Those college students watching the commotion were actually cheering and jumping with excitement.

"Good!"

"Nice bite!"

"Bite that heartless man to death!"

...

The onlookers all thought that Julia Bennett was stunningly beautiful, and when she cried, she looked even more pitiful and lovable. In their minds, she was the victim and the weaker party, while the boy wearing sunglasses was naturally the heartless man.

"Bah, Chen Shimei!"

"What kind of good student wears sunglasses? He looks like a thug. It's such a pity for such a pretty girl."

"Since ancient times, beauties have had tragic fates."

Some parents who had come with their children to register took the opportunity to warn them: "See that? That's what happens when you date too early. You'd better study hard in college and no dating allowed!"

Now, even Chris Brooks didn't dare take off his glasses, and he even decided never to wear these clothes again, afraid that the reputation of "the scumbag at the bus station" would follow him throughout his college life. How could he have any fun then?

But Julia Bennett was ultimately not very strong, and Chris Brooks had thick skin. Even though her jaw was sore from biting, Chris Brooks's arm didn't bleed—just two deep rows of teeth marks that wouldn't fade for a while.

Brian Foster was in a daze the whole time. He couldn't understand why the goddess of Gangcheng No.1 High School would do something like bite someone in public. But thinking about it another way, maybe Chris Brooks was just too infuriating.

Once an angry person finds a way to vent, their anger gradually subsides. When Julia Bennett was biting, she felt furious beyond reason, but once she calmed down, she herself found it hard to believe, especially with so many people watching. Her heart started pounding.

Looking at the bite marks on Chris Brooks's arm, Julia Bennett also felt guilty. Chris Brooks had every right to find a girlfriend—why did she get so angry?

"Xiao Chen..."

Julia Bennett looked up with tears in her eyes, not knowing whether she should apologize or say something else.

Unexpectedly, Chris Brooks stared at her for a while, then actually smiled: "Are you done being angry?"

Julia Bennett shook her head at first, then quickly nodded. Brian Foster hurried to smooth things over: "It's fine, it's fine, let's get out of the station first."

Brian Foster took the initiative to carry most of the luggage, Chris Brooks also took quite a bit, and Julia Bennett just carried a small bag. The three of them left under the gaze of many onlookers.

With the male and female leads leaving, the crowd quickly dispersed, and the bus station returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

Outside the station was a complicated four-way intersection and an overpass. Seeing the endless stream of vehicles, Brian Foster and Julia Bennett immediately got lost, so they could only follow Chris Brooks.

Brian Foster was a bit more honest after all. Worried that something else might go wrong, he tentatively asked, "Xiao Chen, where are we going now?"

"To have lunch. Aren't you hungry?" Chris Brooks replied.

"Then let's go to Changshou Lake Park this afternoon. We can't just leave Julia behind," Brian Foster urged.

Chris Brooks rubbed the teeth marks on his arm and put on a show: "We can let her join us for a bit."

Brian Foster was very happy to hear that. He turned to Julia Bennett and said, "See, Xiao Chen agreed to go together."

Julia Bennett smiled at first, but then felt a bit sad. She looked up at Chris Brooks's back. This show-off had just passed the Changshou Lake Park Visitor Center and even spent 10 yuan on a paper fan.

He walked along fanning himself, wearing sunglasses, striding with flair—doing whatever made him happy.

"Ha, men!"

Julia Bennett sighed inwardly. Chris Brooks used to care so much about her, but ever since she rejected him that time, she could clearly feel her importance in his heart plummeting.

Now, you could say, she barely had any place in his heart at all.

Eighteen-year-old Julia Bennett was witnessing Chris Brooks's ruthlessness and coldness for the first time. She thought today was already the bottom line, but in fact, it was just the beginning...

Chapter 11: Tales from the Train Station

They had lunch at a tavern by Changshou Lake. It was only about twenty square meters, with two sets of slightly worn redwood tables and chairs in the hall, and the decor was simple and rustic.

The best part was, when you looked up, you could see the shimmering waters of Changshou Lake, the tide gently lapping at the shore, "splash, splash," creating a very leisurely atmosphere.

At first, Julia Bennett was puzzled as to why Chris Brooks had taken them such a long way around, but now she felt the place was peaceful and comfortable—she just wondered how the food would taste.

"Xiao Chen, how did you know there was a restaurant here?"

Brian Foster also thought the environment was nice, but the owner wasn't friendly at all. When he saw customers, he didn't even bother to bring a menu—just glanced at them and started cooking.

"What a strange place," Brian Foster muttered again.

Julia Bennett and Brian Foster had never seen a place like this, but Chris Brooks knew that in a decade or so, this would become a famous private kitchen restaurant by Changshou Lake.

What is a "private kitchen"? It means they only serve one table of guests per night, and you have to book at least two months in advance.

Chris Brooks couldn't be bothered to explain. He stood up and walked to the back kitchen. At this time, the tavern owner hadn't yet developed the private kitchen concept, so the kitchen was open for anyone to enter.

"Smoke?"

Chris Brooks offered a Red Jinling cigarette. The middle-aged owner was cooking, looked up at Chris Brooks, silently took the cigarette, but didn't smoke it—just placed it on the rack.