World Three
Unlike He Xing, who has maxed out his survival skills, Yu Chengwei actually doesn't have much experience taking a train...it's better to say that he has never taken a train at all.
In the past, when he traveled far away, he would take planes and trains, and all the tickets he bought were first-class.
Not only is there a dedicated waiting room, but you also don't need to queue up by yourself. You just need to wait until the person in charge comes to notify you that you can get on the bus early.
As for why he suddenly bought a train ticket, it was simply because Yu Chengwei had a sudden impulse and wanted to try this mode of transportation, as he had never taken it before.
In addition, there is another important reason - the exit locations of the train station and the airport are different.
But Yu Chengwei didn't expect the journey to be so painful at the very beginning.
The unpleasant smell of sweat in the waiting room mixed with the smell of cigarettes wafting from the smoking room, rushing into his nostrils together, making him, a person who was only used to the smell of incense and perfume, feel a little suffocated.
When a man in sandals and shorts, bare-armed, sat down next to Yu Chengwei and pointed his stinky feet at him, the suffocating feeling in his heart intensified. It was so intense that Yu Chengwei wanted to hit himself with a club right then and there and then, and then open his eyes when the car started.
But he couldn't do that because he had never taken a train before and didn't know how long in advance the ticket check would start. He also didn't know what the announcements at this train station sounded like or how loud they were.
If I miss this trip...
Yu Chengwei had a gloomy face.
Today was already the second day since He Xing left, and he'd spent some extra time buying the ticket because he wasn't good at it. If he missed this one again... he wouldn't know where to find He Xing when the next one arrived.
So Yu Chengxu simply kicked the other person's leg down.
The stench disappeared, but the middle-aged man's angry face appeared before Yu Chengxu: "Are you sick? How does my crossing my legs bother you?"
It's fine if you want to do a handstand and cross your legs at home, but you cross your legs in public. It's fine if you do it in public, but you have to point your stinky feet in other people's faces. Are you a bitch?
"It's stinking me." Yu Chengwei said this while leaning back against the chair, successfully making a very ordinary, cheap chair look different. "Don't you have any idea?"
A more reasonable person would have been at a loss for words by now, but someone who feels at a loss for words because of what others say would never cross their legs and point their feet in someone else's face. So the middle-aged man not only didn't feel at a loss for words, but instead crossed his legs again and even said provocatively, "I'm fucking crossing my legs. If you can't stand it, go sit somewhere else!"
Yu Chengwei was too lazy to talk nonsense, he kicked the other person's leg down again.
This time the force was so strong that the middle-aged man grimaced in pain.
"Come on, try lifting it up again. Try pointing that broken foot at me again." Yu Chengxu looked at him with a fake smile. "I've got plenty of fucking money. At worst, I'll just cover the cost of your broken leg."
——It’s a lie.
He didn't have much cash on him this time.
There is a lot of money in the card, but he doesn't know whether his parents will suspend his supplementary card, so he doesn't dare to use it.
Although he thought so in his heart, Yu Chengxu was very confident when he said it. In addition, the clothes and pants he was wearing looked very expensive. He looked more like a rich second-generation rich man than the second-generation rich people in TV dramas. He didn't look like a poor man at all. So the middle-aged man next to him really believed it.
"Psycho," the middle-aged man continued to curse, but this time he finally stopped trying to put his stinky feet on his knees. "Fuck, what's the big deal about a few stinky bucks?"
Yu Chengwei ignored him and began to concentrate on resting his eyes.
He Xing didn't know that Yu Chengwei had already embarked on the same direction as him.
He was now sitting on the bed, tilting his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
Unlike those who need to constantly check their phones to pass the time, He Xing can stare out the window for hours. He only pulls out his phone to listen to music when he's tired, but he usually turns it off before he even starts playing.
He had never been dependent on electronic products, so He Xing naturally didn't notice that his phone had been filled with system errors.
The system was very dissatisfied, but it knew the host's temper, so it didn't say anything.
If the host discovered this on its own, it might think it did a good job. But if it did this and tried to take credit for it, the host would just find it baffling.
The girl sitting on the middle bunk came down the stairs with a copy of her English exam book and asked He Xing in a low voice if she could sit on his bed to read, because the girl on the middle bunk couldn't stand up.
She lowered her head when she said this, and then she remembered something and added, "...Well, it's okay if you don't want to, just reject me directly, really!"
He Xing had bought the middle bunk when he traveled before, but he couldn't stand up straight, so he had to lie down.
So this time he said yes without thinking, and then sat in the window seat again. His movements could be considered familiar in another sense.
The short-haired girl was obviously not very familiar with some of the words, and she didn't pronounce several of them correctly. However, she was very patient and repeated them over and over again in a low voice through the headset.
He Xing's thoughts gradually drifted away with the words she whispered, drifting back to the time when she was in college.
He was preoccupied with preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, and even at first, he stumbled over the words, insisting on following them correctly before moving on to the next one. Yu Chengwei didn't quite understand why he was torturing himself like this, but he didn't express his confusion.
Perhaps because he saw him reciting words in his spare time for a long time, Yu Chengwei reminded him one day when he couldn't memorize a word.
It was also at that time that He Xing unexpectedly learned that this second-generation rich man's English was very good, and it was actually British.
"My family hired a tutor for me when I was very young." Yu Chengwei saw the confusion in He Xing's eyes and answered his doubts with a smile, "They think the British style sounds better than the American style, but I think they are the same."
"It doesn't matter. I'll do whatever they want me to do," Yu Chengwei said at the time.
He Xing hummed, feeling a bit strange about Chengwei's last words. But he had no intention of delving too deeply into other people's affairs, so he simply thanked Chengwei and turned to continue reciting.
"Let's do this." Yu Chengwei, who was still learning to beat the rhythm, thought about it and suddenly said, "Xing Ge, why don't you learn English with me? I guarantee you can pass."
He Xing raised his eyebrows because Yu Chengxu said this in an extremely normal yet somewhat arrogant tone.
He knew that if he continued to study like this, his efficiency would be very low. He also realized from Cheng Wei's behavior during his time in the club that he was not the type of person who would get excited after a short while, but he still didn't intend to trouble him.
So He Xing opened his mouth, and the words of refusal were already on the tip of his tongue.
"Look, I still don't know how to compose music. I don't even know how to play the beat for any song I like." Yu Chengxu turned to look at him, put down the two pens in his hands, and interrupted He Xing's refusal. "I'll teach you English, and you can help me compose the music for the songs I'm interested in. How about this deal?"
This deal was a good one for him, so He Xing didn't think twice: "Okay, deal."
"Briefing means..." The little girl finished reading the words and was now trying to figure out the meaning of one of them. "...it seems to mean short-term, um, short-term!"
"Brief." He Xing suddenly said.
The little girl turned to look at him.
"Brief means short-term." He Xing finally stopped staring out the window when he said this. He turned to look at the little girl. "Briefing means a detailed introduction."
So why did I suddenly think of Yu Chengwei? Has he finally gone crazy?
The system, which was just about to cheer, keenly realized that something was wrong from the host's thought.
Based on its understanding of this host, it can say with certainty: the other party will definitely not allow the previous idea to continue.
Sure enough, the next second, the system heard its host say:
"If you don't mind, I can actually teach you English."
The little girl's eyes lit up, but dimmed again the next second. She lowered her head a little awkwardly: "...No, thank you very much.
"It's not a bother, not at all." He Xing said, and then asked, "By the way, do you have any other books besides this one? Can you lend them to me to pass the time? Textbooks and reference books are fine too."
"I... I have! I brought a lot of books." The little girl nodded immediately, then blinked after a moment, "Um... is this really okay? Will it really not bother you?"
"Sure." He Xing comforted her, "I'll teach you English and you can lend me your books. It's a very good deal."
If I read a little, I wouldn't have time to think about random things anymore, right? He Xing thought to himself. Even if he thought of the Mediterranean Headmaster, he couldn't think of Yu Chengxu.
—No, what do you mean by "I can think of the Mediterranean Dean but not Yu Chengwei!" I hate you! The system bit its nonexistent handkerchief, staring at the 9% transformation level on the screen, silently pounding the ground in its heart. Third host, I hate you!
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"Excuse me, ticket check." There was a knock on the wooden door, and then it was opened from the outside.
Several people sitting on the lower bunks near the door all looked at the smiling flight attendant at the door, and the air froze for a moment.
The tense atmosphere was not broken until Yu Chengwei handed over his ticket.
"Let's continue this conversation later, okay?!" Someone patted Yu Chengwei's shoulder and handed him his ticket. "I'll give you some advice!"
"Believe that you can win back the girl you love!" someone immediately added, "Keep going!"
Yu Chengwei nodded, holding his chin with his hand, his posture revealing a sense of laziness: "Okay, thank you in advance."
He didn't really like socializing, but he had to spend the next two days with these people. If he used his usual attitude, they might think he was showing off. So when they asked him where he was going and what he was planning to do, Yu Chengwei casually said he was going to chase someone.
It is easy to arouse people's curiosity when a man who is dressed in high-end goods and looks like a rich second-generation says that he plans to win back his ex.
Sure enough, these people came over out of curiosity the next second, and asked the other party what kind of personality the girl had and whether she was pretty.
"He seems to have a bad temper." Yu Chengxu thought for a moment and said, "But as long as he expresses his anger, it will be fine. Besides, he can listen to others even when he is angry."
"He looks...very handsome, a bit like a star from the 80s or 90s." He was particularly handsome. "When he was very young, a talent scout came to him."
"When he eats something he doesn't like, he'll turn his mouth down... Oh, and his first reaction to seeing something he's interested in is different from most people's. He'll look away first..."
"When he listens to music, he will unconsciously follow the beat. If it is a song he really likes, he can listen to it dozens of times a day."
"He's very organized and patient when it comes to tidying up, but he likes to pile things up before clearing them all at once." Yu Chengxu finally came to his senses when he said this. "He likes to boss people around when he's cleaning, and he'll glance at you to see if you're doing your job properly."
"If you're doing your job seriously, you might get a hug from behind. But if you're not doing your job seriously... he might just take the tools you're using to clean up and tell you to go play somewhere else."
"...I think I've said too much," Yu Chengwei rubbed his temples and sighed, "I'm sorry."
I clearly just wanted to fool these people, so how come they suddenly became addicted?
"Hey, what's there to be embarrassed about?" The eyes of the few people who originally just wanted to listen to the fun gradually brightened up. Now, like some high-powered light bulbs, they shone a glaring light at Yu Chengwei, saying, "Actually, I still want to continue listening." "I'll give you some advice! I guarantee you'll be able to pursue her!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Send flowers! You must send flowers when you meet!"
"You absolutely can't pick baby's breath. You have to pick something beautiful. My girlfriend even scolded me for not putting enough thought into it because of the baby's breath. Later, I learned my lesson and started choosing and matching my own flowers... I also learned a lot about flower arrangement."
Someone loudly criticized the person who was speaking: "He has a very good style now. Every Valentine's Day we ask him to help us check whether the flower combination looks good. But we still call him Baby's Breath for now!"
"Get lost! If you call me Mantianxing again, get as far away as you can!"
The door was knocked by the flight attendant.
Back to the present, Yu Chengwei looked at several boys who were obviously college students who followed his movements and handed out their tickets, and felt a little speechless and amused.
I didn't even know that the person I was pursuing was a man. What's the point of your advice?
Also, giving flowers when meeting someone is such a cheesy idea...TV dramas don't film it that way anymore.
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