Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 34
Every university has a confession wall, and as the primary source for all the major and minor happenings, gossip, and scandals, it’s definitely worth adding, right?
There was a post on the school’s confession wall: “I found out that the class officer secretly used class funds to buy himself a banana-themed underwear. Should I expose him?”
The top comment is: “Things bought with public money belong to the public, so let’s take them out and let the whole class take turns wearing them.”
There is still:
Wall brother, let me vent about my current girlfriend. How can a girl be so petty? Didn’t I just take a shower with my female friend? Is it really necessary to keep arguing with me? I explained to you that we didn’t do anything. If something had happened, it would have happened by now, okay? Why are you being so suspicious? We’ve been in a cold war for two or three days. I’ve apologized and softened my stance, but it still doesn’t work. Besides, she likes girls. I really don’t know how to tell my girlfriend that I don’t want to break up with her. And who hasn’t showered with their good friends when they were kids? I’m really speechless.
Even more explosive is:
Wall wall, I’m submitting a suggestion. I don’t discriminate against homosexuals, but you guys are doing it in the dorm? At two or three in the morning, do you really think we’re asleep? Once or twice is fine! Can’t you control yourselves and go to a hotel? I hope you see this and be more self-aware. I’ve thought for a long time about whether to say this, we’re all good buddies, don’t let it affect our dorm relationship, anonymous.
Although Song Ciyue and the others had never encountered it, they still wanted to know how such a shocking event had happened.
The confession wall is a comprehensive platform that combines complaints about the school, teachers, classmates, roommates, partners, and more. Of course, it also allows for mutual help, buying and trading books, and even recruiting partners.
A few days ago, Yang Liu was still thinking that she was quite lucky not to have tasted the bitterness of love. But just a couple of days later, while out for a walk, she saw a young couple being affectionate, and as a lifelong singleton, she felt deeply hurt.
“I want to fall in love, can you find me a boyfriend?”
She announced it in the dormitory.
“We can’t think of anyone right now. How about we put your name on the confession wall? There’s a singles event coming up, so finding a boyfriend is definitely possible. Plus, you can watch movies for free.”
Shang Nuan suggested.
Yang Liu was heartbroken: “No way? No way? We have five strategists in our dormitory, such an extensive network of connections, and yet there’s not even one suitable candidate to be my boyfriend?”
Everyone fell into an eerie silence, and Little Pepper retorted, “After all these years, you still don’t have a boyfriend, and you still have to rely on your roommate? You should seriously reflect on whether you’ve put in any effort all these years!”
This time, Yang Liu fell silent: “University might be the time I’ve been furthest from the opposite s3x in these years. This semester, I’ve spoken to boys less than when I was in high school and collected homework as a class monitor.”
Roommate’s sharp comment: “Isn’t that just getting what he deserves? As long as there’s no class, he just lies in bed all day. If we don’t bring food, he orders takeout.”
“You don’t understand, the internet keeps saying fast-food-style relationships…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Ciyue interrupted, “Isn’t that right? How fitting! Fast-food-style romance is like dating fast food.”
Her roommate continued to scold her: “Look at you, every day it’s just going to class, eating, picking up packages, a monotonous routine. You don’t even go out to have fun, just binge-watching videos and reading novels every day. Now you start envying those with partners, wanting a whirlwind romance, but isn’t that just a fantasy?”
Yang Liu effectively countered, “Aren’t you the same as me? Who spends every day with me?”
The roommate was successfully repelled.
Someone’s phone rang, and Yang Liu picked it up, her brows lifting in a smile.
“None of you are reliable in critical moments! It was my best friend who stepped up and found someone for me. She even set it up so I could get to know him first. Soon, I’ll be in a relationship too!”
My roommate couldn’t stand it: “Is this how you want to get rid of your noble status? You haven’t even added anyone yet, and you’re already calling them your partner.”
Yang Liu didn’t care, happily holding her phone and typing.
Song Ciyue walked over to Shang Nuan and asked, “Aren’t you curious about what they were talking about?”
Shang Nuan had a confident look on her face, completely unperturbed: “Curious, but not urgent. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the sound of someone calling for help was heard.
“Family, quick, help me take a look at this, how do I respond?”
College really goes by quickly; another semester has passed. I don’t even know what I’ve learned, and I don’t know what I’ve been busy with all day. Just like that, little by little, day by day, it has gone by.
Some people’s steps are too hurried, and those around them are always trying to catch up but can’t. Such people are strong enough and charming enough, like Chu Xi.
She finally got together with Zhao Yu. Aside from her brother watching closely, everything else is going well.
Chu Xun and Zhao Yan are also good brothers, climbing ranks together in the King’s Canyon.
Chu Xun always envied those who could curse, because he was completely useless in that regard. Under his sister’s strict education (mainly because Chu Xi didn’t like children who cursed), he never dabbled in it at all.
But you can’t avoid encountering those annoying people, and the most annoying ones are the couples.
They both camp together and kill together. The guy in this couple might not be very capable; he can’t even protect his girlfriend and insists on charging forward, leading to their deaths together many times.
The girl yelled, “Are you all dead? Don’t you know to come and help?”
“You two are always stuck together, how disgusting!”
Chuxun, this hothead, wants to say something, but it seems like there’s nothing to scold about.
Zhao Yan: “You insisted on taking the mid lane at that time and even posted your stats. If you can’t play well, just stay back. If you can play, fine, if not, then whatever. Don’t complain for no reason.”
Chu Xun immediately changed his opinion of Zhao Yan: “Brother, not bad!”
“Not a big deal, I’ve got your back!”
Afterwards, Chu Xun pondered that he couldn’t always rely on others; he should master this skill himself. That way, when he encounters a top-notch situation again, he can handle it himself.
He wanted to buy a skill book, looked left and right, and finally found the work of a literary master titled “Happiness is Hahaha…”.
Copywriter:
Argued with Lu Xun for eight years, always coming out on top. Teacher Liang Shiqiu truly deserves to be called a master of the Republic of China era, a verbal combat ace!
Insulting others is a profound art, and the most important thing is to avoid impatience. When he gets tired of cursing, just lightly retort with a single sentence. When he is extremely agitated, a few cold laughs will ensure that you don’t need to exert much effort to make him furious.
(Chu Xun: Oh wow, I’ve learned it, I’ve learned it, this is the essence!)
Of course, when you want to curse, not cursing often causes problems in your body, so when you want to curse, why not just let it out?
(Chu Xun: Agreed, totally agreed. It’s just that he can’t curse, so he ends up feeling all pent up while playing games!)
The goal of life is not the pursuit of happiness, but the avoidance of pain. So, if something can be done by someone else, why do it yourself? If something can be postponed until tomorrow, why do it today?
(Chu Xun: This is what everyone should be saying! This is the art of evasion! This truly reflects the spirit of contemporary university students!)
Success comes from hard work, so let’s take a break today and tomorrow. After all, a salted fish that turns over is still a salted fish.
He looked at the copy, his heart surging with excitement. Perhaps after reading it, he would be different from then on!
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