Starting from the second day after Lin Qiye arrived at the Training Camp, more and more new recruits gradually entered the camp. The once-empty dormitory buildings had quietly become nearly full.
By the morning of the third day, Lin Qiye was awakened by the commotion outside the corridor. He sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes.
"Hm? That dead fatass got up so early?" Lin Qiye glanced at the pigsty-like bed beside him and found it already empty, raising his brows in surprise.
It seemed this rich young master really was different.
After spending the past two days together, Lin Qiye had gained a preliminary understanding of Baili Pangpang. He truly was not the arrogant, overbearing type of young master. On the contrary, he seemed to be trying hard to hide his family background and disguise himself as someone from an "ordinary family," though his acting was far too terrible.
His nature wasn't bad; he was just a little dim-witted. That was Lin Qiye's initial assessment of Baili Pangpang.
Lin Qiye wasn't afraid of trouble. To some extent, he had even hoped his roommate would be some haughty, domineering bastard who picked fights with him at every turn. That way, he could beat him up with perfect justification and take over the whole room...
But instead... he was a harmless, stupid fat guy!
This stupid fat guy got along with him cheerfully every day, gave him gifts at the drop of a hat, and spoke very politely. Lin Qiye felt like he had punched a ball of cotton.
If he beat him up... his conscience wouldn't allow it. If he didn't... he really couldn't hold back whenever Baili Pangpang secretly put his feet in his face in the middle of the night.
What was most infuriating was that after Lin