six of one and half a dozen of the other

Zhao Jiadi rode the squeaky bicycle in Yangpu University Town. It was getting dark. Now, classmate Zhao had finally left TS City and stepped out of the huge shadow of Zhao Sanjin. He no longer needed to analyze the words and deeds of that ambitious woman with a hidden dagger in her smile. He could also take a breather under the doting of his grandma. Moreover, he didn't have to worry about cleaning up the mess for his playboy younger brother, nor did he need to teach that little brat hand - by - hand how to get through a pornographic game with no substance. Although it also meant that he wouldn't be able to see a large group of die - hard friends with whom he had accumulated a deep friendship over more than ten years, on the whole, Zhao Jiadi was in a very good mood. So he took out a cigarette, smoked Double Happiness, which was called "Little China" by Shanghainese, on his shabby bike, humming the song "Smiling at the Wind and Cloud" by Chu Liu - xiang back then and now by Uncle Zheng in an indistinct manner. He felt really cool, speeding along on the road in the university town. He almost did a difficult bicycle drift at the corner....

Sure enough, he is a man as swift as the wind.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a face as handsome as Sparrow's. Otherwise, he would still have a certain rate of turning heads.

Zhao Jiadi, nicknamed Zhao Baliang, is a guy who had never stepped out of TS City before the age of 19. He is 175 cm tall, weighs 67.5 kg, and has excellent eyesight. He has not been ruined into a bespectacled man, pseudo - otaku, data freak, or setting maniac by a large number of pornographic and erotic films. He is not very good at dealing with women, especially beautiful women. However, he is an out - and - out goddess - complex, elder - sister - complex, uniform - complex, lolita - complex, beautiful - leg - complex, black - silk - complex, and bespectacled - girl - complex guy.

During his passionate and youthful years, Zhao Jiadi has both cut others and been cut. When he was young, he dreamed of becoming a great hero. Later, after seeing that several guys with abnormal fighting abilities were just thugs for Zhao Sanjin, he completely gave up this dream. In his own opinion, his pitifully few advantages include being in better physical condition. There's no other way. During middle school, because of his naive chivalry, he either fought alone against a group of ruffian - like hooligans or was beaten up by a crowd. If he couldn't run fast, he would end up with missing limbs. Another advantage is that he has a little talent for painting. His biggest dream is to do body painting for his older sister - in - name - only who is a young woman with mature charm. For this reason, he has intermittently persisted in basic copying for several periods. In terms of science and engineering, he thinks he has always been so - so, more than enough to cope with exams, but he has never intended to win a gold medal in an Olympic math competition. Finally, the only thing that can barely be considered an advantage is that if you give him a profound German philosophical monograph, he can translate it with some time. Besides these, Brother Baliang really can't think of any other capital worthy of boasting in front of others. Of course, if Zhao Sanjin passes away, he will probably inherit a fortune that can drive gold - diggers crazy. However, since he was 14 years old, Brother Baliang has never asked the nouveau riche Zhao Sanjin for a single cent. So when Zhao Baliang says he has no money, he really is penniless. This kind of fool who has drawn a clear line from Zhao Sanjin since he was sensible is by no means the kind of money - spoiled brat like Zhao Yangge, who is heartless, immoral, and without ideals, and is born to be a top - notch playboy.

The reason why he has the nickname "Baliang" is that he has a sister nicknamed "Banjin", who is crazy and has the typical lifestyle of the imperial relatives in this generation in old Beijing. Her sharpness can make onlookers burst into tears. She is currently studying at Imperial College. Of course, her circle is not comparable to that of Zhao Jiadi and Zhao Yangge, the two little brats. Her motto is: When I was 3 years old, I had already decided that I would become a nun at 30. Before 30, I'm just a shallow and vulgar vase. So don't talk to me about any fucking ideals. I don't understand. If you want to court me, if you're a second - generation official, you should at least be the offspring of provincial - or ministerial - level officials. If you make your own money, first get yourself familiar in Forbes. Come to me a few years later if you haven't been in prison. Otherwise, get lost. Don't you think I need time to apply a facial mask?

And this crazy woman's greatest pleasure is to tease the poor and honest Zhao Jiadi. For no reason, she would dress up gaudily in the middle of the night and harass Zhao Jiadi like a flower, demanding an exciting video chat. So Zhao Baliang is more afraid of this Wang Banjin than anyone else. As for why Zhao Jiadi has the surname Zhao like Zhao Sanjin while Wang Banjin has the surname Wang, that's another legend. To put it simply, they are not blood - related. Back then, Zhao Sanjin was like Chen Shimei. He abandoned the woman he was already engaged to and married a widow from an old - Beijing red - blooded family. To be exact, he married into the Wang family and later divorced. Then he got back together with his first love who had been waiting for him to change his mind, that is, Zhao Jiadi's mother. Later, things became even more dramatic. Probably thinking that his original wife was past her prime, the prosperous Zhao Sanjin, who was especially attractive in his forties, got himself a young and beautiful mistress. After having Zhao Yangge, this unexpected child, he brought that scheming and beautiful careerist into the Zhao family. So the whole TS city, among both the common folks and the upper - class circles, there have always been rumors about Comrade Zhao Sanjin's intrepid rags - to - riches history and love history. That is to say, Zhao Jiadi nominally has three mothers. His real mother has immigrated to Canada and has no worldly desires. His eldest mother, that is, Wang Banjin's mother, hates Zhao Sanjin to the core, but has always been nice to Zhao Jiadi and treats him as half of her own son. As for his stepmother, they are like fire and water. Zhao Jiadi has always regarded it as a protracted war.

So when Zhao Jiadi occasionally mocks himself as a weather - beaten man with a story, Sparrow, Leopard and these very close buddies definitely nod vigorously.

"God, send a Sister Lin to me!" On a secluded yet wide street in the school district, Zhao Jiadi roared crazily. In TS, this guy could at least see some female creatures that could arouse some amorous thoughts. But in Shanghai, Sparrow hadn't established a stronghold in Fudan yet, and the girls that Han Ling might help find probably wouldn't be very reliable. At first glance, there weren't many attractive girls in his own school either. It was very uncertain. So Zhao Jiadi, who was still a pure virgin, was getting anxious.

Then he burst out laughing wildly on the empty road, feeling thoroughly exhilarated.

However, when he passed a bus stop, he broke out in a cold sweat when he noticed a beautiful girl sitting beside a sculpture with a dumbfounded look on her face. She had a horrified expression as if she regarded him as a lunatic and a pervert. When she saw that Zhao Jiadi had also noticed her, as if afraid of being raped and then killed to silence her, she quickly picked up a stack of books and was about to retreat. Perhaps because she was in a hurry and her legs were a bit sore from waiting for the bus for a while, she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground in a very unladylike manner. Zhao Jiadi felt extremely guilty. Zhao Jiadi, who would always give up his seat to the elderly on the bus, was truly a socialist five - good youth growing up under the red flag. So he immediately stopped his bike and prepared to ask courteously if she needed any help. It would have been okay if he hadn't stopped. But the moment she saw him get off the shabby bicycle, the girl's face turned deathly pale. After struggling to get up, she started to trot. However, the minor abrasions that were not serious after the fall became very painful when she was running. The delicate girl, who had not experienced much hardship, had her eyes turn red and started to cry as she ran.

Zhao Jiadi panicked at the sight, thinking that he had really done something to the girl. At first, he knew that she didn't regard him as a good person, so he didn't dare to get too close after getting off the bike. Originally, he just wanted to make a symbolic inquiry. However, seeing her limping away as if she had encountered a flasher or a groper on the train, with tears streaming down her face, it was estimated that she was in great pain. After parking his bicycle beside the bus stop, Zhao Jiadi made a dash and caught up with the desperate - looking girl in the blink of an eye. His excellent rational thinking as a science student immediately emerged. Without any nonsense, he immediately presented his student ID and ID card with both hands and said seriously, "I'm not a bad person."

The girl is not stunningly beautiful. Her face can only be described as delicate and gentle. She is about 1.65 meters tall, and her figure is not an exaggerated S - shape. However, a preliminary visual inspection shows that she is more in line with the taste of those with a beautiful - leg fetish. Under the tie - dyed small floral dress are a pair of very delicate calves, and she is wearing a pair of simple canvas shoes. For Zhao Jiadi, this is a girl who won't make a man want to strike up a conversation at first glance, but she is very attractive and belongs to the high - quality potential stock that is very suitable for cultivation, just like Zijin Mining, which he has been focusing on since 2003. One day, she will burst out with her potential.

The girl took the student ID and ID card that Zhao Jiadi forced into her hands but didn't look at them. She was still in a state of panic, with confusion and trance in her beautiful eyes. In the evaluation of Zhao Jiadi, a senior otaku, she was not a princess - like girl who could be trained to be a tsundere queen, but more like a beautiful girl next door for a childhood sweetheart. However, although Zhao Jiadi was calm inside, he couldn't help but be drenched in sweat on his face. A small part of it was because he had ridden the bike too hard. Who told him to treat a bicycle like a Maserati GT? But more of it was because of his uneasiness. He didn't even dare to wipe the sweat for fear of scaring her and making her mistakenly think that he had ulterior motives.

The two of them faced off for a few minutes. Zhao Jiadi didn't move an inch, just like the bronze statue beside the bus stop.

Finally, the girl came to her senses. She looked at Zhao Jiadi's student ID, a little surprised, and also relieved. She stopped crying and smiled. She returned both the documents to Zhao Jiadi, wiped her tears gracefully like a lady, and said softly, "We are in the same school and the same college."

Zhao Jiadi felt an overwhelming sense of shame. Before the official classes even started, he had already made an extremely bad impression on a girl in the same college. It was really a case of "defeated before the battle even began". He awkwardly forced a smile, filled with guilt. He had thought that he was the only one on this street, so he had let himself go a bit. He hadn't expected there to be a timid and well - behaved girl.

"I'm just too timid. I was coaxed by my friends to watch a lot of horror movies during the summer vacation. I just came out from a classmate's place at the Second Military Medical University today and did some random shopping and bought some books. I'm really bad with directions. I thought I could walk back by myself, but I got lost. I was waiting for the bus here, and my mind was full of horror movie scenes, and then you showed up." The girl said with a red face.

"Then let me take you back. I'm really good at riding a bike. I could ride a very big bike when I was in the first grade of primary school." Zhao Jiadi volunteered himself.

The girl was obviously hesitating. Although she had already removed Zhao Jiadi from the terrorist blacklist, she had never ridden on a boy's bicycle in her life, and always felt it was too awkward and presumptuous.

"There's a meeting in our college at 7 o'clock. Are you going to keep waiting?" Zhao Jiadi smiled, and finally he could wipe the sweat with peace of mind.

The girl nodded and followed him towards the bicycle. Zhao Jiadi walked very slowly.

After letting her sit on the back seat, Zhao Jiadi also rode very slowly. His computational ability and logical thinking had always been good. He moved forward at a constant speed that made the girl feel safe without having to hold his waist. It would take 24 minutes to reach the school from here. He didn't think much about it, because he had been used to carrying people on an oversized bicycle since he was a child. Wang Banjin loved it most when he took her for random rides in the southern part of Luannan County during the summer vacation. That crazy woman, who was beautiful to an extreme level aside from her crazy personality, always urged Zhao Jiadi to catch snakes and birds. So Zhao Jiadi didn't feel that carrying a girl was anything out of the ordinary. However, after slowly getting back to school, the girl sitting behind him was obviously rather shy about the glances that occasionally regarded them as a couple. For Zhao Jiadi, a pseudo - otaku who was rather good at having fun in his own world, he still quite enjoyed this kind of glances.

"Thank you. I'll get off." The girl said with a flushed face, quietly tugging at Zhao Jiadi's T - shirt, looking very fresh and pure.

Zhao Jiadi stopped the bike, scratched his head, and said nothing. He even forgot to ask her name, and she didn't say it either. They just went their separate ways like this, remaining silent all the way. Zhao Jiadi pursed his lips and returned to the dormitory building. He didn't plan to attend that rigid and stereotypical meeting where the college leaders would give a speech. When he got back to the dormitory, Ma Xiaotiao and the other two had already gone to the teaching building. So Zhao Jiadi turned on the computer and habitually studied the trend of the stock market. Since he had a wireless network card, he wasn't worried about the regulations that freshmen were not allowed to bring computers and open ports.

He boiled some water, took out a can of tea from the drawer, got a cup, and made a cup of Anxi Tieguanyin. He liked to drink strong tea. He wasn't addicted to coffee or cigarettes, but he had a rather big tea addiction. The tea can was ordinary, but the Anxi Tieguanyin inside, which was from an old tea farmer, was such a great thing that even Zhao Sanjin coveted it. It was still the private stock of Zhao Jiadi's grandmother, the old Buddha of the Zhao family. Only Zhao Jiadi had this kind of treatment in this regard. However, although the tea was a top - grade product that was priceless, Zhao Jiadi was very wasteful when making tea. He threw the tea leaves into a cheap cup bought from the supermarket and just poured the boiling water in perfunctorily. In the past, at home, the fairy - like sister who had lived in the Zhao family as a child bride - in - law for 27 years would handle such trivial matters for him. So Zhao Jiadi had always been a guy who didn't bother about trifles.

Drinking the top - grade Tieguanyin tea, he stared intently at the computer screen. It was hard to imagine that this was an otaku who was as interested in and excited by numerous complicated and headache - inducing financial derivatives as he was by porn stars. Wang Banjin once joked that options were Zhao Jiadi's legal wife, futures were his mistress, forwards were his concubine, and swaps were his paramour.

Zhao Sanjin, who made his fortune by getting something for nothing, hired several elites from Hong Kong to teach Zhao Jiadi during the summer vacation. When it came to the financial derivatives part, Zhao Jiadi, who occasionally looked for a reference book in the study, listened to their boastful talk for more than ten minutes. Then he said, "The CAPM and APT theories as you understand them are rubbish. The hedging, difference and binomial tree of pricing mathematical modeling are not done in your way either. It's meaningless for you to deceive Zhao Sanjin with a bunch of jargon. You can't get a cent out of his pocket. It's more reliable to talk to this illiterate about sauna to get close to him than to talk about the first - passage time of Brownian motion with him."

A group of brilliant financial prodigies with glorious halos were dumbfounded on the spot. They looked at the young figure and exchanged glances. Zhao Sanjin, who loved to spend money on being arty, burst out laughing heartily and unrestrainedly.