Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

"Hao Qiang, are you guys done with your military training? We're finally done."

This was a text message sent to him by Han Qingying, and Hao Qiang felt a little embarrassed.

During the military training, Hao Qiang would occasionally text Han Qingying to chat, and no matter how busy he was, he would send a "good night" message.

But these past two days, I’ve become addicted to eating meat, so I’ll post less.

Han Qingying would naturally think: Is Hao Qiang annoying me? Does he have some opinion about me?

The military training of the two schools starts and ends at the same time.

When Hao Qiang read the text message, he naturally understood what it meant.

He originally planned to let Han Qingying come over to work part-time when she was free on weekends, but is it really appropriate in the current situation?

Forget it, this question is not important at the moment. Hao Qiang quickly edited a text message: "We are done too. I have been busy with the hot pot restaurant these two days."

After typing this line, I thought for a moment and added another line: "Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together?"

At this time, Han Qingying was sitting in the dormitory reading a book, but she glanced at the mobile phone screen from time to time, a little absent-minded.

In a blink of an eye, 17 days had passed. She and Hao Qiang had not met again, and her longing for him grew day by day.

She also gradually realized that she had fallen in love with Hao Qiang.

At first, she planned to have a meal together on the pretext that she still owed Hao Qiang 6 meals, and take the opportunity to meet him.

But on second thought, she became a little worried that it would affect Hao Qiang's work.

After two beeps, Han Qingying quickly picked up her phone and saw the text message. A beautiful smile spread across her lips, and she quickly replied:

"Sure, how about I come to your school?"

At the same time, quickly put on makeup and dress up.

During this period, she read some information about girls' dressing whenever she had free time. She learned a lot and bought two floral full-length skirts.

When Hao Qiang saw the text message, he immediately replied: "I'll go to your school. I'll be at the entrance of your school cafeteria at five o'clock."

"Well, then I'll wait for you."

Just as Hao Qiang finished reading the reply, he received a text message from Qiu Yuqing: "Want to have dinner together tonight?"

Headache!

After seeing this message, he couldn't help but slap himself on the mouth, thinking: It's really not easy to be a scumbag!

The golden finger gave him the partner function, but did not give him the technology to clone himself.

It seems that it can only be solved manually.

Fortunately, I didn’t agree to have dinner with Qiu Yuqing when I left the cafe just now.

"Yuqing, I have something to do in the dormitory tonight, so you can eat by yourself tonight."

"Ok!"

Qiu Yuqing's reply was quite straightforward and her words were not pretentious.

Hao Qiang returned to his rented apartment, quickly turned on his computer, and searched the Internet for information on how to deal with multiple women.

"On the Breeding Technology of Boars", "Falling in Love with the Domineering CEO", "How a Scumbag is Made", "Talking about the Making of a Scumbag", etc.

After searching for a long time, there was no actual combat information at all. They were all just talk. If Hao Qiang believed this, he would probably be in trouble.

However, some theoretical knowledge is still quite useful.

There is a forum case study that is quite useful, which talks about how to cultivate a scumbag.

[A man earns 10,000 yuan and gives his girlfriend 9,000 yuan. In the end, he gets cheated on.

When leaving, the woman said to her ex-boyfriend, "Marriage requires money. You don't have any savings. We can't have a future."

That cold night, he clutched his injured left wrist and cried, "I gave her all my money, but she despised me for not having any savings!"

After his failed suicide attempt by cutting his wrists, the gauze on his left wrist was still oozing blood.

From then on, he brought a different woman home every night, only for her physical pleasure, not her emotional one.

No one knows his past story. People only know that he is a scumbag. A friend asked him, "Aren't you afraid of being called a scumbag?"

But he said: "It doesn't matter, at least my heart doesn't hurt."

Hao Qiang has seen many similar cases, and for some reason, he feels much less guilty.

Perhaps, these contents may just be jokes edited by people for fun, or maybe they really exist.

However, Hao Qiang believes that he should treat every woman he loves sincerely.

Well, be a responsible "good man".

Turn off your computer, freshen up a bit, and leave your rental.

While waiting for the elevator, I ran into my neighbor from room 1802 going out.

She didn't wear a business suit today, but changed into casual clothes. But she was still so charming. Seeing Hao Qiang waiting for the elevator, she took the initiative to say hello:

"Hello there!"

"Hello!" Hao Qiang maintained a faint smile and greeted normally.

"Are you planning on going out?"

"Yeah, you too?"

"Uh, yeah."

The awkward and boring conversation ended quickly with the arrival of the elevator.

There were other people in the elevator, so the two did not continue their conversation.

Hao Qiang left the residential complex, took a taxi, and soon arrived at South China University of Technology.

When I saw Han Qingying, I found that she was wearing a little makeup and a long skirt with floral patterns. With her elegant posture and exquisite curves, she looked as beautiful and elegant as a lotus flower emerging from the water.

Her clear and bright eyes like cutting water, her tall and elegant nose, and her fair and flawless skin like cream make her a beautiful and eye-catching scenery on campus.

Perhaps because of the protection of sunscreen and the hat, Han Qingying's face did not show any signs of severe tanning, or perhaps she covered it up with foundation today.

"It's so beautiful, fresh and refined!" Hao Qiang secretly praised in his heart.

There were people coming and going at the cafeteria entrance, and students were coming in and out. They were all attracted by Han Qingying's beauty. Many boys turned back frequently and glanced at her a few more times.

After receiving a text message from Hao Qiang that he was about to arrive, Han Qingying quickly went to the bulletin board outside the cafeteria to wait, while looking at the poster thoughtfully to avoid being too embarrassed.

When the two met, they both smiled brightly, with joy shining in their eyes.

We walked side by side into the second floor of the cafeteria and ordered a few unique side dishes at random.

After dinner, the two of them strolled to the school lake.

The lake of South China University of Technology is long and narrow. When night falls, the bright moon is hanging high in the sky. The moonlight shines on the lake, shining silver, like a fairyland.

The landscape lights on the trail also lit up one after another, reflecting the moonlight and creating a dreamy atmosphere.

After dinner, couples like to walk hand in hand by the lake.

Along the way, Han Qingying saw many couples. When she saw some bold couples getting intimate and kissing, she couldn't help but lower her head shyly, with a hint of envy in her heart.

Suddenly, Hao Qiang took her hand.

She did not refuse, but lowered her head even lower. Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened a little, and a layer of pink floated on her face, but her heart was filled with surprise and sweetness.

By the lake, the branches of the willow trees hang over the water, swaying in the wind, as if telling the lake something, but without saying anything, full of mystery and poetry.

Like Han Qingying, Hao Qiang didn't say much along the way. They just held hands silently and walked along the path.

As I walked, I had already walked the second lap without realizing it.

Hao Qiang didn't do much. Since Han Qingying didn't refuse to hold hands, he was already satisfied.

Seeing the joy glowing on her face, he knew that she liked him.

He liked the tranquility and peace of the lakeside, and also liked Han Qingying's gracefulness and gentleness, rather than physical desire. He felt that this was a true college love.

"You must be tired from walking. Let's sit for a while." Hao Qiang realized this after walking the third lap.

Perhaps it was because he had held Han Qingying's hand for too long that his palms were a little sweaty, but he was unwilling to let go.

Han Qingying lowered her head and murmured, "Yeah, it's okay."

The two came to a bench under the willow tree. Hao Qiang took out a tissue and wiped it, then laid two more tissues before letting Han Qingying sit down, for fear of dirtying her skirt.

After sitting down, Hao Qiang picked up her slender hand and carefully looked at the back of her hand, the palm, and the slender fingers.

Her fingertips were slightly upturned, which was playful and cute.

The skin on the back of the hand is delicate and smooth, like fine porcelain.

After looking at the left hand, then the right hand, and then the left hand again, I couldn't help but praise:

"The hand is so beautiful, like a delicate work of art."

"Really?" Han Qingying sat upright with her legs together, letting Hao Qiang stroke her hands. She felt sweet when she heard the praise.

Hao Qiang nodded, very sure.

Then, the two talked about many interesting things about military training.

Hao Qiang didn't mention the dancing and singing performances during military training, but he remembered the song "Yu Xi Tan" and said, "I wrote a song and want to sing it for you."

"Ah, can you write songs too?" Han Qingying was a little surprised.

"If I can write classical Chinese essays, then writing songs is a piece of cake."

"Oh, that's true."

Hao Qiang first told her the background of the song, and then he began to sing softly. He currently has a 14-point appearance and an even better voice. Even if he has not opened up the god-level singing skills, he has mastered the techniques to sing this song and can still sing it smoothly.

Han Qingying listened quietly and became more and more surprised. She didn't expect Hao Qiang to sing so well, and the lyrics of the song were amazing.

After listening to it once, she wanted to listen to it a second time, so Hao Qiang continued to sing a cappella.

"Hao Qiang, the lyrics are beautiful, and you sing so well."

"From now on, I will sing this song only for you."

Han Qingying smiled happily, her heart bubbling like fermenting wine, and every bubble was filled with drunkenness.

However, when she thought of that sad love story and the mournful song, she raised her head slightly and looked at Hao Qiang:

“Will we be like them in the future?”

"No, their ending is too tragic, I don't want that." Hao Qiang said with a smile.

"Xiang Yu and Concubine Yu truly loved each other, and they had no regrets."

"Don't worry, we will live until we are old, just like your grandmother."

After receiving Hao Qiang's answer, Han Qingying's face was full of smiles.

After staying for another half an hour, Hao Qiang left South China University of Technology. He wanted love and could not neglect his career.

Han Qingying wanted to send him to the school gate before reluctantly returning to the dormitory.