Not long after Suya left, an even more beautiful girl, accompanied by her family and carrying her luggage, entered the dormitory.

The lower bunk is gone; only one shop near the door remains.

The girl's family member frowned slightly, looked around, and then walked up to the girl from northern Jiangsu, saying, "Excuse me, can we talk about something? My child injured her back while practicing dance when she was little. You're classmates and roommates, could you please do me a favor and help her out?"

Girls from northern Jiangsu, how could they have seen the world like this! They agreed with just a little persuasion, especially the idea of ​​taking care of classmates and promoting good spirits, which was exactly what students at that time liked.

I packed my things and moved right away.

The pretty female classmate watched as her family helped make the bed. She sat on Su Ya's bed, touched the fabric of the sheets, and exclaimed, "This bed is so comfortable! The fabric is also very high-quality!"

After the other woman finished making the bed, she came over and touched it, saying, "It's really nice. I'll ask where you bought it when you get back, and I'll find some time to go buy one for you."

If Xing Baohua were here, he would immediately recognize the other person as a pampered son of a high-ranking official.

Sure enough, beneath the walls of the capital, people who were either rich or noble were as numerous as hairs on a cow.

Xing Baohua gave Su Ya some instructions about school and left her the phone number of one of the "Eight Tigers of the Capital" so that she could call him for help if she couldn't reach him.

That night, Su Ya didn't go back to the dormitory either, and kept squeezing Xing Baohua out of his body.

It made even the burly men of eastern Shandong look haggard.

The next morning, Xing Baohua escorted Su Ya to her dormitory, and the two reluctantly parted. Xing Baohua still had some things to do; he needed to go to a ministry to inquire about the progress of other departments.

When Su Ya entered the room, she saw that all her roommates were there, except that the person in the lower bunk opposite her had changed.

There are two tables in the aisle between the two beds for students to study at.

The other students in the dormitory had nowhere to go, so they were all chatting on their beds. Su Ya's entry into the room also attracted the attention of some of the other students.

There was only a bed, no one in sight; this time, the person in question had arrived.

Seeing Su's attire, they all fell silent.

Only the slightly prettier female classmate looked up at her.

Whether it's clothing, temperament, or beauty, she instantly paled in comparison.

Five or six heads craned their necks to look at Su Ya, making her think that the oil she applied today was too oily and not evenly distributed.

"Why is everyone staring at me like that! Is my face smudged?" Su Ya said, looking for her small mirror.

Actually, she didn't know that after a night of fighting with Xing Baohua, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom and her eyes were full of spring.

At this moment, her face still had a lingering rosy pink hue, making it look more like she had applied a light layer of makeup.

The girl opposite said, "Your face isn't smudged. I guess these people have never seen makeup before. Where did you buy your cosmetics? They look really good."

Suya picked up a mirror and looked at her face. Seeing her complexion, she understood what was going on.

After all, she's no longer the young girl she once was, and has gained a lot of experience. After listening to what the other person said, she really wanted to retort, "You could have done the same thing if you spent the whole night with a man."

But he couldn't bring himself to say it, so he could only say it more tactfully: "I used my family's foundation this morning."

"Oh! By the way, your bed is very comfortable, where did you buy it?" the female classmate asked again.

Su Ya put down the mirror. Last night, Xing Baohua had said she wanted to share some local specialties from her hometown. Just as she was getting her bag, she heard Xing Baohua ask her, and she casually replied, "I bought these from the Friendship Store."

The girl opposite him stopped talking and just pursed her lips.

There aren't many famous local specialties in central Shandong, except for Zhoucun sesame seed cakes, which are somewhat well-known. I took out two packs and started distributing them to my classmates.

I introduced myself as well. Some people were willing to try it, while others waved and said thank you. We all gave our names, and that's how we all got to know each other.

Su Ya handed the last item to the female classmate opposite her. The girl hesitated for a moment before saying, "My name is Tang Shuo, and I'm a local."

Su Ya nodded and didn't say anything.

I went back to my bed and tidied up my personal belongings again.

Tang Shuo seemed to come from a well-off family. In order to attract the attention of other classmates, he even took out his Walkman, turned on the speaker, and started playing music.

The music was a little quieter, but it could still be heard inside the dormitory. Sure enough, the other students poked their heads out.

Su Ya, who was tidying up her things, didn't turn around. She knew whose song it was just by the music. She also recognized the girl singing; her husband had made her famous.

She's working herself to the bone to make money for her man right now, and it's kind of funny to think about what Xing Baohua told her about that girl.

A classmate asked Tang Shuo where he bought this thing that looks like a tape recorder and how much it cost.

“This was brought back to me by my aunt from Japan. It’s more expensive than the big ones. Look at the workmanship and the quality. I carry it with me wherever I go, and I can hear it wherever I go.”

Seeing the envious looks from the crowd, Tang Shuo smiled, but it didn't last long. He stared at Su Ya with wide eyes and then fell silent.

You can't even imagine how beautiful the bright red color is.

The simple yet elegant design, along with the shoebox full of cassette tapes. Su Ya casually picked out a tape, put it in her Walkman, put on her headphones, and lay on the bed listening to music alone.

Tang Shuo leaned over the table and examined the Walkman in Su Ya's hand closely; he had never seen this style before.

She glanced at the cassette tapes in the shoebox and fell silent. She had only brought four tapes herself. Who would have thought that her classmate across from her had more than a dozen?

I felt envious, even a little jealous.

I was very unhappy. If it were someone else, they might be happy to see so many tapes.

If you want to listen to a cassette tape, you can just borrow it. We're all in the same dorm, so I can give you that much face.

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