"Haha, this kid thought getting into college meant he could do whatever he wanted."
"Exactly. He's taken this world far too simply."
"Haha, falling from the clouds into the valley doesn't feel so good, does it?"
Zhou En looked at the bustling traffic before him, completely ignoring the taunts behind him. He touched the three hundred yuan in his pocket and could not help feeling lost.
What he needed to consider now was where he should stay. Three hundred yuan should, in theory, be enough for Zhou En to spend one night in a hotel.
But what about tomorrow? What would he eat, and how would he get home?
"Forget it. I'll eat first." Zhou En muttered bitterly to himself as he gradually moved out of the security guards' sight.
Mapo Tofu. Seeing the restaurant where he had treated Liu Yu to a meal last time, Zhou En walked inside.
"Hello, how many are in your party?" As soon as he entered, a female waitress in a cheongsam bent slightly and asked.
"One," Zhou En replied absentmindedly.
"I'm terribly sorry, but all our single seats are occupied. However, our restaurant does offer takeout." The moment she heard Zhou En was alone, the cheongsam-clad waitress's attitude immediately turned cold.
Her words made it abundantly clear that she wanted Zhou En to get lost.
Zhou En smiled dejectedly. He had never thought much of such remarks before, but now they only made him feel bleak.
He slowly walked out of the restaurant. Since the place did not welcome him, he could not be bothered to press his warm face against a cold shoulder.
The waitress in the cheongsam looked disdainfully at Zhou En's departing back and sneered, "Who knows where that country bumpkin came from?"
Zhou En slowly walked down the street.