Reality, however, could never compare to the movies.
Jiang Xiao wanted to sit with the female college student too.
But instead, he was next to an old man who had fallen asleep in an extremely uncomfortable position, snoring like thunder, drool trickling onto his unkempt beard.
Two words to sum it all up: Disgusting!
Next to the old man was a middle-aged man, probably his son, clutching a thermos and nodding off.
Across from Jiang Xiao sat a countrywoman.
She wore the kind of socks that come twenty pairs for ten yuan, her calloused feet resting on the wooden table as she brazenly cracked sunflower seeds.
The other two were her husband and likely their son.
Damn this to hell...
Jiang Xiao's head felt like it was swelling from the stench.
Just sitting here was torture enough.
What about the rules?
But the pressing matter was to quickly find the rules, so he could pull Shi Shi out of there.
Hmm?
