always leave me several hundred or even a thousand yuan in cash when they leave.

In one month, I earned 50,000 yuan in this house through humiliating means. This is more cash than my parents in the countryside could save in ten years.

Although this way of making money is despicable, so what? Nobody knows what happened to me anyway. She and her friends know, but they're better at keeping this secret than I am. Because we've met on the street before.

The old woman in the room, wearing leather boots and stepping on me while calling me "baby," completely ignored me as if I were a stranger.

But the good times didn't last long. After the start of the second semester of my freshman year, she changed her phone number, and I could no longer contact her.

Later, I looked up similar information online and found out that she had gotten tired of me and lost interest in me.

I didn't complain about it. In fact, I learned a lot from her.

Because the money I earned from her was enough to cover my expenses for a while.

So I continued to play the role of a rich kid. Because I always paid for everything when we went out, and I never mentioned the price, my roommates had already firmly established my status as a rich kid.

Gradually, I also learned to dress myself up, and with the help of money, I was quickly voted the most handsome guy at USTC.

More and more women started actively approaching me. Some asked for my WeChat, while others secretly sent me love letters. What I didn't expect was that these female students were actually willing to spend money on me.

During my first semester of freshman year, I was immersed in the joy of making and spending money, and rarely showed my face on campus.

I never imagined that my good looks would have such a big impact.

While I accepted their kindness towards me, I kept them hanging on, making them always feel that I had a chance with them.

But gradually, I began to get tired of the average-looking female students. Even the one or two who were pretty didn't interest me much.

Until one day, I spotted a girl carrying a drawing board, walking alone in the woods on campus, and my heart skipped a beat.

So I took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.

Having mingled with all sorts of women, I've long since honed my flirting skills to perfection.

After we got to know each other, I found out her name was Gu Qingqing.

She is an art student with a very good-looking appearance that is also very pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, from our conversation, I learned that she was a naive female student who had never experienced love.