When the bus arrived at the destination,
The other buses also parked.
Students came down one after another.
Among them, Baimu and Fan had the most people following them, while the other class deputies basically only led one class, and some had only a few people following them.
Everyone placed the students in the dormitory.
Fan then came over and nudged Bai Mu with his elbow, "Hey, Bai Mu, how many cards did you sell?"
Bai Mu looked behind him and said, "They're all sold. About twenty or so."
"Huh? So many?"
Fan was stunned. He hadn't sold so many cards.
Although he was followed by more than 20 classmates, he only sold three or four cards.
"Ah, why are these two classes I teach so hard to fool?"
He smacked his lips, revealing a hint of envy. "Want to drink tonight?"
Bai Mu shook his head.
"I don't have a drinking habit."
Fan shrugged.
"You don't smoke, you don't drink, you live such a simple life."
Fan lit a cigarette as he spoke. "Don't you have any bad habits?"
Bai Mu felt a little strange when asked.
“Do I have to have some bad habits?”
Fan smiled and said, "Of course."
For him, bad habits are salvation!
If a person lives without any involvement in anything, what is the point of living?
Bai Mu thought for a moment, "Does exercising in the morning count?"
"Uh, not really."
"So, does eating an apple every day count?"
“…”
Fandu was speechless by Baimu, "You must have just graduated, so you need to cultivate these skills slowly."
"My older sister said, 'Cigarettes build bridges, and wine paves the way. Without these two things, you won't be able to move forward."
"How about one?"
Fan opened the cigarette box and found that there were only a few cigarettes left in it.
He gestured for Baimu to take one: "Try it."
Bai Mu couldn't persuade him, so he took out one and learned to hold it between his index and middle fingers.
Fan quickly took out a lighter and lit it for Baimu.
Bai Mu looked at the mosquito coil-like object between his fingers with a bit of awkwardness, "Can this thing really suck?"
Fan: "Hey, if you don't smoke and I don't smoke, what will the New Eridu Defense Force use as weapons?"
"By the time the war breaks out, the SADF will have no bullets in its guns."
Smokers always have a hundred excuses to smoke.
Bai Mu took a tentative inhalation and immediately started coughing, "Cough cough cough..."
"It's spicy. I won't smoke anymore."
He threw the cigarette on the ground after he finished speaking.
Fan was confused when he saw it. "No, it's very expensive."
He picked up the cigarette, pinched off the burning part, and then pinched the cigarette that was a little shorter than what Bai Mu took a puff of, and put it into the cigarette box.
"I won't smoke even if it's expensive. I just don't like it."
Bai Mu said as he walked forward. He really didn't have this habit.
And for him, there is no reason to cater to anyone. If he likes something, he likes it; if he doesn’t like something, he doesn’t like it.
No one can change him.
"Well, if you talk to my girlfriend, you won't get scolded. I know that now."
"Women just like men who don't have bad habits."
Fan took a long breath and exhaled the smoke with all his might, as if he wanted to expel all his worries along with the smoke.
But troubles are troubles, and cigarettes can't change anything except temporarily deceiving yourself.
After a cigarette, the quarrel is still going on.
There should be discord.
Bai Mu said, "Since your girlfriend doesn't like you smoking, why don't you choose someone who doesn't care about it?"
He didn't quite understand this.
Fan, however, had experienced too much. "Come on, a woman who doesn't care about my smoking won't care about me either."
"I'd better just be the King of the Sea, Mr. Good Man."
Bai Mu asked curiously, "Who did you learn to smoke from?"
Fan glanced at him and said, "My sister smokes, so I learned from her."
He looked at the cigarette in his hand again. "But my sister needs to know a little bit about everything because of her job. I'm different."
"Hehe, I'm a loser. Without some cigarettes and alcohol, how can I survive this fucked up life?"
He said depressing words,
Looking back on the past, he was just a waste under the protection of his elder sister.
He has no special abilities and always gets into trouble.
Every time it was my sister who came to the police station to rescue him.
Bai Mu said: "You are quite comfortable without living."
Fan: "Free as hell, I feel free when I'm racing. I wanted to study fine arts and came to this university, but my score was only good enough for graphic design."
"The only fucking thing I know how to do is race cars."
He said casually, "Only when I'm racing do I feel like I'm fucking myself!"
When talking about racing, his eyes lit up and his tone became serious.
Bai Mu looked at him and asked, "Then why don't you learn racing?"
“It’s expensive.”
He walked forward with a cigarette in his mouth and his head in his hands.
"A racing car frame costs tens of millions of diners, wheels cost millions, and tires cost hundreds of thousands. You have to change tires seven or eight times after every race."
"I can't afford the loss alone."
"Racing is a game for rich guys, it has nothing to do with a jerk like me."
Fan said it without caring. It was the fact anyway and he had accepted it countless times.
Bai Mu thought for a moment and said, "I feel like you're a good driver. If I invest in you to get into racing, how much can you earn me?"
Bai Mu knew that he could not have a stable income by relying solely on the Chiya Gang or on his own painting.
Mr. Da also told him that if he wanted to build a family, he must have sufficiently diversified industries.
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