Chapter 454

A noisy clamor mixed with various local dialects filled his ears. Wang Yan casually brushed off the hand that was about to land on his shoulder, scanned the area after opening his eyes, and turned back to smile: "Sorry, I was distracted."

A chubby, white-skinned boy wearing glasses behind him chuckled: "It's normal. Anyone would be distracted seeing so many girls."

This boy with an honest face had a restless heart. Wang Yan replied perfunctorily, turned around, and carried his luggage forward a few steps to catch up with the team.

Confirming the environment was safe, he began to accept the identity information arranged for this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, from the Northeast. His parents had unfortunately passed away; they had some family assets from buying and selling goods before they died, leaving him 200,000 yuan and an old house back home. He had no relatives or friends, and under the care of the neighborhood community, he was tenacious and upwardly mobile. He scored excellently in the college entrance exam and was admitted to the Architecture Department of Southeast University in Jin Ling. Today was August 30th, 1994, the day for freshmen to report for enrollment.

The information was simple: parents dead, as expected, leaving behind a considerable fortune for this era, enough for him to live comfortably for a few years. After all, at this time, the average annual income was only 5,000, and one only earned about 400 yuan a month. And that was the average; after all, data always shows that many people don't earn this average. So his 200,000 yuan was quite powerful in this era. It was far from twenty years later, when 200,000 couldn't even buy a toilet.

After receiving the information, Wang Yan relaxed, giving off a sense of laziness.

How many times had he gone to school? He recalled it listlessly, but couldn't remember anything. He had experienced too much; the last time was another century. Although his spirit was exceptionally high and his memory was extremely strong, he was also intentionally forgetting at the same time. Remembering too much wasn't a good thing. When he was alone, he easily played movies in his head. If he hadn't been ruthlessly tempering his spirit and constantly learning to strengthen his self-cultivation, he would have been schizophrenic long ago.

After thinking for a while without result, he gave up the act of looking for trouble for himself. If he thought about it casually and couldn't remember, then he wouldn't think about it. If he really remembered, it would be another past event from a long time ago, which always made him feel a bit depressed. Now he was an eighteen-year-old flower of the motherland...

He scanned the whole scene with great interest, watching the students chatting in several teams. There were many people, all coming to report on the first day. This was due to many reasons: the urging of parents, the students' yearning for university, and the lack of confidence of those who had traveled far and never been far from home, wanting to reserve some time to prevent any accidents on the way. Few people would take the initiative to report calmly at the last minute.

After all, they were reporting by major. The big banners had the names of the departments written on them. There were instructors who arrived early, sophomores, and various student union cadres ready to help, so the processing speed was quite fast.

A thin man with glasses and a side-parted hairstyle greeted: "Please show your admission notice."

Wang Yan cooperatively handed over the notice he had been holding. The man took the notice, compared it, muttered Wang Yan's name, searched the list on the table, and repeated tirelessly: "My name is Zhao Yanbin, I am the counselor for your Architecture Department class. You can come to me if you have any problems in the future."

After that, he talked about paying tuition, dormitory buildings, and such, gave him a slip, and let Wang Yan go.

Carrying his luggage, he went to pay the tuition and received the dormitory key. Wang Yan walked slowly along the tree-lined path on campus, watching the students struggling with their luggage.

Unlike later times, when many parents send their children to college, at this time, most people in the campus came by themselves; it was rare to see parents sending people over. And those who brought their parents along, judging by their accents, were mostly from surrounding areas. From far away, there really weren't many who sent their children over.

Just as he was strolling toward the dormitory, he saw a man with long hair, a round face, and a Hong Kong-style floral shirt walking toward him with a lewd smile, followed by another person with a side-parted hairstyle and waxed hair.

Of course he knew these two. The one in front was Zhang Kai, and the one behind was Xu Kaiyang. He stopped and looked back. Sure enough, there was a female student with her hair tied in two bunches, wearing overalls, stepping on white shoes, carrying a backpack, struggling to drag her luggage while looking at the surrounding environment with curiosity. If it wasn't Zheng Wei, who else could it be?

Just at this moment, a flash appeared before his eyes, and Zhang Kai stepped forward: "Hello, classmate, are you a freshman? Which department are you in?" He reached out his hand while speaking.

Zheng Wei reached out and shook hands with him, giggling: "I'm in Civil Engineering."

Zhang Kai naturally used both hands, grabbed Zheng Wei's hand, and wouldn't let go, shaking it happily: "I happen to be your senior, I'm one year ahead of you, but we'll graduate together. You study for four years, I study for five."

Speaking of this, feeling Zheng Wei's discomfort, he naturally let go of both hands and took a business card out of his pocket, holding it in front of him: "This is my business card, my name is Zhang Kai."

"Zhang Kai?" Zheng Wei repeated, reached out to take the business card, looked at the title on it, and smiled: "Where are you 'opening' (Zhang Kai)?"

Stunned for a moment, Zhang Kai laughed: "I can open anywhere."

Just at this time, Xu Kaiyang stepped forward, pushed Zhang Kai aside, and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Xu Kaiyang."

Youth is just right. In memory, this sunny, green-shaded road, with a trace of youthful restlessness, is always so beautiful and unforgettable.

Wang Yan ignored them, turned around, and continued walking with his things. Behind him were Zhang Kai and Xu Kaiyang, laughing and joking to show their humor and wit in front of the girl.

As expected, after walking for a while, a beautiful figure wearing a white dress and long black hair, attracting a lot of attention, walked toward him with a smile on her face. Their eyes met, and he smiled and nodded.

Ruan Guan was a bit strange; she didn't know this person, but out of politeness, she returned a smile showing her white teeth, and then ran away.

Wang Yan looked back again, his gaze passing over Zheng Wei, who was unhappy because Xu Kaiyang and Zhang Kai were chasing after Ruan Guan, and watched Ruan Guan run into the distance, have intimate contact with Zhao Shiyong, and then ride away on a bicycle, letting Zhao Shiyong hold her waist.

Still have to sigh at the great power of the "Living Father." Before, she was a gold-digger chasing material things; now, she is a pure girl who follows a man wholeheartedly. One face, two personalities, different styles, interesting...

Shaking his head and smiling, he continued to carry his luggage and walked slowly toward the dormitory.

The male and female dormitories were not separated; they were in the same area. At this time, it was the time for freshmen to enter school and old students to return to school, so it was really lively. His dormitory was Building 3, 3rd floor, Room 12, facing south.

Because it was the turn of summer and autumn, and it was located in the south, the weather was hot and dry. At this time, there were no conditions to install air conditioning, even in this top-tier university in China. So all the dormitories had their doors and windows wide open, borrowing the cross-breeze from the north and south to cool down. It was also like this that their noisy voices gathered in one place, sounding like a buzzing sound in the corridor, just like a vegetable market.

Facing the doorplate, he searched for his dormitory among the messy dormitories that were hard to find clean. Soon he arrived at the dormitory marked 310. Wang Yan glanced inside casually and saw a male student with long hair, a drooping face, looking like he was about to die, wearing a white shirt, sitting upright at the table writing and drawing, finding quiet in the noise, unmoved.

The protagonist of the drama, the winner in life, the future outstanding architectural designer, Chen Xiaozheng. He really always looked like he was about to die, with a drooping face, as if someone owed him money, always with a bitter and deep look.

Having found 310, could 312 be far away? Of course not, it was right next door.

The door of dormitory 312 was also wide open. In stark contrast to the dormitories he had seen before, the dormitory was much cleaner. The dormitory was a four-person room. When he stood at the door, he saw three boys inside talking and laughing while packing their things, all looking over at the same time.

"It's you, didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, come in, come in. Brother, the beds are first-come, first-served. Now only this lower bunk is left. I'm in the upper bunk above you, is that okay?"

The one speaking was the honest-looking little chubby boy with a restless youthful heart from when they were queuing earlier.

"It's okay, it's the same everywhere." Wang Yan carried his things into the room and threw them onto the lower bunk.

The room wasn't big. Against the window was a table, and on both sides were two double-decker beds. At the door stood an iron cabinet for valuables, and there was another table. In the corner were a mop, a broom, a dustpan, and a trash can.

Watching Wang Yan pack his things, the three of them continued to work. The little chubby boy said: "My name is Sun Mingbo, from Luzhou, Anhui Province. What's your name, brother?"

"My name is Wang Yan, from the Northeast. How about you guys?" Wang Yan looked at the two boys on the opposite bed.

The one on the lower bunk, tall and sturdy, with dark skin and a square, honest face, spoke first: "My name is Zhou Jianguo, from Shandong Province."

The one in the upper bunk above him was the opposite, short and thin, with acne on his face, looking a bit wretched: "My name is Wang Kang, from Henan Province."

These two boys had quite heavy accents, but that was just for now; in a couple of years, they would be able to change them as their living environment changed.

By comparison, their family conditions shouldn't be too good, because the clothes they wore weren't very good and were very old-fashioned. On the other hand, the little white chubby boy named Sun Mingbo looked clean, and his conditions should be quite good.

Although it was only 1994, the spring breeze of reform had long blown across the land of China. The life where everyone was on the same level in the past had gradually been divided into levels and had classes. But it was still okay now; the gap wasn't very large. Otherwise, whether it was the cheerful-looking Zhou Jianguo or the somewhat unconfident Wang Kang, they should have started to feel inferior. After all, in such a large campus, seeing those classmates of the same age with bright and beautiful clothes today, it was conceivable how much of a blow they would receive when they came here from their hometowns.

It turns out that peers are not only good at studying, but also handsome, have good family conditions, and can date... It's very stimulating. Once the Taoist heart is disturbed, it's easy to go astray and enter the wrong path.

"We're from the same family name." Wang Yan looked at Wang Kang with a smile and found that his features were actually quite good, but there was no meat on his face, and it was all ruined by acne. He thought for a while and said: "I have a family tradition of Chinese medicine. Your face is full of acne, which is all due to a deficiency in your internal organs and an imbalance of yin and yang. Do you want me to prescribe two doses of medicine for you to regulate it?"

Hmm? Hearing this, the three of them looked at Wang Yan in unison, and then Sun Mingbo and Zhou Jianguo looked at Wang Kang in the upper bunk, looking at the acne on his face.

Sun Mingbo said: "Can it work? What if you drink it and it makes it worse?"

This was for Wang Yan's own good. After all, no one knew anyone else. To prescribe medicine for someone without a word, that was something that went into the mouth, and it was all kinds of medicine. If something went wrong, it would be a matter of life and death.

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, looking at Wang Kang: "I can't guarantee if it will work, but it definitely won't hurt your body. I used to prescribe medicine for people with my grandfather when I was a child, so it's not a big problem. The medicine doesn't cost much, just a few dozen yuan. I'll pay for it first. If it doesn't work, it's on me. If it works, you can pay me back for the medicine. How about that?"

He was never a pushover, especially when he was offering to treat someone he had just met. He didn't do it for anything else, he just wanted to be more comfortable himself. They would have to live together for four years in the future. If nothing went wrong, the acne on Wang Kang's face wouldn't go away. Some would burst naturally, some were red dots, and there were many of them. It was a bit excessive to say he had a face on his acne, but there were indeed many. It was annoying for him to look at it every day. If he couldn't treat it, then so be it, but the key was that he could treat it, and very easily, so of course he would solve it casually. Being kind to others and being at ease with oneself is a good thing.

Hearing his words, Wang Kang hesitated only slightly before nodding in agreement: "Then I'll trouble you, but whether it can be cured or not, I'll pay you the money."

No one wants to have a face full of bumps; it's never good-looking. Now there was a chance, and he spoke with such certainty. The most important thing was that the money wasn't much. Although a few dozen yuan was not a small amount of money for him, at worst he would just eat steamed buns for half a month. He could do it. If his face was really cured, it would be worth it no matter what.

Wang Yan didn't say anything more. The child was strong, which was good: "Wait until you're done packing, I'll take a look, then go to the pharmacy to buy medicine, find a place to decoct the medicine for you, and you can drink it directly today."

There was no physician qualification exam now, and there were many barefoot doctors in the countryside, so his words were still somewhat credible. And people couldn't run away, and if something happened, they could be found. This was the reason why Wang Kang agreed without much thought.

Having decided on this matter, the few of them were busy with their own things, communicating and getting familiar with each other. Regardless of whether the university was good or bad, the initial communication was generally about scores, to see what kind of players they were, so they could have a number in their hearts.

Wang Yan occasionally joined the conversation, but it was those three boys who were talking. He could easily do it, speak as little as possible, maintain the atmosphere, and make people feel that he was very active and a very good person after it was over. This was a huge gap in level. There was no way, if life had levels, with a full level of 100, he would have to be 120.

The "Living Father's" configuration was a suitcase and a large Persian bag. The suitcase was filled with clothes and shoes, and the large Persian bag was filled with a new quilt, mattress, and pillow, as well as quilt covers, pillowcases, and such. At this time, there was no such thing as the school uniformly purchasing and distributing bedding; everyone brought their own.

He was still okay, his toiletries and such weren't complete, and many things had to be bought. But Wang Kang and Zhou Jianguo brought everything. The quilt looked like it was newly made, and the quilt cover used was that kind of festive one, which looked like it was left over from their parents' wedding and kept at the bottom of the box. In addition, there were basins, lunch boxes, toiletries, and so on. Everything was there. It was obvious that their parents had carefully prepared everything for them when they came. To be able to produce a college student at this time, and one from Southeast University, was definitely the hope of the whole village and the apple of their parents' eyes.

College students still had a lot of gold content now. Graduation meant guaranteed distribution, which was an iron rice bowl, with no worries about food and drink and a small future. But unfortunately, the time they caught wasn't very good. In 1996, guaranteed distribution would no longer be implemented, and they would need to find their own employment. But no matter what, college students were still enough for now.

In fact, even later, when every year was the "most difficult graduation season," it was never difficult for students from such good universities to find jobs, but rather they wanted to find their ideal jobs. They couldn't earn 10,000 if they wanted to, but earning 5,000 wasn't a big problem. And for students from ordinary schools, the difficulty was also that they couldn't earn 7,000 or 8,000, but earning 3,000 or 4,000 was no problem.

Only those from the garbage vocational college he attended, which was perhaps only better than a diploma mill in that it was real, would find it truly difficult to find a decent job. Of course, you really can't blame anyone. You know how you studied and how much you paid for that thing yourself.

"Come, let me take your pulse."

Soon after packing, Wang Yan sat on the bed and beckoned to Wang Kang in the upper bunk on the other side.

Hearing this, not only Wang Kang, but even the little white chubby boy Sun Mingbo nimbly got off the bed quickly, sat on Zhou Jianguo's bed, and the two of them looked at Wang Yan curiously like babies as he took Wang Kang's pulse in a decent manner, touching this hand and then that hand, while asking questions at the same time, making it look quite like the real thing.

It was also at this time that Wang Kang, who had previously held a "try it and see" attitude, felt that it might really be curable, because the situation Wang Yan asked about matched his own feelings. It looked like he had some skills and wasn't just bragging and fooling people.

After a few minutes, having finished asking about the situation, Wang Yan took out paper and pen, and with a "swish, swish, swish," he wrote down a prescription in a flying dragon and dancing phoenix style.

Putting the paper into his pocket, he said: "It's not a big problem. It will be effective in half a month, and it should be completely gone in about two or three months. Let's go, let's go out and buy medicine, and I happen to need to buy a basin and such."

"I need to buy some too, let's go together." Sun Mingbo pulled the honest Zhou Jianguo: "You don't have anything to do either, let's go out together. It happens to be noon, let's find a place to eat at a restaurant, my treat."

Zhou Jianguo said he wanted to see the campus, but was enthusiastically pulled out by Sun Mingbo. This kid was not bad. He could also see that the conditions of Wang Kang and Zhou Jianguo were not good, and he was quite caring in his words. He acted like a big brother and took care of everyone.

As for Sun Mingbo controlling the dominance of 312, Wang Yan of course had no thoughts. This kid looked like he was motivated. Later, class cadres, student unions, clubs, etc., would definitely be actively involved, and it was quite good to have someone like this. Usually, he would rush to do things, and his desire to perform was very strong. Of course, people didn't perform for nothing; their resumes would look very good when they graduated.

The four of them went together, locked the dormitory door, and left the school happily, talking and laughing, and went out to stroll on the street.

Jin Ling was such a capital city, Wang Yan of course had been there, but there was a difference in time, and the difference in time he experienced, so he didn't know where was where. So the four of them were basically on the same level, relying on asking for directions and walking for transportation. They were also young, facing the big sun at the end of August, and although they were sweating profusely, they were still walking energetically.

They didn't take the bus because Wang Yan said he wanted to stroll around and see the city where they would live for four years. Although the other three thought it was very stupid, after all, they would live here for four years, when couldn't they see it? When couldn't they look? But they still followed foolishly.

Wang Kang was counting on treating the bumps on his face, Zhou Jianguo had good health and looked like he didn't do less work at home, and Sun Mingbo was a little afraid of Wang Yan, and he didn't know why.

It was very simple, Wang Yan always had the power to make people believe him. He only needed to reveal a trace of his "kingly aura."

After asking for directions, the few of them found a Chinese medicine clinic to buy medicinal materials, asked them to help decoct them, and also made an appointment to trouble them for help in the future. After all, it wasn't just one dose, and there was no way to do it at school.

Decocting medicine took several hours. Taking advantage of this time, the few of them found a small restaurant nearby and had a full meal, which was paid for by Sun Mingbo. Wang Yan didn't say anything, and Wang Kang and Zhou Jianguo said even less, because Wang Yan, who had money, didn't speak, so they didn't have to be polite.

After eating, they went to a nearby supermarket to buy some toiletries, as well as basins and lunch boxes, and then strolled back to the pharmacy, and the medicine was just decocted.

When waiting for the medicine to cool down, amidst the dumbfounded expressions of the three boys, Wang Yan showed off a little bit. He exchanged medical skills with the owner of this Chinese medicine clinic, a standard old man with a white beard.

In fact, they had already exchanged simply when they bought the medicine earlier, otherwise the old man wouldn't have agreed to this kind of blind use of medicine, and he had also looked at the prescription, which was why they exchanged medical skills.

After Wang Kang held his nose and drank the whole bowl of decoction in one gulp, the three of them took the bus back to school.

They had a dinner that wasn't very tasty in the cafeteria, chatted until after nine o'clock, and finally there were no female students wandering in the corridor. Anyway, he didn't know what it was like originally, but when he watched the movie, men and women could visit each other at will, and now that he had really come, it was also rationalized...

Again, amidst the dumbfounded expressions of the three boys, Wang Yan took off his clothes and pants, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, with a towel on his neck and a basin in his hand, and walked out of the dormitory toward the water room.

No way, he didn't want to either. Normal men, in the final analysis, still worship power. His muscles were right there, as if carved by knives and axes, smooth and natural. He didn't need to deliberately show off. In such an era where aesthetics hadn't yet shifted toward being weak, in such a university dormitory building full of young men in the prime of their youth and blood, it was impossible to lack the envious and jealous eyes of others.

At the same time, it indeed saved a lot of trouble. After all, his height and muscles could ensure that the young men with restless youthful blood could talk to each other calmly. It could be considered that by relying on his body, he had opened up the situation in this dormitory building first, gained fame, and stood out.

"Yo, brother, these muscles, not bad, have you practiced?"

Just as he walked out of the dormitory door, he saw a long-haired person walking out of the room next door, 310, also shirtless, wearing shorts, with a somewhat flabby body, exclaiming and greeting him. It was Zhang Kai. Of course, Xu Kaiyang couldn't be missing behind him. After all, at this time, those who played well together would make appointments to wash up together...