Chapter 136 Batman and the Joker

Chapter 136 Batman and the Joker

Chapter 136 Batman and the Joker
People change. For example, the sunny and cheerful Xiaoyingjiang recently changed his online name to "depressed and frustrated Xiaoyingjiang". He said that writing papers is too brain-consuming. Now he is no longer sunny and cheerful, nor is he smart and witty. All he has left is depression.

The poet has also changed. Not only has she become the poet of eternal sin, but her hair has also changed from pink to green. She said that this will make her look more sunny and healthy.

Everyone says that it is indeed healthy, but if you want sunshine, it is better to add some bright yellow to it, so that it will look more like a sunflower.

The poet got angry and scolded everyone.

The poet's hair is not all green like willow branches, but is highlighted green. In the middle of a large patch of silver hair, a few hints of green are floating in the air, making it very eye-catching.

In addition, she also drives a Mercedes-Benz E-Class, which makes her even more ostentatious. No wonder she attracts boys to openly confess their love to her downstairs.

However, no matter how ostentatious it was, she would still cause an uproar in public opinion if she ran away holding Wang Zixu's arm in front of everyone. When the poet dragged Wang Zixu away, there was a commotion behind him, as if there was an explosion.

A boy stumbled out of the crowd and shouted at the two people's backs:
"Don't you even have the patience to say a word to me? Du Kezhu, you have no heart!"

He looked up into the distance, but all he saw were the backs of a man and a woman walking so fast that their legs and feet left afterimages. They turned the corner in small steps and disappeared, leaving only yellow leaves on the ground swirling in the wind.

The boy blushed and said, "Du Kezhu, I like you! No matter what you do, I want you to know that I like you! I just want to tell you this!"

A boy next to him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stop shouting. If you keep shouting, you'll call Batman over."

Someone nearby asked curiously, "Why is Batman here?"

“Because I think he looks like a clown.”

Another boy suddenly discovered the blind spot and put his hands on his hips:

"That's not right, He Yangyuxiao, why did you bring someone here to kidnap Du Kezhu? What on earth do you want to do?"

This sudden accusation caught the three girls off guard, but the onlookers were immediately outraged and all supported the guy for speaking out for justice.

Girls with long eyelashes are dizzy.

"That's not the person I brought here!"

"Why didn't you bring it here? If you did, everyone would have seen it!"

"Yes, we all saw it!" Everyone agreed. The people have sharp eyes.

He Yangyuxiao felt wronged and quickly explained: "We did bring him here, but we didn't bring him here to rob the bride. We just helped lead the way for him!"

A girl was filled with righteous indignation: "Okay, guides! Don't guides have any responsibilities? The guides are guilty of an even greater crime!"

"We are leading the way, but not that road!"

Another girl came over and asked curiously: "Which department is that person from? I've never seen him before."

The busty girl in polka dot clothes said: "That guy is not from our school. He came here to register. We don't know him."

Everyone was shocked, and he was a social figure.

"Are you sure he's from outside the school and you're not being deceived? How could Du Kezhu take that person with him if he didn't know him? We all saw it with our own eyes!"

The students were talking so intensely that the three girls were all feeling overwhelmed. The girl with long eyelashes stretched out her hand and said in a leadership manner, "Everyone calm down. Don't be impatient. We don't know the situation yet. Why Du Kezhu left with that person is still under investigation."

There was another commotion downstairs in the dormitory. The three girls talked at once, explaining over and over again what had just happened, but I don't know if they cleared up any misunderstanding.

But no matter what, the boy's confession failed. Half a year later, he realized the truth that "confession is not the horn of charge, but the bell of victory." Of course, that's a story for later. Now he is being hugged by everyone to drink.

As the crowd dispersed, the news spread rapidly around the Nanjing University campus, and soon seven or eight versions of the story were circulated.

……

Wang Zixu and the poet walked nearly 800 meters before the poet asked, "Why are you here?"

Wang Zixu said: "I still want to ask you."

“I go to school here.”

“I want to go to school here, too.”

Prince humbly thought that he would go to Nanjing University for graduate studies in the future, and he would have plenty of opportunities to see her, so he simply told her that he wanted to study for a master's degree here.

The poet blinked, and his dark eyes stared at him: "Does the little prince still need to go to school?"

"Learning is a lifelong process. Also, don't call that name here."

The poet's face changed, and then he said seriously: "Don't mention the name of the poet of eternal sin here."

"I didn't mention it. Didn't you bring it up yourself?"

"I know. I just wanted to say it once and thought it would sound cool."

In the past, the poet didn't seem that strange when she was among that bunch of freaks, but now Wang Zixu realized that she was actually no sicker than the mechanical fire-breathing Godzilla.

Wang Zixu asked: "What do you want to do by pulling me over here?"

The poet pointed his finger forward and said, "I saw you upstairs, so I took advantage of it. They have been blocking me downstairs for the whole morning, and I want to eat. I am starving."

Wang Zixu looked in the direction her finger pointed and found a cafeteria in front of him.

"I just arrived and you saw me?"

"In fact, I saw you when you walked over that road with my three roommates. I was hiding upstairs to see when the man would leave."

Wang Zixu wondered, "Are those three your roommates?"

The poet sighed and said, "Yes, it was my roommate who was the only one who didn't bring me along when we were doing the project together."

Wang Zixu felt that there was a profound story behind this, but he didn't intend to ask.

"You are often confessed to?"

"Not often, maybe once or twice a month."

"..."

Once or twice a month, she had already broken through the category of the most popular girls Wang Zixu had ever seen and entered Feng Aotian's field of literature. But would Feng Aotian be blocked upstairs by people confessing their love and starving to the point of having a stomachache? The poet saw his doubts and explained, "Not all of them are so ostentatious. Most of them just pass a note or send a message on the phone. I would just casually reject the kind of half-hearted confession and no one would say anything. But in this situation today, after I reject someone, people will talk about me for a long time behind my back."

Wang Zixu said: "I don't really understand."

"That boy is from the student union and has a lot of popularity. You went downstairs and turned him down, so you have to give a reason, right? If you're too perfunctory, people will think you're disrespectful. If you're too serious, others will think you're too pretentious. In short, it's very troublesome."

Wang Zixu nodded to show his understanding. But he couldn't empathize. It turned out that girls of this age would worry about such boring things. Wang Zixu felt old and lost his youthfulness.

The two walked on a path covered with yellow leaves. The sun occasionally peeked out from between the branches and leaves, piercing my eyes for a moment before quickly hiding behind the leaves. The air was filled with the scent of hibiscus flowers and cut grass.

The poet said: "The original plan was that I would take you away, and when others asked about it later, I would say that I was showing the little prince around our campus. That way, no one would be able to say anything."

Wang Zixu's face turned pale: "I can't..."

"I can't mention that name here, right? I know." The poet lifted his hair nonchalantly, "So that's the original plan. Now I have to think of another excuse to explain why I took a strange man away."

Wang Zixu asked: "What is the difference?"

The poet widened his eyes in surprise: "Is that even necessary?"

Wang Zixu was very confused.

The poet said: "You are the Little Prince, a literary pioneer, a cultural legend, a boy idol, a girl killer. I didn't know you were too embarrassed to greet people at Nanjing University. As long as I say I'm with you, who would dare to have any objections? Maybe no one will dare to confess to me in the future."

The prince opened his mouth and stood still.

The poet also stopped, stared at him and said seriously: "This is Nanjing University, the base camp of the Little Prince. If there are only 20 square kilometers of land left in the world that will support the Little Prince, it is definitely here. Why do you think I skipped classes for days and ran to a small city hundreds of kilometers away to live with a group of men? Of course, it was for the name of the Little Prince."

At this moment, a group of boys arguing fiercely passed by them, and one sentence from them particularly caught their ears: "The little prince said..."

The poet looked at him and shrugged, his expression seeming to say, look.

Wang Zixu was silent for a while, and the poet continued: "In fact, my three roommates still talk about the little prince every day. I wonder how they would feel if they knew that they had been walking with you for so long."

The prince raised his head to the sky and said, "Well. I don't know Thomas Pynchon, but I know the Little Prince."

The poet said: "Looking at your expression, you don't know? I thought you chose Nanjing University because you knew this."

Wang Zixu said: "No one has ever told me before you that I have such a strong... possession in Nan Da."

"This is not enchantment, this is fame," the poet said. "Welcome back to Planet B-612, Your Highness the Little Prince."

The wind suddenly blew, and the leaves rolled, making a rustling sound. The poet used a gorgeous tone, expecting Wang Zixu to give a handsome response. As a result, Wang Zixu looked up at the sky for a few seconds, then lowered his head and asked:

"Do you know where Chongwen Building is?"

The poet pointed and said, "You can go to Chongwen Building by going to the dormitory building in front and then walking forward and turning right and then left, or you can go through the small woods from the small path on the left and then turn right and then left... Forget it, there is no straight road in Nanjing University. You will definitely get lost if you go there blindly. How about I take you there on an empty stomach?"

Since he was already hungry, Wang Zixu naturally felt embarrassed to bother her and humbly declined. But the poet seemed to insist on him doing her a favor, and took him to Chongwen Building while his stomach growled. Wang Zixu declined again and again, and finally decided to wait for the poet to have breakfast. As a result, the poet went back and the cafeteria did not provide breakfast, so she could only lead the way on an empty stomach.

The two chatted casually on the way and walked side by side. Many Nanjing University students passed by them along the way, and people glanced at them from time to time.

Wang Zixu dressed more formally today, wearing a suit jacket and new leather shoes. Although he looked quite stylish, it did not fit in with the campus style. It was a bit inappropriate for him to walk with a pretty girl, not to mention that she was a celebrity on campus.

Wang Zixu said: "You talk more than before."

"Are you disgusted?"

"No. I'm just stating a fact."

After a pause, Wang Zixu continued, "He is more lively than before."

This is also a statement of fact. What Wang Zixu wanted to say was that the poet's image was different. If it was her in the Wenmi Club base, she would chew gum coldly, sneer, and say nothing, but now she smiled warmly and her face was still powdered.

"Of course, I'm in normal student mode at school. Before, at the base, there were too many strangers around, so I always had to be on high alert. Now I can relax a little."

Hearing this, Wang Zixu felt a little apologetic. From the poet's perspective - she was 1.65 meters tall - there were a bunch of big men around in the base, not only strong men who lifted weights, but also wretched otakus, a fire-breathing mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex, and a killer girl - Wang Zixu herself. Of course, she should be more vigilant.

After saying this, the poet turned around and asked, "What image did I have in your mind before?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's quite aloof."

The poet chuckled. Very happy.

Fortunately, they did not run into the group of people who had just confessed their love, and they arrived at Chongwen Building safely.

It is said that this is one of the oldest buildings in Nanjing University. It is square and looks like a matchbox. The first floor is an indoor basketball court. There is a white sign at the door that reads "Graduate Registration Point Entrance".

The poet only glanced inside and turned back to say, "I won't go in. Lu Qingxuan is inside."

"Who?"

"All you need to know is that she is a rich lady who knows nothing."

Wang Zixu was completely confused. At this moment, a boy came out of the building, looking around, and ran over to him and said:
"Du Kezhu, Lu Qingxuan asked you to come in."

The poet rolled his eyes at the boy, ignored him, and walked away.

Wang Zixu sighed and said that this attitude was right.

The boy touched his head, looking a little embarrassed towards Wang Zixu, and whispered, "Are you and Du Kezhu together? If Lu Qingxuan asks about it later, can you explain it?"

Wang Zixu patted him on the shoulder and said, people can be used as tools by others, but they must never treat themselves as tools.

Then, under the boy's dull gaze, he walked into Chongwen Building.

The basketball court on the first floor was divided into two parts by several huge cardboard boxes. Outside were people queuing, and inside were the staff responsible for graduate student registration. Although they were called staff, they were actually college students who were called over to help, mainly members of the Student Union. They were natural free labor. Wang Zixu had done this job before, so he knew it well.

When I walked into the room, there was a pretty girl sitting in the middle. She had black hair like clouds, a Letmoe jacket on the upper body, and a pleated skirt on the lower body, matched with slightly translucent thick black tights from Balenciaga. Her eyebrows and eyes were cold and her gaze was chilly.

"Where's Du Kezhu? Didn't Du Kezhu come?"

The girl stared at Wang Zixu, who shook his head. The girl then waved her hand and said, "Then come in first, and I'll examine you first."

(End of this chapter)