After the banquet came the victory celebration. Having worked hard for ten days, the boys and girls could finally relax and have a good time.
Fang Zheng, however, could not be bothered to join them. After opening the champagne, he promptly returned to his room to rest.
Actually, Fang Zheng had wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with a few girls and then fool around with them back in his room. With his looks, the spotlight he had stolen, and the eager gazes the girls had given him at the banquet, he could surely manage it without even needing to choose—yeah, right!!
Of course, it was not that Fang Zheng lacked charm. The problem was the values held by girls in this world.
Fang Zheng had complained about this before. It was clearly the end of the twenty-first century, yet this world's fashion sense was still as bad as the Showa era. But in truth, it was not just their clothing tastes; women's attitudes in this era were also much the same as in the Showa era.
In Japan at the beginning of the twenty-first century, women had still been somewhat open-minded. At least, judging by Fang Zheng's own experience, most women did not resist premarital sex. There were even female students who thought, "It would be embarrassing not to have any experience, so I need to get rid of that status as soon as possible."
But Japan in this era gave Fang Zheng a terrible feeling.
It was not feudalism, exactly. Rather, it seemed that women's attitudes had made a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. In the past, summer had generally been the most carefree season for both boys and girls, and quite a few students had casually stepped into adulthood amid the summer heat. After all, they considered it