Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

Chapter 785: Chapter 323 Isn’t It Just Singing?

Liu Shuo wasn’t much of a singer; he came just to join the fun. Sitting in the private room earlier felt boring, so he posted in the group chat, snapped a few photos of the KTV, and asked if anyone nearby wanted to hang out.

Unexpectedly, there were indeed a few familiar faces already singing at the KTV.

After all, a small county is only so big, and university students only return home for a few days.

It’s not like everyone belonged to the Xu Huai Association, but there would always be four or five people studying in Jinling who, upon returning home and chatting with friends, would surely boast about how awesome Xu Huai Association was.

The usual tales of punching school bullies and kicking shady intermediaries were already clichéd.

But the real, practical achievements of Xu Huai Association? Those were undeniably impressive.

For instance, while part-time jobs in other cities for university students still paid only eleven or twelve yuan an hour, Xu Huai Association had raised the hourly wage to around twenty yuan.

Others smoked cheap cigarettes like Daqianmen.

But Xu Huai Association members smoked Li Chun.

In this society, most young people are still broke. After graduating high school, they scatter across the country and rarely return home for a few days to reunite, sing karaoke, and drink together.

But then they see a close buddy with sudden prosperity, and curiosity sparks: “Hey, where’re you making all this money from?”

The buddy puffing on a Li Chun smirks: “What money? Just doing some part-time jobs outside.”

The comparison hits, and others immediately feel indignant. “Damn it! Why should you earn twenty yuan an hour while we slave away for eleven?”

“Why don’t we have an Xu Huai Association where we are?”

“Is Xu Huai Association really as awesome as you say?”

“Of course! Do you even know who our boss is? He’s the author of the novel *I Really Don’t Want to be Reborn*. You know him, right? A genius writer!”

“Him? I know of him!”

In one of the rooms, seven or eight guys gathered, boasting incessantly about their university life.