331 Eight Years of University (1/2)

It was almost noon when Xiao Luo arrived at Xisheng Aeronautical University, so he decided to head directly to the stall selling bouncy noodles at canteen No.3. It was crowded by then, with customers swarming around the stall window. No one thought to form a queue but instead chose to jostle into position in front of the window. There were many incidents of foot-stamping and shoving going on, and not surprisingly, complaints and curses were rife.

When it came to complaining and cursing, one particular man stood out. He had a shrill voice and was a large man of rather a full stature, in that he was short and round.

”Hey! Stop squeezing in; if you squeeze any closer, you'll get pregnant!”

”Oi, you're stepping on my foot, you blind fool!”

”Those servings of bouncy noodles are mine, don't try to steal them from me.”

Sporting a middle-parted hairstyle, attired in a black traditional Chinese suit, and with a chubby, round face, he was the mirror image of Kim Jong-un.

Xiao Luo was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face. The Kim Jong-Un look-a-like was none other than Guan Tong, a former classmate in college. Guan Tong had a bit of a dubious reputation—he had to repeat his sophomore year in college due to his poor academic performance, and despite repeating it, he still couldn't obtain the modular credits required, so Guan Tong decided to suspend his studies. Xiao Luo later heard from Zhang Dashan that after a two-year break, Guan Tong applied to return to school again. He had always thought that Zhang Dashan made it up for laughs, but now that he saw Guan Tong here, it turned out to be true.

Meanwhile, after grabbing three bowls of bouncy noodles with meat sauce and squeezing his way out of the crowd, Guan Tong stepped right in the path of Xiao Luo. He blinked his small eyes slit before he finally ascertained the identity of the man before him.

”Xiao Luo?!”

For a brief moment, on seeing the familiar face of Xiao Luo again, Guan Tong was transported back in time. But upon seeing the faces of the many young students around him, he quickly woke up and returned to the present.

”Guan Tong. It's been a long time,” Xiao Luo greeted him warmly.

...

Ten minutes later, the two were sitting down on a table catching up on old times.

Xiao Luo ate bouncy noodles as well, but Guan Tong was the one who helped him order his bowl of noodles. He was large and fat, so no one dared to say a word when he cut through the crowd to buy a bowl of bouncy noodles. Besides, he also had a vicious-looking face.

”I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw you, I didn't think it was really you. Aren't you working in Jiangcheng? When did you come back, surely it can't be another story similar to how Hu Hansan came back?”

”I just came back this year, I'm going to develop my future career here in Xiahai.”

Xiao Luo took a bite, and the bouncy noodles still had the same familiar taste, which instantly reminded him of many things from the past.

”Welcome back. At least now, I won't feel lonely, and I'll have someone to harass when I get bored, haha,” Guan Tong said.

Xiao Luo raised an eyebrow. ”How can you be feeling lonely when our class president has been in Xiahai all along?”

”Don't even mention Guo Qinghe. He is now a top-tier recruiter of an MLM organization, I've not been in contact with him,” Guan Tong replied, unconsciously looking around as he shook his head.

A top-tier recruiter of an MLM organization? Guo Qinghe?

Xiao Luo was totally shocked, and Guan Tong's words caught him off guard.

”Guo Qinghe dresses well, but it's only to come off as a successful person. He does this to deceive those poor people who want to get rich overnight, and they land up spending their hard-earned money on his schemes. The locations he chooses are all in counties or small towns to the south of Xiahai City, and he specializes in scamming outsiders.”

”How do you know all this?” Xiao Luo asked.

”The first down line distributor he found when he first joined the MLM was me, how could I not know that? It's a good thing my mind was sharp enough, or I'd also have fallen in his trap.”

Guan Tong sighed, and by then, he had already finished a bowl of bouncy noodles and was starting on his second bowl. ”Forget it, let's not talking about him; it isn't good to talk about others behind their backs. I didn't go to the class reunion he organized last year for this reason. Oh, by the way, you and Zhao Mengqi... have you both tied the knot?”

”We broke up.”