A few days later.
Jiangcheng University, Dorm Room 517 in the men's dormitory.
The atmosphere today was somewhat strange—one could even call it hair-raising.
At this hour, the dorm would normally have been filled with Xue Tao's roaring as he played games.
But today, it was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.
Wang Haoran huddled on his bunk with review materials in hand, but his eyes kept drifting toward the opposite side of the room.
Chu Mingzhe wore an expression like he was badly constipated as he sat in his chair, clearly wanting to speak but holding himself back.
Both of them were focused on the figure on the balcony.
Xue Tao.
The unlucky guy who had been getting his balls fixed at the hospital a few days ago was now sitting upright on a small stool on the balcony. Holding a thick copy of College English CET-4 Vocabulary, he faced away from the dorm like an old monk deep in meditation.
"Abandon... abandon..."
Although his pronunciation carried a strong River City accent, his seriousness was entirely genuine.
He had maintained that posture and memorized words for a full half hour already!
Before that, he had actually spent two uninterrupted hours at his desk reviewing advanced mathematics.
Was this really the Xue Tao who would scroll Douyin after reading for five minutes, go to the bathroom after ten, and complain about being hungry after half an hour?
His ADHD had apparently been cured.
"Old Wang, do you think..."
Lowering his voice, Chu Mingzhe leaned toward Wang Haoran and solemnly pointed at the balcony. "Could Brother Tao have been possessed by something nasty at the hospital?"
Wang Haoran nodded. "Very possible. Is there some medical explanation for that? Like, after a certain body part suffers severe trauma, the