The first friend you make will influence your social circle in the future.

  There is a decisive difference between university and high school. That is, I got unprecedented absolute complete freedom without any obstacles. In other words, after entering the university, I became a person who was not asked about anything. It's like Mr. Tao Yuanming wrote in Peach Blossom Spring, it seems that there is such an existence that occasionally flashes in people's consciousness and then forgets. Peach Blossom Village sounds incredibly beautiful, but for those outside the fairyland, it's just a legend, an illusion, having it or not makes no difference. Although I compared myself to Peach Blossom Village, which seems arrogant, since it's the image in my mind, I think it doesn't matter.

  In my high school days, I was still a naive and romantic kid. As long as I could spend time with friends around me, playing and laughing together, I would be content. At the graduation ceremony, even listening to the leaders' clichéd speeches could bring tears to my eyes, although part of the reason was that the three-hour continuous speech was accompanied by tear-jerking music. But all this is no longer worth exploring. I clearly remember every face, voice, and breath of my high school classmates. However, after entering university, my memory declined significantly with age. In class, in clubs, the faces of people I knew were only vaguely remembered, and their specific facial features had long since melted away like cheese. The beautiful mobile phone and landline provided by my parents had little difference in effect - they were just decorations. For 4 years, the phone numbers that could be dialed from my mobile phone, excluding 110 and 120, were only 3 or 4.

  I entered the beautiful campus with a naive idea that I would make dozens of close friends and maybe even find a lifelong partner, but reality proved it to be my sad delusion. In the vast campus crowded with people, at first glance, it seemed like anyone could be a conversation partner, but in fact, starting a heart-to-heart conversation with a stranger was as difficult as swallowing potato chips and rotten bread at the same time. I realized too late that the education system of university is different from high school, without the framework of "class", classmates became ordinary crowds, the unit of crowds is unknown to be tens of thousands times larger than class, it's easier to lock onto a target in a limited range, but when this range expands infinitely to the galaxy, locking onto a target becomes dispersed near black holes, scattered and hard to aim.

  "How about we go have lunch at a noodle shop in a little while?"

  "Alright, I'm starving."

  It's been four years since I've had a conversation like this, full of student vibes. My self-description seems overly tragic, but it's actually harder to get to know someone completely than to make 100 friends. The campus is so big and strange, there are always some good people who will find me, this silent lamb.

  I and Liang Yi were classmates of the same grade. She belonged to the mathematics department, although mathematics was one of her worst subjects, but this person with a split personality insisted on staying in the math department she hated. She is the worst person I have ever met, without exception, and she is absolutely the first place winner. Dressed up in a flashy way, the color matching made even the world's top fashion designers feel unbelievable; despicable and shameless, enjoying watching others being tortured to the point of pain, with ruining others' happiness as her life goal and ideal, and fully implementing it into action. Inciting discord, after making people show their most primitive and darkest side, they start to reject and calculate each other, while she herself retreats to the side, sitting leisurely, watching the battle, savoring one episode after another of The Count of Monte Cristo, getting more and more intense. This person has always been picky about food, microwaveable food and instant noodles are her exclusive love, this kind of food that makes me not want to touch it again after eating once, this woman can eat for a whole year, and still enjoy it. This explains why she looks like a new species, with a heavy head and light feet, and born with an unpleasant anxious face. If I hadn't met Liang Yi, I believe my heart would have been more pure and beautiful.

  I met her at a club activity by chance. At that time, I was eager to expand my social circle and impulsively filled out registration forms for over 30 clubs. When I felt dizzy and my hands cramped up as I wrote, just wanting to give up, the sudden cold wind blowing from beside me immediately brought me back to my senses.

  There's something about this woman that doesn't feel right. I inadvertently glanced at her a few more times, and she coquettishly swept aside the hair covering her face. I thought her true appearance would leave me stunned, but after all, not everything can be as beautiful as Lushan Mountain. Has this woman been living in an underground room for years to end up looking like this?

  "My name is Liang Yi, from the math department." She spoke softly, and I felt a little guilty. But soon, my emotions were worn away by her exceptionally refined character. As a freshman in college, I was like a blank sheet of paper, clean and bright, but this sheet of paper became dirty and crumpled the moment I met this woman.

  If I had to say it, this woman is a devil, a genuine devil.

  The pollution she brought to my mind in a year and a half during the four years of college is immeasurable. If there was something called "Mind Pollution Indicator" in this world, it would never be on my shopping list, I really can't bear to read the calculation result it presents.

  "Hey~~? Ah ha, I was having dinner with friends, oh oh, it's a girl, a GIRL!"

  "Is it that one again who's in class with you?"

  "It's really annoying, always calling me."

  How many times this conversation has been repeated, I'm too lazy to remember, but I'm sure that the woman is hypocritical and enjoys it. One of the amazing things about her is that her ordinary appearance and terrible personality have attracted many lustful men, with countless men using various media to attack her with gold, silver, and jewels, even using extreme tactics to win her heart. What's frightening is that she treats these disgusting men as trophies in her life, filled with love, and gives herself the title of "pure and lovely woman". I don't intend to refute her argument, nor do I have the strength to, I keep reminding myself not to be jealous of others' rich lives, can't I just live my own life well?

  However, reality always turns my motto into a mess. If the easy-going is the dark witch who dominates the West, then the one who controls the East will be another big villain who blocks my life timeline from rolling smoothly.

  Liáng Chén is one year junior to me and Liang Yi, a fellow student from the sociology department. Her appearance reminds me of the Homo Erectus in the video tapes we watched in our archaeology class.

  Sapiens, to sum it up in one sentence, is very primitive, no, should be indigenous. Of course, such hurtful words I would not say out loud, and the derogatory thoughts only lingered in my mind for a moment, I believe my strong spirit can still withstand the invasion of all kinds of dark substances.

  This girl's characteristic lies in the frequent changes of her voice, sometimes sounding like a middle-aged woman's nagging tone, and sometimes like a pre- or post-pubescent child's voice. Although either tone has enough power to penetrate three cement walls, I still decided to turn down the volume slightly for the health of my ears.

  The moment she arrived, I immediately thought of that evil smile of Liang Yi. Liang Chen and Liang Yi have a similar charm, they both seem to be deeply indulged in their own world, with self-confidence reaching an all-time high. This is the common "work" shared by the two, the difference lies in that Liang Yi only reveals her unparalleled narcissistic tendencies when facing people close to her, while Liang Chen shines with a narcissistic glow at all times and places.

  Compared to being alone, the two "friends" I met for the first time in less than a year after entering university were even more difficult to get along with than escaping from Amazon. I felt a severe headache and gradually anticipated the various hardships that would follow, so I couldn't help but scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" —— Although I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs, I considered the eyes of the people around me and forcibly suppressed it.

  But I still accepted reality and prayed in my heart that the difficulties wouldn't be too great, and hopefully there wouldn't be eighty-one of them, amen.

  I became a true struggler between East and West.