"Xiao Chen, stop joking."
Through the phone, Wang Zibo's depressed tone could be clearly heard.
Chen Hansheng couldn't do anything. In fact, he had absolute foresight on this matter. Even when Wang Zibo and Huang Hui first met on the train, Chen Hansheng already knew this would happen.
"Xiao Chen, don't come over."
Wang Zibo said gloomily, "You've comforted me twice in a row. I really don't want to trouble you again tonight."
"You don't have to worry about this."
Chen Hansheng paused and said, "I don't plan to move at all. My business has lost so much. I can only rely on playing cards to earn some living expenses for my roommates to barely make ends meet."
"Then, then I'll hang up."
Wang Zibo said with uncertainty. He actually didn't want to hang up.
"Beep, beep, beep …"
Chen Hansheng took the initiative to press the button to end the call.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Wang Zibo suddenly felt lonely. At the end of October in Jianye, the day was still very hot, but at night, it felt a little like autumn, with a slight chill.
At a round table in the Aegean Music Restaurant, Huang Hui was drinking with a few friends with a carefree smile on her face.
Wang Zibo's heart ached again. Huang Hui had never acted like this in front of him. In comparison, it confirmed that his relationship with Huang Hui seemed to be a perfunctory one.
Through the glass window, Wang Zibo saw Huang Hui stand up again. She walked unsteadily to the table next to the foreign men at the table next to them.
They talked about something, and one of the Caucasian men laughed and drank with Huang Hui. His curly haired arm even rested on Huang Hui's shoulder.
"F * ck you!"
Wang Zibo was just about to rush in and fight with the foreigner, but after taking a few steps, his footsteps slowly stopped.
Huang Hui didn't mind at all. She even took out the phone that Wang Zibo had bought for her and exchanged numbers with the foreigner.
At this moment, Wang Zibo suddenly hated the three of them.
First of all, it was this foreigner. It was only 2004, and foreigners still had a high status in the country.
Wang Zibo remembered that around 2000, a group of Americans came to Harbor City No.1 Middle School for an academic exchange. At that time, many students surrounded them closely and observed them as if they had encountered rare objects.
However, there were exceptions. Xiao Chen seemed to have always scoffed at foreigners.
Especially after entering university, Chen Hansheng had said without thinking, "As long as I'm the president of the student union, the foreign exchange students in the University of Finance and Economics will have to be cowards for a day. Whoever dares to show off, I'll destroy them!"
Probably because there were very few exchange students in the University of Finance and Economics, they were very low-key. In terms of seniority in the school, they were really the younger of the younger generation.
Wang Zibo didn't find it strange. With Chen Hansheng's character, it was normal for him to look down on others.
The second one was that he hated Huang Hui.
Because Huang Hui had taken the initiative to drink with others. Probably in Huang Hui's world, if she could have one or two foreigners as friends, it was something worth bragging about.
He could almost imagine that Huang Hui could inadvertently say such a sentence when she went out to a party in the future.
"When I was chatting with Jackson the other day, he said that China's economy …"
Mixing a little English in the conversation instantly raised the level of his pretentiousness.
The last one was that Wang Zibo hated himself.
Xiao Chen Hansheng had clearly pointed out that Huang Hui was a low-end green tea, but he seemed to be obsessed. He desperately wanted to get close to Huang Hui again and again, and he was willing to give her money time and time again.
It didn't seem to be love, but more like infatuation with the feeling of being with her.
Huang Hui was definitely not a top beauty like Shen Youchu and Xiao Rongyu, and she was far from them, but she happened to be Wang Zibo's favorite type. Her every frown and smile could stir up Wang Zibo's heart.
However, no matter how good a dream was, it was just a dream, and he had to wake up eventually.
Wang Zibo sat down across the road from the Aegean Music Bar. Here, he could still see Huang Hui, and he could still see her crazy after drinking.
"If I break up with Sister Hui, will I be sad?"
This thought naturally came to Wang Zibo's mind.
Thinking that he would never see Huang Hui again, Wang Zibo's heart instantly felt empty, and the pain alone was enough to suffocate him.
He had this kind of sadness before, but tonight, Wang Zibo experienced a different kind of feeling.
A sense of relief.
Although he was sad, Wang Zibo suddenly felt that a huge mountain pressing down on him had suddenly disappeared.
He didn't want to lie to himself. When he thought of breaking up with Huang Hui, he seemed to have lost a burden on his back.
"Probably, I'm also very tired in my heart."
Wang Zibo raised his head, and tears fell down unknowingly.
He moved to a more secluded place, as he didn't want strangers passing by to see him crying.
After sitting like this for a long time, Huang Hui and her friends' party finally ended. They stood at the entrance of the bar, waiting for a taxi. Huang Hui was a little drunk, and she staggered and leaned on a female friend.
Wang Zibo took out his phone, hesitated for a while, and then called Huang Hui.
Huang Hui glanced at the phone screen, and directly hung up.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy right now, please try again later …"
At this time, Wang Zibo's mind was blank, and he mechanically dialed the number again.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy right now, please try again later …"
When he dialed the third number, Wang Zibo saw Huang Hui put her phone back into her bag, and this time, the voice prompt changed. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable right now."
At this time, a friend stopped a taxi for Huang Hui. Before Huang Hui got into the taxi, she didn't forget to hug the foreigner.
Huang Hui didn't know that Wang Zibo was sitting opposite her, nor did she know that Wang Zibo had been sitting in the bushes for a long time.
When the waiters of Aegean Sea began to clean up and close the bar, the noisy bar street of 1912 became quiet. Wang Zibo stood up with difficulty, and staggered away.
He didn't go back to his dormitory, but found a nearby Internet cafe.
After logging in to QQ, Wang Zibo clicked on the chat box with Huang Hui, and memories flooded his mind bit by bit.
They met on the train, but the real confession was actually on QQ.
Therefore, when Wang Zibo typed the words "Let's break up", he finally couldn't hold it back, and cried loudly on the oily and soot-covered keyboard.
Through the screen, they started;
Through the screen, they liked each other;
Through the screen, they broke up;
Through the screen, they lost.
At this moment, Wang Zibo didn't feel sorry for Huang Hui, but he felt sorry for his parents who worked hard in Harbor City.
… ….
"Hey, hey, hey, wake up."
The next morning, the manager woke Wang Zibo up.
Wang Zibo cried and fell asleep last night, and he didn't close the chat box, so the manager came over and saw it clearly.
In fact, the manager wasn't surprised, there were many college students like this nowadays, they didn't play games or watch movies, and they cried loudly after breaking up on QQ, typical online dating players.
Wang Zibo woke up in a daze, and saw the manager standing next to him. His first reaction was to close QQ, after all, it was too embarrassing to let others see it, even though Huang Hui didn't reply.
However, just when he was about to close the chat box, Wang Zibo suddenly froze, Huang Hui actually replied.
Huang Hui was used to using red font when chatting on QQ, and at this moment, Wang Zibo saw a red word, "Okay".
It was only one word, and there was no other content, but if it was connected to a sentence, then it would be a complete story.
"Let's break up."
"Okay."
Wang Zibo took a deep breath, he didn't want the manager to watch the show, so he directly got off the computer and left.
The morning sun was very dazzling, Wang Zibo stood at the entrance of the Internet cafe, squinting his eyelashes and trying to adapt to the sun. When his whole body was warm from inside out, there was an unprecedented happiness in his heart.
"Xiao Chen, I broke up with Huang Hui."
Wang Zibo made a phone call to Chen Hansheng.
"Oh, you kicked Huang Hui?"
Chen Hansheng asked.
Wang Zibo thought for a while, and said seriously, "Yes, I kicked her."
… …
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