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Everyone is as excited and excited about their upcoming college life as "having a girl" and losing their virginity.

Yang Hua is no exception, even more so.

I remember lingering at the school gate, looking at the moving and beautiful senior students passing by, their graceful figures as impatient as a dung beetle encountering a lump of excrement.

So his first life goal began to be planned:

1. In the first year, try to get a MM.

2. In the second year, you must pick up a beautiful girl.

3. In the third year, you must find a girl who you like and who likes you.

4. To be determined.

As a person, you should not be afraid of anything, just be afraid of not having a goal. Yang Hua said this to his buddy Zhang Zhong. He was in the school dormitory when he said this. Zhang Zhong was playing CS at that time, and he didn’t even turn his head.

Say two words: "Truth."

Yang Hua, who was still ready to continue talking, was about to tell Zhang Zhong his original life goal when he suddenly heard the crackling sound of Zhang Zhong slamming the keyboard with his hand, followed by a loud curse: "Fuck you, will you?"

I don’t know how to play, I’m just throwing smoke bombs around, I’m such a fool!”

Yang Hua looked at Zhang Zhong with an expression as if someone had killed his whole family. Without saying a word, he suppressed the life plan he blurted out.

The words "Time is like this" will never come out of a student's mouth, just like the words "I don't like money" will never come out of my mouth.

In the blink of an eye, half a year of college has passed.

"Zhang Zhong, what are you doing?" Yang Hua's voice came in.

Zhang Zhong, who was still immersed in CS as Edison was studying light bulbs, blurted out: "He's killing people."

"Stop playing. Isn't it fun to have a villain jumping around on the screen all day? If you have the ability, you can really join our great hero's People's Liberation Army and fight that American with real guns and live ammunition." Yang Hua

Zaibian walked in and said.

Zhang Zhong slowly turned his head, with a disgusting look on his face, and said with a smile: "It makes sense."

"Tomorrow I will fill out the volunteer form to join the army and contribute to the country. Maybe I can become a martyr like Dong Cunrui, Huang Jiguang, and Lei Feng."

"Fart, Lei Feng was hit by a telegraph pole." Yang Hua laughed and cursed.

Zhang Zhong's eyes rolled slowly: "Really? Lei Feng was killed by a telegraph pole? Damn, he wasn't blown up by explosives? Hey, that won't work, his death is too unheroic, no, I won't be Lei Feng."

"Haha, they are all the People's Liberation Army, the same. I said, do you want to go out for a drink?" Yang Hua had already stood up, patting his wrinkled clothes with his hands.

Zhang Chong smiled evilly and asked Yang Hua evilly: "You please?"

"Let's go, grass."

The two of them chatted and laughed before arriving at Fatty Wang's small restaurant.

Fatty Wang is a fat man. This is a bit wordy, but it is true. According to Yang Hua, the meat on his body would be as strong as a pig that had been raised for a year if cut off.

The small restaurant run by Fatty Wang is located near the school. Due to the overcrowding, it is still somewhat popular.

Yang Hua and Zhang Zhong had already arrived at the door of the small restaurant.

"Why don't you bring me here?" Zhang Zhong said reluctantly as he looked at the small restaurant.

Yang Hua turned around and gave him a look that could kill: "Brother, it's my money. How about you pay for me to come here and I won't let you fart?"

Zhang Zhong was suffocating in his heart, but he smiled and said, "It's vulgar. It doesn't matter who invites whom. We two brothers are still polite. Let's go. Let's go. Small restaurants are also restaurants, and they all cost money. What do you think?"

Really?" After saying that, he walked in first, as if he was afraid that the guy behind him would change his mind.

Fatty Wang is always the first to receive customers. At this moment, he walked out of the store with his chubby belly, still with the profiteer smile on his face: "Come here?"

Yang Hua and Zhang Zhong turned to look at the sweating fat man in front of them and said, "Fat people are afraid of heat, right? Are you hot?" After saying that, they looked at the fat man covered in sweat.

Fatty Zhang chuckled: "It's hot, who's not hot today?" After saying that, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the sweat on his face.

I saw a bead of sweat as big as a bean slowly flowing down from Fatty Wang's belly, and slowly, slowly, entering his crotch again.

Yang Hua and Zhang Zhong didn't say another word. They ordered two side dishes, a few bottles of beer, and started eating.

"Hua Zi, actually I think Xie Yuting is pretty good. She has a convex or concave figure. Otherwise, if I see you, you will chase her. I can guarantee that she is still a virgin. And I heard that the Niu family is very rich."

Zhang Zhong on the side began to talk about a course that every college student must take.
Chapter completed!