As soon as Yang Jian boarded the plane, the person in charge of the airline arranged for him to sit in first class.
Of course, it was free.
But aside from better seats and fewer people, first class was not much different. It was not as enjoyable as he had imagined.
While waiting, several passengers gradually took their seats. There were men and women, all smartly dressed and clearly social elites or successful professionals. Yang Jian only paid them a little attention before losing interest, then casually flipped through magazines and played with the tablet built into his seat to pass the time.
A man in a suit beside him saw Yang Jian fidgeting about and smiled. "Is this your first time flying, friend?"
"More or less. How could you tell?" Yang Jian turned to look at him.
"People flying for the first time are all like this—curious, always looking around, touching and playing with everything for the novelty. Once you fly often enough, it's like taking the bus. Just like me, I want to sleep as soon as I get on," the suited man said.
Yang Jian nodded. "I see. Thanks for the reminder. Looks like I should travel more often and take more flights when I get the chance."
The suited man added, "Friend, that's not what I meant. I mean I'm going to sleep. Could you please keep quiet? I don't mind you personally, but I hope you can respect others. Can you do that?"
"Do people nowadays always beat around the bush? I thought you wanted to chat with me."
Yang Jian paused. With his lack of social experience, he could not immediately understand what the man meant.
The suited man smiled, seeming somewhat mocking.
But Yang Jian said, "I don't think I was talking loudly