On the train, Li Shuci stared blankly at the passing scenery outside the window.
It was late autumn in the south. Green and yellow vegetation intertwined, fallen leaves rotted on the ground, and the sky was overcast.
Xu Lianqiao, beside her, was fast asleep against her shoulder.
Across from her sat Lin Luoxue, her hair slightly disheveled as she leaned back against the train window and slept.
From the corner of her eye, Li Shuci could see several classmates chatting and laughing at the connection between carriages. She knew Wang Yan was over there smoking...
"What were you thinking? You study Spanish, skipped class, and brought that kind of... work with you to travel all this way with us from the Television and Journalism School for a photography exhibition?"
Jiang Yunming looked at Ren Yifan's scumbag masterpiece, rendered nearly speechless.
Ren Yifan looked immensely pleased with himself. "Of course I'm exhibiting it. I'm looking for someone with a discerning eye, someone who'll discover this pearl lost in the vast sea. Then we'll both shine brilliantly in the world of artistic photography. Once I achieve fame and success, countless beautiful women will throw themselves at me.
"I can already imagine it. The hardest thing in my life then will be choosing which of all those beautiful women I should discuss art with. Tsk, just thinking about it makes it seem so, so difficult...
"You've all seen how many beautiful women I've dated. Aren't you jealous? Envious? Bitter?"
His work was a huge character for "scumbag," pieced together from photos of many women. To be fair, most of them were quite pretty—at the very least, all of them passed the mark.
"Old Wang, come take a look. You actually had the potential for this too, but unfortunately, you chose another path." Ren