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  Chapter 37: Don’t Have Too Maionships

  TL: Etude

  “Not at all, I was just joking earlier, just to fort Old Jiang. How could I possibly chase a girl for three years? A rich sed geion like me, it’s impossible when you think about it!”

  Cao Guangyu regretted his words, attempting to justify himself.

  “Ah, right, right, right.”

  Zhou Chao didn’t want to listen to more, pig up some toilet paper and heading towards the bathroom.

  “I really dated five girls, but it became more and more meaningless. That’s when I realized being single is the real luxury.”

  “I get it, Old Cao, but could you not follow me talking about it? I’m going to the toilet, fod’s sake. If you want to justify yourself, go find Ren Ziqiang!”

  Zhou Chao, holding the roll of paper, stopped at the bathroom door, annoyed by Cao Guangyu, and shut the baly door with his hand.

  Cao Guangyu, left with no choice, turo find Ren Ziqiang.

  Ren Ziqiang was lying on his bed chatting with Pan Xiu, smiling from ear to ear, aing Cao Guangyu’s wo in one ear and out the other.

  “Ziqiang, you uand, right? A rich sed geion like me ’t be… what’s that word? Old Jiang, what did you call it just now? I think it’s quite fitting.”

  Jiang Qin ughed: “A ‘sycophant.'”

  Cao Guangyu nodded vigorously: “That’s right, I ’t be a sycophant!”

  “Ah, right, right, right.” Ren Ziqiang, busy texting, responded nontly.

  Cao Guangyu was instantly furious: “Old Ren, you’re being disrespectful.”

  “I’m chatting with Pan Xiu!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Uh…”

  “Damn it, don’t tell Pan Xiu I’m a sycophant. If you do, how I fayone in Finance Css 3?”

  Before Ren Ziqiang could show his phone, Cao Guangyu saw the crucial word and couldn’t help but curse.

  Ren Ziqiang also felt wronged. I was having a nice chat, and you kept nagging about being a sycophant. I just typed it out reflexively.

  QQ in 2008 didn’t have a message recall funaking the story even more tragic.

  Cao Guangyu gred at him silently, eventually ying on his bed, staring at the white ceiling, silent.

  That night, he lost both love and dignity.

  The summer night was hot, but in the dorm of Lin Uy, there were only two fans. One hung above the dorm door, the other at the top of the baly door. The old bdes spun wildly under electric power, buzzing like a small, old man with a broken lung.

  Jiang Qin, while enjoying the breeze, was discussie details with his senior, Su Nai, over the puter.

  But this senior seemed preoccupied, responding slowly and even mistyping at times, not at all like a tech geek, more like someone who hadn’t touched a puter in years.

  “Senior, I’ve found some websites simir to your requirements. You have a look, I’m busy with something else.”

  “?????”

  After a while, Su Nai sent over some images and URLs of well-developed websites with clear frameworks and structures, closely matg Jiang Qin’s requirements.

  After them, Jiang Qihese websites shared a on fw: to dispy tent riess, their homepages were overly full.

  Basic ses were a given, but features like hot rankings, keyword searches, aernal links were unnecessary. They not only made the page look bloated but also wasted users’ time filtering out unwanted tent.

  Of course, the product managers of big websites aren’t just idling around; they desiges that way mainly to provide enough viewing time for advertisements, even if it means sacrifig user experience.

  Jiang Qin typed his feedback to Su Nai, several suggestions.

  But she seemed still busy and didn’t reply.

  Am I not the t here? Why do I have to wait for a reply like a sycophant?

  And what could she possibly be busy with in the middle of the night, not even replying to her boss’s messages? She really hasn’t been toughened up by society.

  Jiang Qin, cursing under his breath, closed the chat window and then opened Hong Yan’s QQ to ask how she was doing.

  Regardless of everything, today’s events started because of him. It would be utterly inhuman not to extend a simple greeting.

  Hong Yan replied quickly, first with a smiley face, then saying nothing much, just that she and Chu Siqi weren’t speaking.

  The smiley face emoji in 2008 represented a genuine smile, with ive otations, so Jiang Qi slightly relieved.

  Chu Siqi’s arrogance was unbearable for anyone. After all, she oiled by her parents from a young age and thought the world revolved around her. But ign her rendered her temper impotent. Hong Yan, a smart girl, must uand this cold treatmehod.

  But why do I, who alks about love, now seem like a pyboy?

  Jiang Qi depressed. Is romarouble aable trial for those who are reborn?

  Then, Jiang Qin opened Feng Nanshu’s QQ, asking if she was adjusting to staying ht at the school. Feng Nanshu didn’t express homesiess but mentiohat the night at Lin Uy felt very dark, seemingly hinting at her longing for home.

  Besides, Yu Shasha also messaged him, asking if he had met Chu Siqi. Jiang Qin, very astute, instantly guessed she must have heard about today’s i from Wang Huiru. He pretended not to be online and didn’t reply.

  In addition to chat messages, there were also several friend requests in his notification box, mostly from female students of Finance Css 3, with remarks like “Finance Css 3 XXX”.

  One of them was Jiang Tian, highly praised by Cao Guangyu, which was somewhat ued for him.

  [Jiang Qin, I’m Jiang Tia’s be friends.]

  Just as Jiang Qin was about to accept the request, he suddenly felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Lu Guangrong standing behind him, looking at him with a plex expression.

  “Teacher Lu, good evening. Are you here for a dorm check?”

  Lu Guangrong hummed in affirmation, then spoke early, “Jiang Qin, you’re quite handsome, but as a student, you should prioritize your studies. Lin Uy doesn’t oppose students dating, but don’t get involved with too many.”

  Jiang Qin: “?????”

  Before he could respond, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao burst out ughing, bending over and pounding the bed with ughter.

  “Alright, alright, stop ughing. I’m here to check the dorms and to inform you that military training starts tomorrow m. Everyone should sleep early and not be te. Make a good impression on the instructor.”

  After delivering his routine message, Lu Guangrong turned ahe dorm, repeating the same words in the room.

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