Lu Hao happily got up from the bed, washed up in the bathroom, and prepared to take action.
With a squeak.
The dormitory door was pushed open heavily.
A boy with dark circles under his eyes and wearing trendy nightclub clothes pushed the door open and walked in, yawning.
This is the only rich second generation in dormitory 722, his name is Zhou Jian.
His character is okay, but his private life is too chaotic.
At night, he is either in a bar or in a hotel.
The original owner's consumption concept was greatly influenced by Zhou Jian.
Part of the reason why I am so passionate about doing business is because I am stimulated.
We are all in our twenties, the age when hormones are at their most active. Why?
"I'm so sleepy, Third Brother, are you going to class? Check in for me."
Zhou Jian casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, lit one, and threw the remaining half of the pack directly to Lu Hao. He then casually took out a red note and said, "Please bring me some lunch at noon."
Lu Hao thought about it and took it calmly.
He has no bad intentions.
When the original owner was so poor that he couldn't afford to eat or smoke, he would eat at his table every time, and Zhou Jian never said anything unpleasant.
But after all, he is a rich second-generation, so his attitude is sometimes inevitably arrogant.
"How much did you drink last night? Drink less next time."
Lu Hao said calmly.
Zhou Jian rolled his eyes, tugged at his clothes and said proudly, "Oh, not a single meal can be skipped. My dream is to have wine to drink, money to spend, girls to keep me company, and to get drunk for 20,000 days. I won't envy the couple or the immortals."
From the original owner's memory, Lu Hao recalled that he seemed to have become like this since he broke up with his childhood sweetheart.
Shaking his head and smiling nonchalantly, Lu Hao spoke softly.
"Brother, this is not an ideal, it is a desire."
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