Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Tang Chong was silent.

  In the past, men and women didn't know how to talk about romance, but they could accompany each other until old age.

  Nowadays, men and women meet and say 'I love you', but break up as easily as cutting grass.

  "If it's love, then it's still worth waiting for, right?" Tang Chong said with a smile. He extinguished the cigarette halfway through and inserted the butt into the soil of the flower pot behind him.

  "Yes. So, the premise is to first shoot the ball into one's own goal." Gaoshan burst out laughing, but was choked by the smoke and started coughing violently.

  When he heard him compare women to football, Tang Zhong was already very depressed. Thinking that his current identity was the ball he wanted to shoot, Tang Zhong became even more depressed.

  "Emotional matters cannot be forced. Maybe it's just that you two aren't suitable?" Tang Chong said with a smile. "Or perhaps you haven't found the right method?"

  "There are no unsuitable couples. As long as they tolerate each other, they can always be together. You say I haven't found a way, and that's something I have to admit - I know she sings well, so I've always thought of conquering her with songs, using my voice to express my love. It seems this trick doesn't work."

  "Perhaps..." Tang Chong hesitated for a moment, then said: "People who like to sing, she actually likes quietness and plain love?"

  "Impossible," said Gaoshan Dahan with a wave of his hand. "I can feel the deep emotions hidden in her singing voice. She was born for the stage, not for an ordinary life."

  Tang Chong looked at him speechlessly, thinking to himself: "Brother, I've already reminded you, if you don't know how to grasp the opportunity, then it has nothing to do with me."

  However, thinking of Tang Xin still undergoing closed treatment in the UK, Tang Chong's heart ached secretly.

  Is it meaningless to talk about these things now?

  Gao Shan took out the cigarette case again, pulled out the last two cigarettes and said: "The last two. One for each of us."

  "I'm done smoking." Tang Zhong waved his hand.

  "Go ahead. I won't force you. Smoking is a bad habit." Gaoshan lit up a cigarette himself and said, "You're a student?"

  "Yes." Tang nodded heavily.

  "Oh, where did you read that?"

  Nan Da

  "Nan Da?" High Mountain's face was full of surprise, and he asked: "Which department is Nan Da in?"

  "I'm studying applied psychology." Tang Zhong replied.

  "Hey." Gao Shan patted Tang Chong's shoulder and said, "Brother, we're schoolmates. I'm a senior at the School of International Trade this year. My name is Gao Shan, you can ask anyone in the trade department, they all know me. If there's anything that can't be settled, come find me. By the way, what do you call yourself?"

  "I'm Tang Zhong." Tang Zhong said with a smile. Thinking to himself, this guy is actually quite interesting. Stupid, but lovable.

  "Tang Zhong?" The expression on Gao Shan's face turned strange. "Is that the guy who carried Qiao Kun and Li Dapeng and threw them into the lotus pond?"

  Tang Zhong smiled awkwardly and said, "It's that guy."

  "Haha, if that's the case, I reckon nothing can get in your way at Nan Da either-----" Gao Shan said with a meaningful smile. "Those guys had it coming to them. They're always causing trouble and never studying properly. Someone taking care of them is doing everyone a favor-----by the way, you should be careful too. I heard Qiao Leng is not happy about this and has been saying he wants revenge."

  "I know he'll retaliate," said Tang with a nod. "When kids get bullied, they always find more kids to help them take revenge."

  "Hey, you don't look very old, but somehow you give off a somewhat elderly vibe?" said Gao Shan.

  "Been through too much."

  "What have you been through?" asked Gao Shan.

  "You tell me about your situation with her first, maybe I can also give you some advice."

  "Hey. It's no use saying anything. She's a big star now, and it's hard for me to even see her. Besides, I'm leaving this city too," said Gao Shan.

  "Leave? Where to?"

  "Go to Yanjing." Gao Shan smiled. "A music company has taken a liking to me and wants to sign with me. They promised to make me famous."

  "So you're not going to study anymore? What about your graduation certificate?" Tang Zhong asked with concern.

  "What's the use of reading books? No matter how well you read, after graduation, getting that diploma won't change anything ----- If I can become a singer and achieve some success, then I'll be closer to her." Gaoshan said with a face full of expectation.

  Tang Chong was really moved by him and thought to himself, "If I were a woman, I would accept him."

  However, emotions are such wonderful things; just because you think it's good doesn't mean Tang Xin will like it. So, let's wait until Tang Xin gets back and make the decision then.

  Tang Chong got up from the ground, patted his butt and said: "I'm going back to school. Do you want to go together?"

  Gaoshan waved his hand and said, "No way. I'll wait a bit longer. Maybe the Butterfly Girls have another activity today - if they come out, I'll go block their car."

  Tang Zhong really wanted to tell him that there were no activities for the Butterfly Group today. Tang Xin: Tang Xin has to go back to school now.

  After military training ended, classes were divided.

  This year, the Department of Psychology has a total of 120 new students, divided into three classes. Each class has 40 people. Tang Chong, Hua Ming, Li Yu and Liang Tao all study applied psychology, but Tang Chong and Hua Ming are in one class. Li Yu and Liang Tao were assigned to the second class. The third class is a major in basic psychology, also with 40 people.

  There were many familiar faces among his classmates, and he had already seen them during military training, which made Tang Chong feel very close.

  However, what made Tang Chong spit blood was that his arch-nemesis Jiao Nanxin also ended up in the same class as her.

  She was wearing a pair of white casual trousers and high heels. On top, she had on a black knee-length fitted windbreaker with an open-collared shirt underneath. Her height and long legs made her look stunning. Additionally, she had a unique wheat-colored complexion that drew people's attention.

  She walked into the classroom with a few girls, chatting and laughing with them. Whether it was boys or girls, they all put their eyes on her, with a bit of a unique flavor.

  Jiao Nanxin swept a glance over the classroom and said to the girl beside him, "Let's go. We'll sit by the window."

  Then she took the lead and walked to the front of Tang Chong's position and sat down.

  What a strong woman, even the seat has to be in front of Tang Zhong's.

  Jiao Nanxin came over, and the other girls naturally followed. This made Hua Ming extremely happy, he poked Tang Chong's arm and winked at him saying: "Did you see? The beauties are all coming for me. You're benefiting from being with me..."

  Tang Zhong didn't even bother to argue with him.

  "I'll choose one first, and the rest are yours." Hua Ming smiled mischievously, then proactively ran to flirt with Jiao Nanxin.

  Tang Chong took a look at the other girls and suddenly understood a truth: while men's IQ may vary, their tastes are surprisingly consistent.

  What Tang Zhong didn't expect even more was that Lu Yifei had also been assigned to half of it.

  He walked in with a few boys, scanned the classroom, and then sat down behind Tang Zhong, taking the initiative to greet him, smiling and saying: "I didn't expect that we would be assigned to the same class again. It's really fate."

  "Yes." Tang said perfunctorily.

  "I owe you an apology," said Lu Yifei. "You were right to call for a break back then. I didn't do it out of malice or intentionally target you, but only because I was worried that Coach would come back and see us slacking off and punish us."

  "You don't have to apologize to me," said Tang Chong with a smile. "Everyone has their own thoughts and choices. I called for a break because my legs were tired and I needed rest. You insisted on continuing, which also had your own considerations. This has nothing to do with me."

  "Haha, Tang Chong, you're really an interesting person." Lu Yifei said with a smile. "By the way, I heard from Teacher Li that there's going to be an election for class cadres soon. With your good relationships, are you interested in running?"

  Tang Chong glanced at him and said, "I shouldn't go up there, should I?"

  "It's also," said Lu Yifei. "As a student of Dean Jiao, you will not only learn the courses arranged by the department, but also follow Dean Jiao to study psychology. I'm afraid you'll be busy later..."

  Tang Chong smiled and did not respond.

  Li Qiang walked in with a smile and said: "Everyone, after a month of getting to know each other, we're no longer strangers. Today there are two things to do. One is to distribute your textbooks, as classes will officially start tomorrow. The other thing is... the election of class cadres."

  "Not bad, this is our Nanda tradition. Every class monitor and other cadres are students who competed for the position. There is no salary, nor any benefits. It's just giving you a chance to exercise. This will be very beneficial for your future work. My suggestion is that everyone signs up enthusiastically, regardless of success or failure, give yourself an opportunity."

  As the atmosphere on the scene became lively, Li Qiang smiled and said: "Those who are willing to run for election, write your name on the blackboard, then stand on the stage and make your campaign speech. Time is precious, let's start now. Who wants to be the first to take the lead?"

  A boy with a face full of acne was the first to go on stage, and although his speech was stuttering, he still won everyone's warm applause.

  With the first person on stage, all the other students also became enthusiastic.

  Hua Ming rushed onto the stage, saying he wanted to run for sports committee. The reason was that his build was big and his thick skin could handle heavy work. Lu Yifei ran for class monitor, the reason being that he had been temporary class monitor before, had experience, knew everyone's needs and would do a good job serving everyone in the future - this is how they all deceive voters before taking office.

  After a girl wearing glasses finished her speech, no one else went up again.

  "Is anyone else willing to come on stage?" Li Qiang asked.

  No one answered.

  "Have all of you given up?" Li Qiang said with a smile. He scanned the classroom and asked, "Tang Chong, aren't you going to try either?"

  Tang Zhongzheng wanted to answer, but Lu Yifei smiled and said behind him: "Teacher Li, I just asked Tang Zhong classmate earlier ---- he said he gave up."

  Tang Zhong's smile on his face momentarily froze, then he laughed even more happily.

  "Since Teacher Li has given his consent, I'll go and give it a try." Tang Zhong pushed open the chair and stood up.

  He walked up to the podium and wrote a big "Tang" character on the blackboard with white chalk, followed by a big "Chong" character.

  Iron brush silver hook, power is infinite.

  This beautiful calligraphy is unmatched by anyone else.

  Then he put his hands on the desk and smiled at his classmates below, saying: "I have no manifesto, only a warning."