exoTheUnfairClub

I will be embarrassed by him later. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ping sat next to him with a pale face. How could he not remember the humiliation that C humiliated him at that time, first falsely accusing him of plagiarism, and then deliberately giving him the lowest score.

Do Kyungsoo on the opposite side looked at his ugly face as if he knew something, and asked, "Song Ping? Are you okay?"

Song Ping nodded, and drank half of the glass of wine in his hand.

Sitting on the main seat, Jin Zhongda twirled his fork and casually put a fork in his mouth: "The nature of S University determines the character of these professors. What kind of ivory tower is there? They are clearly undisguised Shuras." field."

Wu Shixun nodded after hearing this, and toasted Song Ping and Park Chanyeol to pay respects to Jin Zhong.

Their topics jumped quickly, and they immediately discussed the Stanford student rape case that was on the cusp. The students who committed the crime were jointly asked for a light sentence, and finally saw the light of day after only serving three months in prison.

Song Ping's status meant that he could not interrupt the conversation between the couple, so he just sat aside and listened obediently.

"But having said that, it's too ugly this time." Bian Boxian said a little arrogantly.

"I don't know who I'm going to embarrass if I bring things up on the table that can be resolved in private."

"It's not embarrassing, it's simply humiliating," Park Chanyeol interjected, "The upper class was slapped in the face by those ordinary people, otherwise it would be the turn of those people who don't know their identities to judge them."

Zhang Yixing shook the red wine glass in his hand: "The poor and the rich are separated by a long distance. Isn't it normal for them to see corrupt and obscene things among us?"

"Speaking of this, S University really never lacks these things." Do Kyungsoo said calmly.

Bian Boxian leaned over to him: "Oh, we adults can see it so thoroughly, I thought you didn't hear anything out of the window, and only read the books of sages."

Do Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at him, and continued, "I'm not the only one who saw a threesome in the bathroom in that pub last time."

Although he knew that he was speaking to Bian Boxian, Song Pin still thought of himself.

At the end of the semester, the senior bought his thesis at a high price and paid 10% more, and told him with a smile that it was a gift.

He didn't specify what the gift was, but after thinking about it, he knew it wasn't a Christmas gift. As for whether it was a welcome gift for Song Ping finally joining them, or a farewell gift for Song Ping to bid farewell to the life of the poor, he didn't know.

The scene of the senior courting under someone else that day reappeared before Song Ping's eyes. He resisted his nausea and washed the fishy smell from his throat with spicy alcohol.

Jin Zhongren knocked his feet on the table, looked at Song Ping's blurred eyes, and said word by word: "I don't know why, until now there are still people who don't want to admit that their background determines their future, and they say that everyone is equal. Isn’t it the case that the upper class look down on ordinary people? The so-called masters will never really change dynasties, and the rings are intertwined, and the officials and officials protect each other. When one person falls, the family will still stand up.”

Song Ping felt cold all over and shivered.Every word Jin Zhongren said hit Song Ping's heart, how could he not understand these principles?

But is he willing to be a poor man for the rest of his life?

He managed to climb up to this group of young masters, how could he give up.

Jin Zhongren's words only deepened his determination to get rid of everything he once had. He finally walked out of that dilapidated place in that small village. He had already sold his conscience and soul, so he didn't want to go back in disgrace.

"Then who do you think really holds the right to speak?"

"Anyway, it's not that lunatic and that woman, clowns." Zhang Yixing said with a lack of interest.

Jin Zhong laughed loudly: "Well, maybe it's us in the future."

Several people laughed, and the topic went back to why madmen voted so high among the poor.

Jin Junmian drank the last bit of wine in the glass, and then slammed the glass on the ground: "Catch the most difficult point in the heart of the poor."

"Hmph," Kim Min-seok chuckled, "That's why we have to be wary of democracy."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Kim Min-seok.

"It is the poor themselves who look down on the poor the most. Blinded by anger, the wisdom of the people becomes ignorant."

Song Ping finally knew where the gap between him and them was.

He can only be a parasite around them forever, Kim Min-seok is right, the poor are ignorant.

When they had already started discussing the poor people like ants, he was still unwilling to be a poor person for the rest of his life.

Between ignorance and wisdom, there is only one mountain piled up by money.

At some point, Jin Zhongda changed seats with Wu Shixun, sat next to him, leaned into his ear softly and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Song Ping shook his head: "I just suddenly understood something."

He was so focused on Jin Zhong's big eyes that he didn't notice the meaningful smiles of other people at all.

"Now that you understand, let's say that."

As if possessed by a demon, Song Ping picked up a bottle of red wine, stood on a chair, and poured it directly on himself:

"I hate being poor.

I never want to go back to that poor little town for the rest of my life.

I like money and I would give anything for it.

I will never... never go back to being poor again. "

Everyone at the table laughed and applauded, Song Ping jumped off the table, and was embraced by Jin Zhongda: "Welcome to grow up, my good boy."

In the lively carnival, Song Ping only heard a bang.

I don't know if it's the voice of a broken conscience, or the first muddy rain of the new year has finally come to this land.

CH25

The first rain of the new year stopped after a while, Song Ping put the hat on the sweater on his head, and Jin Zhongda and Jin Zhongda hugged each other and walked towards the hotel.

It was very cold in NYC after the rain, and Song Ping blew on the wind, which dissipated a lot of the drunken tiredness just now.Jin Zhongda's body temperature passed through several layers of fabric, dispelling some of the coldness for him.

The street looked like it was after the carnival, and there was a lot of rubbish on the ground. They carefully walked around the wine bottles and plastic bags that fell on the ground, and walked back with difficulty like walking a tightrope.

Just like what Song Ping blurted out just now, on the other side of the street are young people wearing cheap hoodies and jeans drinking in the dark, and cleaners who go out to work in the early morning for a meager salary.

On the other side of the street is the high-end hotel where they stayed temporarily, and the musical fountain that still operates even in winter shows off its might to the poor at the other end.

Song Ping walked at the end of them, holding a cigarette from Bian Boxian in his mouth. He took a deep breath of the little cigarette left, looked at the brightly lit hotel, and exhaled the stale air in his lungs.

□□The strange burning gas choked his eyes sorely. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to see clearly the appearances of the shoulders and backs in front of him, but he found that there was always a thick layer of fog between them.

Before he could finish his sentimentality, Bian Baekhyun came over and grabbed his shoulders and pushed him in.

Perhaps Song Ping didn't even realize that the relationship between them had quietly changed.

Back in the room, he was just about to jump into bed and have a good sleep when he received a call from home.

He looked up at Admiralty, who was holding a computer and working, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, got into the balcony to blow the cold wind, and connected the call from the other side of the ocean.

What surprised him was not the mother and sister he expected, but the taciturn father.

"Your mother won't let me tell you, but I think you are an adult and need to take on the responsibilities of the family..."

Hearing these words, Song Ping was at a loss, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Your sister... is getting divorced soon."

There was some oldness in the father's voice. In Song Ping's impression, his father should be a tall man with a loud voice, but at this moment, it sounded that the voice had laughed a lot, and the speed of speaking had also slowed down.

Song Ping tried to attribute these changes to the poor signal of the communication company, but no matter what, he couldn't ignore the tiredness in the other party's tone.

"I went to the hospital for an investigation and said that she was infertile, and that kid would divorce her no matter what."

He only felt a thump in his heart, his limbs were a little weak, and he asked tremblingly, "What about my sister?"

"She...she also wants to divorce, we can't persuade her..."

Song Ping couldn't remember how he hung up the phone, and how he dialed his sister's number to comfort her.He only remembered that he said those words, but what he thought in his heart was why.

Why does this kind of thing happen to him?

Why add insult to injury?

Why are these poor people like them responsible for these things, but those rich sons and daughters can enjoy the glory?

He was not reconciled.

He stumbled and wanted to find Jin Zhongda to stay beside him for a while, and he seemed to be able to get great comfort by that person's side.

Jin Zhongda was not in the living room, but left a note saying that he needed to discuss something with Do Kyungsoo, and asked him to rest first.

Song Ping rubbed the note, but reluctantly spread the note under the cup.

He walked out of the room, the two rooms on the right were Zhang Yixing's room, the door was not closed, Song Ping went to the living room of the suite, thinking that he and Park Chanyeol were not there, and was about to leave when he heard movement in the bedroom.

CH26

Kim Jong-in glanced at Byun Baekhyun and Oh Se-hoon who were standing together with his wound, reached out his hand to touch the wound on the corner of his mouth, then turned and left.

Oh Se-hoon, who was still angry, pushed Baekhyun's waist