Wang Banjin has a lot of strange theories, such as self-suggestion, reverse adjustment, or transfer of emotional values. It's not clear whether these are the spiritual wealth she has figured out on her own or just half-understood citations from miscellaneous books. Anyway, she stuffed them all into Zhao Jiadi's head in a cramming style. Especially during the tragic end of Zhao Jiadi's first love, Wang Banjin, who was squandering her youth at Imperial College London, would almost drag him to have "passionate" video chats every day. With her alluring heavy makeup on, she would earnestly give him some rather abstruse and lofty advice. From time to time, she liked to brag, "Little Jiadi, look how virtuous and gentle your sister I am. I'm almost going to strip and dance for you to enjoy. You should cherish this, you know. You should take good care of me. So when I come back to the country, let me flick your little dick a hundred times."
Having such a lively and somewhat crazy sister, coincidentally, Zhao Jiadi's mentality also rapidly matured during that tragic phase. As the saying goes, long illness makes one a doctor. After being visually harassed and aurally tortured for a long time, his ability to withstand blows became stronger and stronger. After leaving the playground, Zhao Jiadi quickly left the negative emotions behind and rode his shabby little bike to the cafeteria for a meal. The pretty girls were still those belonging to others, and the desirable girls were also those of others. While munching on his meal, Zhao Jiadi couldn't help but think about when he could bring Mu Hongli to the school cafeteria to show off a bit.
Back in the dormitory, Ma Xiaotiao was surely going to have a wild and carefree time in the bustling and glamorous nightclubs in the city center this weekend. The mother-hen-like Li Feng didn't forget to call and inquire about the result of the competition. When he heard that Zhao Jiadi had won the first place, he immediately patted his chest on the other end of the phone and said that he would take out 50 yuan from the Red Flag Fund as a reward for classmate Zhao who had won the first honorary flag for Room 313. When Zhao Jiadi had finished taking a bath, made a cup of tea and was watching the "Xinwen Lianbo" (CCTV News), Shen Han slunk back to the dormitory, threw himself onto the bed and sighed. Zhao Jiadi asked with a smile, "Didn't you confess your love?"
"I did confess. Xia Xia was a bit ambiguous and didn't really give me a definite answer. I guess she didn't want to be too direct and only wanted to be ordinary friends with me." Shen Han said dejectedly, not even bothering to carry out his calculus study plan that was supposed to be as unshakable as thunder.
The girl named Xia Xia is actually Xia Ji. She's the beautiful girl who played the guzheng so brilliantly at the welcome party. She's delicate and gentle, not exactly glamorous but really to Shen Han's liking. According to some gossips, her mobile phone received nearly a hundred pick-up text messages that very night after the party. From this, it can be seen that the courageous Shen Han was definitely facing a situation like thousands of troops trying to cross a single-log bridge. Compared to him, Zhao Jiadi was much luckier. Although Mu Hongli was far more outstanding than Xia Ji, at least all her pursuers were silently eliminated on the spot. Zhao Jiadi was walking on a cliff, but he was the only one there.
"There's still hope." Zhao Jiadi encouraged.
"How so? Analyze it for me." Shen Han perked up. At this moment, what he needed most was someone kind who could give him spiritual warmth and support.
"With my battle record of nearly 20 years in the love battlefield, having only suffered one defeat, let me analyze it for you. Whether she's interested in you or not right now, since she's willing to go to the library to study with you and has let you buy her over a dozen cups of bubble milk tea, it clearly shows that she doesn't dislike you and can even be said to have a fairly good impression of you. Judging from the progress reports you've given during this period, she's obviously not a vulgar woman who's only after small gains. Therefore, it can be inferred that most likely, out of a lady's reserve, she's adopting a wait-and-see tactic with you. If you give up now, there'll definitely be no hope. A wise man once said that an outstanding woman will surely fall for a man who's not as outstanding as her, as long as this man has a thick enough skin and enough patience." Zhao Jiadi talked eloquently. In fact, in his 20-year love life, he did indeed only have one defeat, but the problem was that he'd only been in a relationship once so far. With Mu Hongli recently, even holding hands was still a long way off, so there was no real winning rate to speak of. However, it was true that Zhao Jiadi didn't want Shen Han to give up just like that, so he forced himself to spout this long-winded nonsense and didn't forget to add an explanatory sentence, "I'm not saying that you, Marshal Shen, aren't outstanding. It's just that Xia Xia is too outstanding. What a beautiful little flower she is. Only the great men of our Room 313 are worthy of her."
"Those words are so down-to-earth and sincere. You really are my good brother and good comrade, classmate Zhao Jiadi!" Shen Han was overjoyed. When it came to matters of the heart, he was far from being as skillful and experienced as he was in social interactions. After being coaxed and flattered by Zhao Jiadi, he immediately became full of fighting spirit. With a carp-like flip that almost broke the bed board, he ran to the balcony to call the beautiful Xia Xia.
Zhao Jiadi sipped the cheap flower tea he'd bought from the supermarket and continued to watch the "Xinwen Lianbo" (CCTV News) attentively. Back in high school, he was probably the only student in the school who, as a science major, had deliberately bought all the high school politics textbooks and collections of exam questions. It was a quirk forced out of him by Zhao Sanjin. He didn't think it had any special meaning. Anyway, he always felt that after winning a fight either by brandishing a machete or going into battle bare-chested and then spouting some official remarks about a harmonious society, it was really cool. The guys like Baozi, who were not very cultured, admired him the most for this. They all said that Uncle Jiadi alone had raised the cultural quality of the whole group by two levels.
Baozi never called him, just as he never called Sparrow. True buddies would never exchange polite greetings over the phone every few days. They would only be the kind of brothers who would show up silently behind you when something happened. When Zhao Jiadi first got in touch with Huang Hua, Yang Pingping and this batch of the third-generation officials and the second-generation rich kids, he never said that everyone was his buddy either. At most, he'd say they were friends. Both sides also knew that in this society, apart from the bosses and managers who were everywhere and the least reliable, friends were also not that trustworthy. It was only after going through many things that they truly came together.
Zhao Jiadi knew Baozi's character. Unless he could make something of himself, even if he was so poor that he had to drink the Huangpu River water every day and starve to death on the streets of Shanghai, he wouldn't be willing to call Zhao Jiadi on his own initiative.
In the evening, in Room 313, it was just him and Shen Han, who had turned from gloomy to amorous and was busy chatting on the phone. Finally, Zhao Jiadi dared to answer Wang Banjin's video call.
This time, Wang Banjin wasn't wearing the black silk pajamas that could make people nosebleed to seduce Zhao Jiadi. Instead, she was dressed in a very capable British style, looking like a rich girl poisoned by capitalism. As soon as the MSN video call was connected, that extremely beautiful face, just like the big vixen Daji, suddenly leaned close to the computer. Her scarlet and charming lips gave the screen a fierce kiss, and then she laughed heartily and teased, "It won't be long before I finish going through the eighty-one hardships and return to the country. Jiadi, are you happy? Are you excited?"
"Happy my ass." Zhao Jiadi muttered.
"I'm your sister, not your sister-in-law." Wang Banjin, curled up on the sofa, didn't care at all and smiled coquettishly. She had bought a small apartment with her own money and decorated it with great care because she was a visual perfectionist and was never ambiguous about enjoying life. She wanted to wear the best clothes, the kind that would never cause a clash of styles, and wear the best accessories, the ones that could appreciate in value decades later. Just like the sofa she was curled up on now. It wasn't big, just a little over three meters long. To Zhao Jiadi, it just looked quite comfortable and passable, but it was made by some obscure artist in the UK. It wasn't expensive, just a fucking 40,000 pounds.
"How soon will you be back?" Zhao Jiadi asked with a smile. Her place was still the same, with a dazzling array of expensive high heels all over the floor, and some clothes that were randomly thrown on the sofa or chairs after not being able to fit into a dedicated closet. Anyway, she rarely wore the same clothes a second time.
"Ninety-four days." Wang Banjin said with a smile, narrowing her eyes. She was truly happy because she only smiled like this when she was sincerely cheerful, just like a little fox.
"Don't you plan to pursue further studies?" Zhao Jiadi asked casually, not forgetting to browse the page of a financial forum. Perhaps because he had witnessed Wang Banjin growing up bit by bit from a girl with pigtails to a top-notch vixen since childhood, it was difficult for him to look at Wang Banjin purely from a man's perspective towards a woman. Otherwise, with Wang Banjin's enchanting appearance after growing up, if he were a pure man, Zhao Jiadi didn't know how many times he would have acted like a beast.
"It's boring. I'll go it alone when I return to the country. I want to create a truly local luxury brand. At that time, you can run errands for me. I'll support you. Don't waste your time with that nouveau riche Zhao Sanjin. Whether he gives his lousy money or not, we siblings don't care at all." Wang Banjin said with a smile.
"Didn't you say you'd become a nun at thirty?" Zhao Jiadi said in an annoyed tone.
"There are still quite a few years until I'm thirty. You're like an overanxious eunuch while the empress isn't worried at all." Wang Banjin said nonchalantly.
"Just you are so open-minded." Zhao Jiadi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Listen not to the rain beating against the trees. Why not chant and walk slowly? With a bamboo cane and straw sandals, I feel lighter than on horseback. Who's afraid? Let the misty rain accompany me throughout my life!" Wang Banjin recited with cadence on the other side of the screen, waving her hands quite dramatically, which was really wonderful. This was her old habit. Whenever she got excited, she would bring out ancient poems to express her lofty sentiments. Once, when she got drunk with Zhao Jiadi, Sparrow, Pistol and those guys at a food stall, she recited Li Zhiyi's "Bu Suan Zi" aloud with a sobbing tone, and almost got mistaken for a lunatic.
"You're showing too much." Zhao Jiadi said with a laugh.
Wang Banjin was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously looked at her outfit and found that she was wearing a proper suit today, not pajamas at all. There was no way she could show anything even if she tried all kinds of moves. She then laughed and said, "Don't worry. I'll go change into my pajamas right away. I won't let others have the treat. Anyway, you, little Jiadi, have been eyeing my beauty for a long time. I might as well fulfill your wish and do a hot dance for you. I have a good foundation in Latin dance and ballet. My tiny waist is really tempting."
"Don't. I'm in the dormitory and my roommate is on the balcony. I don't know when he'll come over. Wang Banjin, be serious." Zhao Jiadi said helplessly.
"All talk and no action."
Wang Banjin scolded with a laugh and suddenly lowered her voice, "Be honest. Is there any girl you want to court?"
"Yes." Zhao Jiadi chose to be honest and confess.
Wang Banjin was stunned for a moment, then she started screaming and going crazy on the sofa as if the one Zhao Jiadi wanted to court was a man. Finally, she quickly changed her expression. In the blink of an eye, she calmed down and became a demure lady with a pitiful and hurt look on her face. She said in an alluring and soft tone with a touch of resentment, "Does she have bigger boobs than mine?"
Zhao Jiadi told himself to stay calm, must stay calm, and said patiently, "No."
"Does she have a curvier butt than mine?" Wang Banjin continued to feign a ladylike posture and asked pitifully.
"No." Zhao Jiadi replied in an annoyed tone.
"Is her little face prettier than mine?" Wang Banjin continued to press on, determined to get to the bottom of it.
"No." Zhao Jiadi replied honestly. Mu Hongli was very beautiful, but it seemed that when really compared with the extremely charming Wang Banjin, she hadn't reached that level yet.
"Could it be that she's really good in bed?" Wang Banjin said on the verge of crying. Good heavens, the virginity of poor little Jiadi was actually taken away by an unknown little girl.
"Wang Banjin, I'm still a pure virgin!" Zhao Jiadi finally couldn't keep calm and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, then everything's okay. Jiadi, remember, remember that you must wait for me to come back and train you a bit before you go into battle. Bye. I'm going to have my beauty sleep." Wang Banjin shut down the video chat without allowing any further discussion.
Half an hour ago, Zhao Jiadi had comforted Shen Han with the theory of "a certain wise man", and this wise man was actually Wang Banjin, who was number one in theory but number one from the bottom in practice.
Zhao Jiadi, who was in a state of collapse, shook his head with a bitter smile and continued to browse the web, paying attention to the turbulent battle between the board of directors and the major shareholders of Gome Electrical Appliances. After hearing his roar, Shen Han immediately rushed into the dormitory. As a result, Wang Banjin had just closed the video chat. He only got a brief glimpse and couldn't see her face clearly. He just felt that this girl was really something. Even in the hazy view, she was astonishingly beautiful to him. Immediately, he put his arms around Zhao Jiadi's neck and said excitedly, "Who is she? Who is this woman? You must introduce her to me!"
"You're seeing things. That was my elder brother. He likes to dress up as a transvestite." Zhao Jiadi explained with a smile.
Shen Han had a look of shock and bewilderment on his face, not knowing what to do.
Shen the Grand Marshal thought to himself that even if it was really a transvestite, if a transvestite could be this beautiful, it would be worth changing his sexual orientation for.