After taking Xu Youyue home, Jun Wangchen returned to Jinling University with mixed feelings.
It was eleven thirty when he reached campus. Jun Wangchen had intended to head straight back to his dorm, but halfway there, Zhang Zhengxiao and the others called and told him to pick up a few bags of Spicy Strips from a nearby supermarket. Otherwise, they would delete every last video clip he had treasured for years—with no chance of recovery.
Jun Wangchen was furious.
What were a few video clips worth?
I was a man of dignity, principles, and refined tastes!
Could a little video clip really make me abandon my dignity, principles, and refined tastes?
Heh, let me tell you... it absolutely could!
Still disgruntled, Jun Wangchen parked the Bentley and headed to a large supermarket near campus.
The supermarket was famous around the university for its enormous selection of Spicy Strips.
Endless leaves came fluttering down; endless Spicy Strips came rolling in.
As though a spring breeze had swept through overnight, a thousand bags, ten thousand bags of Spicy Strips burst into bloom.
Glancing around the quiet street, Jun Wangchen occasionally spotted lovey-dovey couples strolling past, big hands holding little hands. One moment they were exchanging tender glances, the next they were French-kissing. The sight sent ten thousand alpacas stampeding through his heart.
Were lovey-dovey couples really this brazen these days?
Oh, woe was me!
Being single was a sin that even a blizzard could not bury!
Once I had a girlfriend of my own, I would torment every couple who had flaunted their love at me!
Having bought plenty of Spicy Strips here before, Jun Wangchen knew the section well. He selected a few premium bags, straightened up, and prepared to pay at the checkout.
Just then, a man wearing a baseball