Chapter 177: Master Yang's Teaching Session

What kind of experience is it to see the girl you like hugging and kissing someone else?

It's just that there was no Zhihu in 2003, otherwise Yang Tianxing would definitely have frantically @Shao Ziyang to answer this question.

Shao Ziyang would probably say that in that instant, his mind went completely blank, his entire windpipe felt like it was being compressed, stuck in his throat, and it was extremely uncomfortable; his heart first pounded wildly with nervousness, then felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

Shao Ziyang couldn't help but open his mouth, taking a fierce breath into his lungs, and the alcohol in his stomach was churning too, but on the surface, he still pretended to be strong: "How would I know where they are going?"

Yang Tianxing looked at Shao Ziyang: "I guess they might be going to an internet cafe to play games all night, or maybe they went to sing karaoke."

Shao Ziyang forced a smile, which looked even worse than crying: "Maybe."

At this moment, Si Zheng and Jiang Mumu happened to walk past the car window arm in arm; they didn't know that a heartbroken person was sitting in this taxi, and since they had both been drinking, they would peck each other on the lips from time to time.

Shao Ziyang forced himself to lower his head.

Yang Tianxing was still earnestly analyzing from the side: "Either is possible, but they definitely wouldn't go to a hotel. What would a man and a woman do at a hotel? Could it be to play Chinese chess..."

"Stop talking!"

Before Yang Tianxing could finish his sentence, Shao Ziyang suddenly threw the flowers into the carriage in a rage, and the bright petals scattered everywhere.

This was the first time Shao Ziyang had lost his temper like this in front of Yang Tianxing, and Yang Tianxing also turned his head, looking out the window in silence.

The middle-aged driver's mouth twitched; he really wanted to say something, but after touching the 100-yuan banknote in his pocket, he held it back.

After this roar, Shao Ziyang suddenly covered his mouth, quickly opened the car door, and squatted by the side of the road, vomiting with a "splat," mixed with alcohol, tears, and snot.

Just as Yang Tianxing was about to get out of the car to comfort him, the middle-aged driver handed over a roll of paper from the front: "Take it. I was young once, too; I understand this feeling of heartbreak."

"Thank you," Yang Tianxing said in gratitude.

After getting out of the car, Yang Tianxing handed over the tissues. Shao Ziyang took them without a word, raised his head, and saw Si Zheng and Jiang Mumu snuggling together, gradually disappearing down the road ahead.

The bar street was still noisy; there were happy people on the street, but there were also plenty of people crying. Alcohol, that thing, can indeed numb a person's nerves for a short time.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Shao Ziyang wiped his tears and suddenly asked.

Yang Tianxing took out a cigarette and personally lit it for Shao Ziyang.

"Huu..."

Shao Ziyang smoked, disregarding the clothes he had saved his lunch money to buy, and sat straight down on the side of the road, his voice thick with nasal congestion: "Little Yang, this world is no longer romantic; passion is treated as being a 'simp'."

Yang Tianxing sighed and patted Shao Ziyang on the shoulder: "Ziyang, your values are very upright, but your looks haven't quite kept up. Love is never something you can beg for; both sides must have traits that attract each other."

Shao Ziyang didn't quite understand: "Don't I have a single merit?"

"You do, and many of them."

Yang Tianxing flicked the ash and said: "It's just that you haven't displayed them correctly, or rather, your merits are ones that Jiang Mumu doesn't like. I warned you long ago to change targets, but unfortunately, you were obsessed, and Jiang Mumu was also fucking stringing you along."

"You've said so much, but years ago, weren't you just like me, acting like a 'simp'?"

Shao Ziyang said sullenly: "Back when you were chasing Little Zhiliao, every time class ended, you would pretend to take your exercises to ask her for help. Did you think we didn't know? It's really funny!"

He finished speaking as if venting his anger, throwing the cigarette butt heavily onto the ground, where the glowing ember rolled for a long time before stopping.

Yang Tianxing wasn't angry; he tilted his head and looked at the sky. There wasn't a single floating cloud in the darkened sky, and he said slowly: "Do you really think Little Zhiliao didn't have any feelings for me at that time?"

Shao Ziyang was stunned after hearing this.

"I did indeed pretend to ask about homework."

Yang Tianxing's tone was profound, as if he were reminiscing: "But have you ever thought about why Little Zhiliao didn't immediately go out to play during the break, and instead deliberately waited at her seat every time?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, striking right into Shao Ziyang's heart. From high school until now, it had been less than two years, and those memories were still very clear.

"No wonder, after class, she always liked to stay in her seat for two minutes before going out."

Shao Ziyang suddenly realized: "So she was waiting for you... Wait, that's not right, then why did she reject you later?"

"Because at that time, neither of us felt that this was 'liking'."

Yang Tianxing smiled: "I only realized it later. Actually, I never really chased Little Zhiliao seriously; this relationship just happened in a muddle, which shows that we already had a foundation of feelings between us."

"It happened in a muddle, and you just accepted it?"

Shao Ziyang asked stammeringly.

"Otherwise what? Little Zhiliao is so pretty, why wouldn't I accept it?"

Yang Tianxing patted his butt and stood up: "Let's go, let's go drink some more."

Shao Ziyang had intended to do so for a long time and immediately followed him to the car.

Although the driver couldn't speak, she really wanted to express her thoughts; the car radio was playing Terry Lin's "Bachelor's Love Song."

I, who cannot grasp love;

Always watch it slip away;

There are happy people everywhere in the world;

Why can't I be counted as one of them;

……………

As Shao Ziyang listened, he started shedding tears again. The tears fell silently along his dark cheeks, and the neon lights outside the car window refracted in the tears, crystal clear and bright.

Seeing Shao Ziyang crying, the middle-aged driver actually smiled triumphantly; it was obvious he felt his methods were quite good—people suffering from heartbreak should indeed cry.

Yang Tianxing felt a wave of helplessness: "Damn, this middle-aged driver is way too dramatic."

The two stopped at a crayfish food stall in Yanta University Town. Yang Tianxing ordered a large basin of crayfish and a crate of beer, and the two ate and chatted about stories from school in the past.

With someone to accompany him and listen to his venting, Shao Ziyang's mood was much better.

Around 11:30, the crate of beer was finished off under the stimulation of the spicy crayfish.

"Do you want another crate?"

Shao Ziyang asked.

Yang Tianxing shook his head: "After saying so much just now, I really miss Little Zhiliao. It's not far from Jiaoda here; I want to go see her."

"Will she come down to see you?"

Shao Ziyang said drunkenly, "Little Cicada is no ordinary girl; she is proud and arrogant."

"So you call their dormitory phone."

Yang Tianxing handed over his mobile phone: "Just say I'm drunk and downstairs, and I've vomited until my stomach acid is coming out."

Shao Ziyang took the phone with dissatisfaction. After the two arrived downstairs at the female dormitory building of the Jiaotong University Yanta Campus, Shao Ziyang picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello, may I ask if this is Tan Zhizhi?"

"Oh, hold on."

A girl shouted inside the phone: "Little Cicada, someone is looking for you."

After a while, Tan Zhizhi asked: "Hello, who is this?"

"Little Cicada, it's me, Shao Ziyang."

"Ziyang, is there anything you need by calling my dormitory phone?"

"That, that..."

Shao Ziyang glanced at Yang Tianxing; he was still too embarrassed to lie.

Yang Tianxing walked over, made "wah, wah" sounds at the phone to pretend he was vomiting, and incidentally patted Shao Ziyang's big head, urging him to speak quickly.

"That, Little Yang is downstairs at your building. He is vomiting very severely, and he even cried..."

"Fuck, when did I cry? Don't make things up about me."

Yang Tianxing kicked Shao Ziyang with dissatisfaction.

"This makes it more realistic, Little Cicada will be more likely to come down."

Shao Ziyang rubbed his butt and said. He had participated in this deceptive story of Yang Tianxing's, and even somewhat forgot his own miserable experience from just moments ago; this could also be considered a kind of alternative relief.

There were very few people downstairs at the female dormitory in the middle of the night. Yang Tianxing couldn't help but yawn while waiting, thinking that girls were really slow at changing clothes, and rubbed his eyes with some impatience.

But this rubbing actually made things worse; he hadn't washed his hands after eating spicy crayfish earlier, and the scent had all drilled into his eyes.

"Damn it!"

His eyes immediately began to sting with a burning pain, and Yang Tianxing was just about to look for tissues to wipe them.

Suddenly, someone beside him said: "I thought you would never cry."

This was Little Cicada's voice. Yang Tianxing struggled to open his eyes, which were blurred with tears from the irritation. Little Cicada was standing right beside him, handing over a stack of tissues with a complicated expression.

"This is truly destiny."

Yang Tianxing didn't take the tissues at all; he suddenly pulled Tan Zhizhi into his arms, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "If I didn't truly miss you, how would I cry?"

As he spoke, he also lifted his chin toward Shao Ziyang behind him.