The atmosphere in the car became dull.

Zhao Yi of course understood the implicit meaning of Feng Tan's conversation. He took a deep breath, feeling the comfort of oxygen entering his body, but there was a kind of vomiting blood.

Take out a cigarette from his pocket, take out one, ignite it, and inhale the rich smoke from his lungs, stimulating Zhao Yi's almost crazy nerves. Gradually, he began to calm down and spit out a thin white thread.

"Are you sure that the mining company will give you a new vein coordinate?"

Zhao Yi turned around and stared at the middle-aged man who had just met less than half a day.

Feng Tantan picked up the cigarette box placed on the front rack of the car, took out one, and put it in his mouth while putting it in his pocket. After completing this series of extremely natural movements, he clamped the cigarette with his fingers, took it off from his lips, and played with Zhao Yi's lighter, saying lonely: "They want to share 80% of the profit. But no matter what, it is better than digging out a pile of worthless waste. Although the money is not much, at least... can keep me alive."

Zhao Yi carefully observed his eyes, and deeply explored the changes in every facial muscle. The dispersed detection consciousness keenly touched Feng Tantan's body. The increase or decrease in body temperature will be quickly transmitted to Zhao Yi's brain as soon as possible. This almost suffocating silence lasted for nearly five minutes, and was finally broken by his slightly low voice, but with a sound that could not speak of the magnetic smell.

"I need an employee. In a short time, you shouldn't find a better option than this." ...

It had just rained lightly, and the air was filled with a wet and fresh atmosphere. The sunshine that scattered from the clear sky revealed a colorful light, and a layer of fresh and elegant face was reflected on the surface of the tall and majestic teaching building of the National University.

This is another world—a world that only exists in fairy tales for industrial civilians. There is no hunger, no cold, no heat or thirst here. Everyone can enjoy the zi you and happiness given by the Federation. Death is very far away from them, even unimaginable.

Walking on the cement-paved trail and feeling the comfort brought by the air in the skin, Zhao Yi felt a very unreal illusion—as if this was not the world he was familiar with, but the paradise recorded in the holy scriptures.

Yes, he has been to Hell. Just yesterday, he just returned from there.

He once thought that legend was just a fiction, and the warning of the s12 survivor was just a by-product of the birth of resentment and loneliness. Only by being immersive, truly hearing, seeing, experiencing the madness that was forced into despair, and witnessing the blood and horror that could not be imagined before, can we understand more than anyone else... the meaning of the word "citizen".

"Mom! Is the Big Bad Wolf a bad guy?"

On the seat by the roadside, a four or five-year-old girl was snuggling in her mother's arms, pointing to the pictures on the fairy tale book, and asked angrily.

She is watching "The Story of Little Red Riding Hood".

The picture is an anthropomorphic wolf. Standing with his feet, his hideous face and his thin body are a bit funny.

"The big bad wolf is a bad guy. As for the bad guys... liars, robbers, thieves, and /ji/women, they are all bad guys."

The mother's moral concept is obviously too bounded.

"So, will Uncle Jingcha put the bad guys in jail?"

The purest innocence is revealed in the tender voice.

"meeting----"

The mother answered affirmatively: "All bad people will be punished."

"Punishment is death, right?"

"Haha! Baby, you're not as old as you care about this issue. If you grow up, you'll understand..."

The distance is getting farther and farther away, and the conversation behind me is already blurred.

Zhao Yi only felt that his steps were heavy——Indeed, all bad people would be punished. Scammers, robbers, thieves, /ji/women... They are all bad people.

This definition covers almost all industrial civilians.

In other words, they are all bad people who support the entire human society and are so huge that they must be based on "gigabytes".

Zhao Yi raised his head and looked up at the sunny sky.

He suddenly remembered the words that the s12 survivors had repeatedly told.

"Teacher...you are right."...

Finding someone in the girls' dormitory is quite troublesome.

It was really difficult to talk to the staff on duty in the doorman. Although this woman looked only in her forties, she was indifferent and taciturn than an old woman in her 80s. She kept lowering her head and tidying, and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Yi's request. It was not until another boy with the same needs came up and placed a five-yuan denomination bill on the table, the face comparable to that of a thousand-year-old Hengbing showed a hint of arrogance and contempt.

With a vivid demonstration, Zhao Yi suddenly realized and took out his wallet.

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Yu Bei was wearing a light green silk dress, and the waist-closing cut style just showed her almost perfect figure. Her attitude was a little cold and reserved. Although her charming face was smiling, it contained obvious pride and meanness.

Zhao Yi always believed that the night at the "Rose Jing Ling" restaurant was a complete accident. He did not blame Yu Bei for leaving midway————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

For several days, Zhao Yi has been calling Yu Bei, either no one answered or just turned off the phone.

"I forget to charge sometimes. Sorry!"

Yu Bei had already shown some impatientness, and his tone became cold: "If nothing happens, let's do it for the time being! I still have physical education classes tonight and I have to change my clothes."

"When are you free? I want to invite you to have a cup of coffee or a meal."

Zhao Yi said persistently: "Last time was just an accident. I was a little hurrying in time that day. Because it was not my clothes, I forgot to bring my wallet."

"So, isn't that "Caiser" brand hunting outfit yours?" Yu Bei's laughter contained contempt and contempt.

Zhao Yi was speechless.

He did like Yu Bei. But even a fool could hear the meaning hidden in Yu Bei's words. In Zhao Yi's mind, the pure figure in the suspender skirt was wrapped in a very strange fog, gradually drifting further and further away, leaving only a vague body frame.

"I borrowed it from someone else."

Zhao Yi didn't want to lie on this issue, and there was no need. Out of regret and nostalgia for his once loved beautiful memories, he took a deep breath and said seriously: "I want to invite you to be my dance partner for the summer dance next month."

"Dance partner? Are you sure?"

Yu Bei seemed a little surprised. She was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed "Princess".

"Okay! I don't want to joke about this issue, and I don't want you to have unrealistic fantasies about me because of a certain sentence. You might as well be more straightforward, I know you like me. But we are not suitable, and I won't like you either."

"Won't?"

Zhao Yi asked subconsciously. "Don't like" and "I won't like it." represent two completely different concepts.

"Yes! No———"

Yu Bei emphasized it specifically. She raised her head, looked back and said proudly: "You don't have the material foundation I need, and there will be no result between us. You are a freshman, and I don't know if you have heard of all kinds of rumors about girls in the dance academy. Maybe you will think I am too materialistic, maybe you will think my actions have desecrated love. But I must tell you—between feelings and money, I will always choose the latter."

Zhao Yi looked at her calmly.

This overly calm attitude surprised Yu Bei a little. She originally thought she would see a farce of crying and shouting, or the boy grabbed her hands tightly and begged not to leave, and gave him another chance... Yu Bei had seen such a scene countless times, and she had personally experienced it. However, it was the first time for her to have such a plain and cold scene.

The two of them stood very close, and Yu Bei could clearly see Zhao Yi's eyes without any change. There was no excitement, no anger, no sorrow or begging. There was only the coldness of indifference to everything.

Yu Bei did not continue the cold sarcasm that had not finished speaking. She suddenly couldn't help but shiver and shone with her eyes in fear.

Some men are unimaginable crazy about love. Especially for women who say no to themselves, they may even turn from ordinary quarrels to death and killing them. Such examples are everywhere and are not news at all.

"Why promise to have dinner with me?"

After a half-minute silence, Zhao Yi opened his lips again and said, "Since he doesn't like me, why do you still do that?"

"Because, I'm not sure if you have the qualifications to pursue me----"

Yu Bei sneered and said, "A meal shows a lot of hidden things. The dinner cost of "Rose Jing Ling" is not cheap, it is almost the income of an ordinary person for half a year. If you want to say something about giving you a chance, then I can tell you--I have given you a chance. However, you can't even get the money to pay."

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Yi's face. He shook his head and said, "As long as you have money, can you promise anyone?"

"I don't want to live a poor life."

Yu Bei said bluntly: "Actually, before you, several men have said such things. They humiliated me, scolded me, said I was shameless for money / bitch / whore... But so what? I traded my body and beauty for everything, and what about you? Isn't the purpose of getting women into bed, doing / love / love, saying boring love words, and when you really need you when you are pregnant, they disappear, for fear of getting into trouble... enough, I have seen too many such things. In this world, love is always a false and wonderful bubble, and only money is the reality that can be held in your hands-----"

"Don't want to blame me with your self-righteous face———"

Perhaps because he was touched by the real emotions deep in his heart, Yu Bei's face began to turn red, and his speech was getting faster and faster.

"I will never believe in any so-called love anymore. It is just a ** that is sprayed from a man's rotten body driven by impulse and hope. It is very smelly and dirty. Do you think two people are together, just hugging, kissing, and playing with hands? Be more awake! Reality is much crueler than dreams. If you don't have money, you are not even as good as a dog who eats shit. Women pay for love and ****, what about men? You only have satisfaction and fun in this game... Since you are talking, I have nothing to hide. If you really like me so much and want me to be your girlfriend, no problem---800,000 federal dollars, I can accompany you for a year. If you don't have so much money, there is nothing to say. The best way is to give up your thoughts as soon as possible, or find another good girl who can accept you and be willing to be poor."

Zhao Yi has always been very calm.

He didn't have nothing to say, but he just felt that there was no need to say it.

Everyone has an understanding of love... He shook his head, his eyes a little astringent. No matter what, this is his first love after all. Zhao Yi really wanted to take out the check book from his inner bag of clothes, write a string of numbers that were enough to shock Bei in the amount bar, and then slam it hard on her face with a look of arrogance and satisfaction. But what's the use of doing this?

Money can buy **, but it can never be exchanged for the soul... This sentence is simply right.

Zhao Yi really wants to swear and curse. This is the most direct way to vent his emotions.

But in his heart, there was also a hint of regret and a little sadness.

"Ding——————————————————————”

The harsh horn sound broke the embarrassing and dull atmosphere. Zhao Yi was shocked and turned to look towards the source of the sound source. He saw two precious silver-gray "Geely" cars coming from the gate of the college and slowly parked in the open space more than ten meters away from the girls' dormitory.

In the cosmic era, "Geely" has long become a household name aristocratic brand. Its popularity and value even surpass that of "Mercedes-Benz".

A handsome young man pushed open the car door and walked out of the driver's seat. In the other car, four tall men in black were all wearing sunglasses and indifferent faces, surrounding the young man in the middle. Obviously, they were a group of bodyguards.

"Bibei, why are you here?"

The young man was about twenty years old and was wearing a simple style of handmade casual outfit. He walked forward with a smile, first looking at Yu Bei, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Yi standing next to him.

"Wesley, I'm waiting for you."

Yu Bei raised her head and showed an infinite smile of joy. Her eyes were filled with unconcealed teasing. She quickly walked up to her, gently hugged the man's right arm, and pressed her tightly in her arms. It seemed that it was her most cherished treasure.

Wesley's eyes were always staring at Zhao Yi. He glanced at Yu Bei who was pressing against him, stretched out his left hand and squeezed hard on her chest. This rude movement did not arouse Yu Bei's disgust. She twisted left and right in the man's arms like a spoiled person, and her neck and cheeks quickly turned red. Although she was dodging, no matter from which angle, it seemed to be catering.

"who is he?"

While playing with the soft flesh in his hand, Wesley looked at Zhao Yi, and a cold and show-off smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.
To be continued...