Chapter 27 — The Unattainable Goddess
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Wei Zhao, you were staring at Shen Yushu and the other one the whole time, weren't you?" Kang Xiaobo asked.
"Just looking around." Wei Zhao was a little embarrassed.
"Ah, give it a few days and you'll understand. They're not our princesses. Tang Yun is." Kang Xiaobo looked at Wei Zhao with sympathy. Still, when he had first started school, hadn't he secretly loved Shen Yushu and Gu Mengyao too? But as he grew older, he came to understand the gulf between them.
"All men are equal" is a lovely fantasy. Anyone with a bit of maturity understands that people have never been equal. Wine and meat rot behind vermilion gates while bones of the frozen dead lie on the road — that is no joke, but a fact.
Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu's lives were brilliant and many-colored. Their charmed, princess-like existence was not something an ordinary boy like him could ever step into.
So although many in the class knew Gu Mengyao did not much care for Zhong Yongliang, they also knew that in this class, he was the only one with any right to pursue her.
Getting the card went smoothly enough — after all, he was bringing money to the school. The cafeteria manager claimed the place made no profit, but only a fool would believe that.
Wei Zhao showed his student ID and put two hundred yuan on deposit, and easily got his meal card. On the way out, though, Kang Xiaobo grumbled, "Brother, what did you put in that much money for?"
"To eat. Why?" Wei Zhao was baffled. While he was making the deposit, Kang Xiaobo had been shooting him looks, and he had no idea what the fellow meant.
"The school cafeteria — when you hand over your money they smile in your face, but the day you stop eating there and want a refund, just you wait. We're seniors already; who knows how much longer we'll even eat here? You put in that much at once, and when we graduate you'll be running back here every day for a refund — who's got that kind of time?" Kang Xiaobo said, half reproachful.
"Ha, is that so? It's fine. It's only two hundred yuan. Look, we spent over ten in a single day; two hundred will last a month or so." Wei Zhao laughed, unconcerned. "If they won't refund it, they won't. Worst case, the two of us skip a day of eating and come here for a feast."
"You're a carefree one." Kang Xiaobo said approvingly. "If the restaurants off campus weren't even pricier, I wouldn't eat in this cafeteria at all."
"Food's food." Wei Zhao was not picky. The cafeteria fare was no match for the chef Uncle Qing had sent over yesterday, but it was at least far better than Widow Wang's snack shop at the edge of the village.
Back in the classroom, he found that most of the students had not gone out to play. Senior year was precious and tense. It was a watershed in a person's life: work hard and strive, and you might get into a top university; slip up even a little, and you might fall by the wayside.
Anyone who tested into No. 1 High was among the best; no one wanted to be worse than the next person. The children of the wealthy were the exception, of course — at this hour they were out on the basketball courts playing to their hearts' content, or in internet cafes off campus playing online games.
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