C70 (1/2)

Qin Feiyan's partner hadn't come yet, so when I sat back down on the chair, she came over laughing.

I'm actually very interested in such a nice little girl, not nine points.

Qin Feiyan came up to me and bent over like she was admiring an artifact. She placed her hands on her knees and looked at me; I almost laughed out loud.

I seem to understand that it was my image of Stallone as a tough guy that attracted Qin Feiyan so much that she didn't want to leave for a long time.

Another possibility is that the dancing partner Qin Feiyan was waiting for was dirty and she didn't like it at all.

The people are no less open now than they are in the country. People used to talk about how the country should be cleared up, but now they don't seem to be hearing that kind of jarring talk; because we're on our way.

Thinking about Tang Dynasty, our ancestors' civilization was the most open to the world; a country like the Mi Nation hadn't appeared yet, and now that we've caught up, it's like a dream for our ancestors.

Does emancipating the mind also involve emancipation? No theorist would dare to admit it openly, but the big guys knew it.

As I say, some of our achievements have now left the so-called powerful Mi far behind; largely because of our insistence on openness and emancipation of consciousness, anyone who speaks without conscience is farting, and no one will pay any attention to it.

When Qin Feiyan sat beside me, she first attempted to carry her on his shoulder. Think about it, how would you react if a pretty girl was carrying you on his shoulder? It had long since melted half of her body.

Qin Feiyan saw that I was unmoved after carrying me on my shoulder, so she simply grabbed onto my hand in a spoiled manner: ”Aiya, Brother Guzi, aren't you going to dance with Feiyan? I already told you my name, but you're still afraid that I'll lie to you! ”

Right after Qin Feiyan finished speaking, the lights in the ballroom suddenly lit up. It was the time when the dancers had to rest after a chapter of music was played.

When the lights came on, I sized Qin Feiyan up. Seeing that she looked like a sweet female student, I couldn't help but ask: ”Is Miss Qin a student?”

”Yeah, Brother Guzi, you have good eyes!” Qin Feiyan took the opportunity to grab my hand and shook it: ”I'm a sophomore in the Chinese department of Tiannan University. Oh, after the summer vacation, I'll be a junior!”

I was startled and thought to myself: Why is a sophomore like me … I didn't think deeply and agreed to dance with Qin Feiyan.

The lights dimmed once again, and the overflowing voice resounded once again. Qin Feiyan stuck closely to me, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, I held her close to my ear and asked: ”Feiyan, who are you waiting for?”

Qin Feiyan gave a disdainful ”Ai” reply in anger, ”Brother Guzi is still asking. He's an ugly, old and useless person!” Qin Feiyan's words confirmed my deduction.

Stunned, I pushed Qin Feiyan away and stared into her eyes. ”Ugly, old, and stupid, why are you looking for him!?”

Qin Feiyan pulled my hand and placed it on her plump bosom: ”What kind of director is this, feeding me with 5000 yuan a month, how can I complete my studies?”

I feel as if my heart has been turned over, bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, astringent, and so on.

I stared at Qin Feiyan, and once again hugged her to my arms and danced with her heavy steps.

Another girl who was willing to spend all her money just to finish her studies? Was He Ye like this, or was Qin Feiyan like this?

The reason for this was that the poor wanted to go to school, that they wanted to change the family environment, and that the country also gave huge sums of money each year.

But there were too many poor students, and they had to eat without paying their tuition fees; and where did the money come from, and where did they spend it? Asking his parents, who would find it hard to even support him, for help was impossible.

Therefore, at the annual assembly, there were heartless delegates who said that the children of the poor should not go to university. Wasn't this just bullshitting?

If there was any equality in society now, it was the university entrance examinations; poor children had to go to college to lay the foundations for a change in the family environment.

But when you enter a university, you have to have the money to complete your studies. There is no reason to lose your dignity; you have to lose your morals.

But who can explain morality? Morality is a bundle of cardboard boxes on the back of a dilapidated wife on the street?

Morality is the head of the bent old man in the poor mountain?

Morality is cheap rouge and perfume on the face of a street girl?

If everyone was spending hundreds of thousands of yuan on a single night like KTW, why would they pick up trash, dig up herbs, and sell themselves for money!

I thought about it in my heart and couldn't help but have the urge to fight against injustice. I lightly kissed Qin Feiyan on the lips and said, ”Sister Qin, tell Big Brother. ”What's his name?!”

”His name is Zhu Zaoshan, he is director's guarantor!” Qin Feiyan was very grateful that I kissed her, and said emotionally: ”It seems to be from West District!”

”West District!” I called out, and Qin Feiyan kissed me on the cheek and asked: ”Are Brother Guzi and West District familiar?”

I hurriedly said, ”Not familiar, not familiar!” But I remembered the Secretary Youlan.