Chapter 152 Life Advice: Don’t Fall in Love with Your Classmates

When Xia Tian took out the Alien brand notebook, Wuchuan and Zhou Jiashu were dumbfounded.

Zhou Jiashu, who was originally holding Gao Xingjian's laptop, put it down immediately and rushed to Xia Tian.

While checking, he sighed:

"Oh my god, this is the Alien Notebook. Before, I could only see photos of it on my phone, but I never thought I would be able to see the real thing one day."

"I've searched the prices online before, and the cheapest one costs 10,000 yuan... Damn, Lao Xia, is your family also in business?"

Xia Tian smiled faintly: "No, this is a gift from my father after the college entrance examination."

"Isn't your dad a businessman? Otherwise, why would he give you such an expensive computer?"

"I helped my dad find a job."

"????"

Zhou Jiashu stared, somewhat unresponsive.

"No, did you find your dad a job?"

"Well, I just like to do some business. My dad's former workplace just happened to lay off some employees, so I helped him find a new job."

Zhou Jiashu finally understood.

It turns out that Xia Tian is not a second-generation rich, but a fucking first-generation rich!

Wuchuan and Li Ping, who were standing by, also understood what he meant and immediately cast envious glances at him.

Wuchuan asked curiously: "Lao Xia, what business do you usually do?"

"Nothing much, just investing in restaurants, bars, or milk tea shops. Oh, by the way, I was the owner of the Museum of Broken Relationships that was very popular some time ago. I was about to take the college entrance examination at that time, and I was afraid that it would affect my studies, so I sold it. Now I can still get some dividends every month."

"Fuck!"

Zhou Jiashu and the other two felt like they were listening to a novel and looked at Xia Tian in disbelief.

Gao Xingjian was skeptical after hearing this: "Tsk, you said you want to invest, then you invest. I said I was running a company... It's just an Alienware laptop, you're exaggerating."

"Come on, Lao Gao, Lao Xia is not pretending. If we hadn't asked him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to talk about these things. On the contrary, you are the one who doesn't listen and likes to show off."

Wuchuan couldn't stand it anymore and directly pointed out Gao Xingjian.

Gao Xingjian pursed his lips, looked at his Lenovo laptop, then looked at Xia Tian's Alienware laptop.

Suddenly I felt that all my pretense for the whole day was meaningless.

......

After the lights were turned off at night, none of the five boys in dormitory 214 could fall asleep.

Our pretentious Xiao Gao was the first to find a topic:

"Hey guys, we're going to the classroom tomorrow. Can you guess if there are any good-looking girls in our class?"

"It's hard to say, but our major is pretty good. Unlike some majors, the class is full of boys. It depends on luck whether there are good-looking girls."

"Lao Zhou, there is something wrong with your thinking. Don't you expect to have a pretty girl in your class and have a sweet love affair with her? It would be so cool to have a love affair in the same class and sit together in every class."

Gao Xingjian's voice was quite excited.

It seems that he really wants to find a girlfriend in his class.

Xia Tian couldn't help but remind her: "Life advice: don't fall in love with your classmates."

"Why?"

"When you are in a relationship with a classmate, the whole class is rooting for you. But after you break up, the whole class will bring it up whenever you two have some contact. How embarrassing is that? Besides, sometimes when you don't sit together in class, it feels like a long-distance relationship..."

When Wu Chuan heard this, he called him an expert: "Old Xia, why do you seem to have a lot of experience, as if you've dated classmates in college?"

“I heard it on the Internet…”

Xia Tian laughed.

When I was in college in my previous life, there were many couples in my class.

It was so sweet during the passionate love period of freshman year.

But after we broke up in our sophomore year, the atmosphere in the class was simply horrible.

Gao Xingjian snorted as soon as he heard it: "The Internet is full of toxic chicken soup. I don't accept life advice from the Internet!"

"Xiao Gao, you are indeed a sober person, so you can make an example and find a girlfriend in class."

Xia Tian said happily.

As a result, Comrade Xiao Gao patted his chest and said, "No problem, as long as there is a good-looking girl in our class, I will definitely get her as soon as possible!"

......

The next morning.

The soft and warm sunlight shone into the dormitory from the window, and Wuchuan's cell phone alarm rang.

"On this turbulent battlefield, the Storm Boy appears. In the roar of the raging fire, the whole world is noisy, the signal of the flying gunpowder smoke, the mecha era is coming..."

eon! The counter-battle is coming, the ace must be wild......"

When this magical alarm clock rang, everyone in dormitory 214 was woken up, except Wuchuan, the owner of the alarm clock.

He was lying on the bed snoring foolishly.

"Fuck, this fucking alarm clock is killing me!"

"Fuck, Wuchuan, are you deaf? The alarm clock is right next to your pillow. We're all awake, but you're still not awake?"

Gao Xingjian was a little confused.

He immediately went to shake Wuchuan who was sleeping soundly.

Wuchuan was shaken several times before he suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing everyone staring at him, he smiled embarrassedly and turned off the alarm clock.

"Hey, I'm a bit of a sleeper..."

"Oh, it's okay."

Zhou Jiashu waved his hands to indicate that it was nothing.

Immediately afterwards, several people got out of bed and started washing.

Especially Gao Xingjian, who was the first to rush out with a washbasin and a bunch of toiletries.

I occupied the first sink and started to dress myself up like crazy.

The other three people also walked outside slowly with basins in their hands to wash.

Only Xia Tian sat up from the bed and looked at Wuchuan's bed with squinted eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Wuchuan's cell phone which had an alarm set on it.

Having already been to college once, he certainly knew what the existence of Wuchuan meant.

People like Wuchuan are one of the eight cancers in the dormitory: they love to set alarm clocks, but are never woken up by their own alarm clocks.

The alarm he set was not to wake himself up, but to wake up his roommate, who would then wake him up.

Xia Tian put on his pants and got out of bed, mumbling:

"It seems that Wuchuan's phone cannot be kept..."