This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 57 Roommates

In Chengdu in 2009, subway construction was underway everywhere, making traffic exceptionally bad.

The distance from the North Railway Station to the Wangjiang Campus is less than ten kilometers, but Zeng Cheng took a full forty minutes to walk.

Dragging his suitcase, Zeng Cheng stood at the school gate, casually looking around.

Wangjiang Campus is the oldest campus of Sichuan University. Its architectural complex blends Chinese and Western palace styles with Suzhou architectural elements, creating a strong cultural atmosphere.

After all, the predecessor of Shuzhou University was Shuzhou Chinese and Western School, which was founded in 1896.

What does this mean?

The Empress Dowager was still alive then.

The school gate is sure to be bustling on the day of new student registration.

Instead of immediately entering the school gate, Zeng Cheng squinted and stood there for a while—he discovered that the girls at the main campus of Sichuan University were of really high quality, and most of them were wearing short skirts.

So I decided to compose half a poem: "From afar, white thighs; up close, thighs are white!"

An hour later, Zeng Cheng completed the lengthy registration and payment process and found his dormitory.

He looked at the house number and was somewhat surprised.

606!

It's quite auspicious.

Upon entering, Zeng Cheng found that his other three roommates had already arrived.

The School of Economics has relatively good benefits compared to other schools at Sichuan University.

Even during undergraduate studies, students are assigned to four-person dormitories, instead of the six-person dormitories found in most universities.

After greeting his three roommates, Zeng Cheng put his luggage away and then sat on the bed to chat with them.

Your college roommates are definitely very close, after all, it's a forced bond and living together day and night for four years.

After talking for a while, Zeng Cheng roughly figured out the situation of his three roommates.

Chen Yuliang, a native of Mianyang, is tall and thin, and has a refined and gentle demeanor.

He Shuhuan, from Guangdong, is the only out-of-towner in dormitory 606.

The young man was very handsome, wearing thick glasses, and looked like a well-behaved boy raised by the middle class.

Zeng Cheng found both of them to be fairly pleasing to the eye, and it's unlikely they're both oddballs.

The third roommate was named Wang Zicong, which is only one character different from the name of the young master Wang who would become famous in a few years.

He's clearly a rich kid, dressed head to toe in designer brands.

This person is a chatterbox and controls the pace of the conversation.

"Brothers, tell me, why did you choose the School of Economics at Sichuan University—especially you, He Shuhuan, you're from Guangdong, why didn't you go to Sun Yat-sen University? Did you not get in, or did you think salted duck wasn't good enough and wanted to try our Sichuan hot pot?"

He Shuhuan hesitated for a long time before finally giving a reason.

He got good grades in the college entrance exam and had no problem getting into Sun Yat-sen University. He chose Sichuan University because he heard that Sichuan and Chongqing have always been known for their beautiful women.

After all, it is the land of abundance, which produced Lady Huarui and Yang Guifei.

Oh, and there's also a great woman named Zhuo Wenjun from Linqiong.

In short, in his eyes, girls from Sichuan and Chongqing are all gentle and virtuous, and he wants to find one to be his wife.

After hearing He Shuhuan's words, Zeng Cheng and the other two couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He Shuhuan was very puzzled and couldn't understand why his roommates were laughing.

Zeng Cheng spoke first: "Handsome boy, you've definitely miscalculated. It's true that Sichuan and Chongqing have been known for their beautiful women since ancient times, but most of them are far from being gentle and sweet."

He Shuhuan frowned: "That can't be, can it?"

Wang Zicong chimed in, "Handsome guy, let me ask you, do you know which mountain in Sichuan province is the highest?"

"Qingcheng?"

"no."

"Emei?"

"wrong."

"Mount Siguniang?"

"You're still wrong."

After He Shuhuan said he really couldn't guess, the other three exclaimed in unison, "It's Mount Shu!"

Thus, a cultural gap emerged, and He Shuhuan couldn't understand it at all.

Rubbing his slightly sore cheek, Zeng Cheng steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Brothers, let's stop calling each other 'handsome guy' and 'pretty boy,' let's be more formal. Let's give our birthdates and arrange our seating order."

So the four of them clearly stated their birth dates.

As it turned out, Zeng Cheng was the youngest.

Wang Zicong was second to last.

Chen Yuliang is the oldest, followed by He Shuhuan.

Chen Yuliang, who had almost no presence, chuckled: "Haha... I'm the boss?"

He Shuhuan said with a bitter face, "I'm the second oldest? That sounds awful."

Wang Zicong didn't have any objections.

To be fair, the third child isn't a mistress.

After thinking for a while, Zeng Cheng gave a solution.

"The 'eldest' thing always sounds like we're running a gang, and 'second eldest' is even more ridiculous—it sounds like we're swearing. How about we start from third? Chen the Third, He the Fourth, Wang the Fifth, and me, Zeng the Sixth!"

The suggestion was quickly accepted by the other three roommates.

Wang Zicong then turned his gaze to Zeng Cheng, his expression somewhat scrutinizing: "Sixth Brother, why don't you introduce yourself too?"

"What should I introduce?"

"Just a hobby."

"My hobbies are quite diverse—" Zeng Cheng raised an eyebrow, "I like listening to the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute), watching the tides, flower arranging..."

Chen Yuliang and He Shuhuan: "..."

Wang Zicong immediately cursed, "Zeng Laoliu, you son of a bitch! I thought you were the most decent person in our dorm, but it turns out you're a total pervert!"

"What kind of man isn't a little flirtatious?" Zeng Cheng rolled his eyes at Wang Zicong. "I just thought everyone was a bit reserved, so I told a joke to liven things up. Guys, I have another suggestion: let's clean up the dorm first."

"That's a good option."

The other three nodded in agreement.

The operation was quickly launched, and the cleanup was completed half an hour later.

There was a little incident.

While cleaning the dormitory, they also discovered a treasure left behind by the previous students—such as a youth inspirational novel, the story of a Taipei teenager's struggle.

Wang Zicong promptly put them all away and locked them in his bookshelf.

Then, with a serious expression, he said to Zeng Cheng and the other two, "Brothers, it's not that I'm hoarding this, but these are all sugar-coated bullets. You are all good young people, so don't let yourselves be harmed!"

Zeng Cheng and the other two: "..."

After cleaning, the four roommates continued chatting, and eventually they started talking about their dreams.

He Shuhuan started by saying, "Study hard and make progress every day." He also plans to take the postgraduate entrance exam and pursue a doctorate in the future. He even intends to "open his eyes to the world" and go to the United States to study.

Chen Yuliang truly lives up to his name, saying that his goal is to join the student union, and ideally, to get a selection quota for civil servants before graduation, so that it will be easier to take the civil service exam, and in the future, he hopes to become a high-ranking official.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Cheng pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "You may be an official, but don't study the history of the Ming Dynasty. You can't handle that stuff."

Wang Zicong was the most sarcastic. He first sighed and said that this man had no ideals. After whetting the appetites of the group, he sighed again with a very wistful expression.

"After all, no matter how hard I try, I will eventually be destined to go home and inherit the family business, becoming a soulless billionaire."

"Guys, even though I was born into privilege, do you think I'm truly happy? No, actually, I'm miserable. I lost the joy of striving at only eighteen!"

Zeng Cheng grabbed a broom.

Chen Yuliang asked in confusion, "Sixth Brother, what are you doing?"

Zeng Cheng sneered, "Damn this pretentious bastard!"