At three thirty in the afternoon, in the East District, at the Ginza 4S Store.
A slender young man with handsome features hummed a tune as he walked toward the Ginza 4S Store ahead.
"The sun shines overhead, the flowers smile at me, the birds say: morning, morning, morning! Why are you carrying explosives? I'm off to blow up school, the teachers have no clue. Pull the fuse, run away, boom—and school has gone bye-bye!"
With that maddening song and those devilish steps, who else could it have been but Jun Wangchen?
Watching the waves of young people pouring toward the Ginza 4S Store, Jun Wangchen could not help sighing.
Every guy had a dream: to drive a flashy car with the girl he loved, face the sunset, cuddle close, and screw until spring flowers bloomed.
As the saying went: when a man was strong, a woman supported his strength; when a man was weak, a woman felt let down; when a woman was strong, a man lay back; when a woman was weak, a man fretted.
Unfortunately, the pressures of reality shattered many guys' dreams.
Jun Wangchen had once belonged to that group too, so he understood all too well the bitterness of guys who wanted a car but could not afford one.
Along the way, countless dolled-up girls in ultrashort skirts left Jun Wangchen's eyes swimming.
The waves behind drove the waves ahead, knocked them down, and screwed them instead. If buying a car was not about picking up girls, then none of it meant anything.
Looking at those girls, pure as water and smiling like flowers, and those graceful figures, slender and smooth or voluptuous and soft, Jun Wangchen could not help lifting his face to the sky with a long sigh.
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