Death Rate and Disease Rate
A vast stretch of ruins had been cleared away, the ground leveled anew, and then simple houses were constructed one after another through the combined efforts of numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Zhang Yu was assigned to a six-person room. The moment he carried his luggage inside, he saw a white-haired student named Che Yufei, along with a Demon Descendant student whose face was covered in thick mane-like hair.
Seeing Zhang Yu appear, Che Yufei smiled. "First year? I'm Che Yufei, sixth year."
He then pointed at the Demon Descendant beside him. "This is Shi Yunxiang, fourth year."
As he spoke, Che Yufei stuffed a large handful of Dao Heart Buffer Capsules toward Zhang Yu. "Want some?"
Zhang Yu shook his head and smiled. "This stuff is too easy to get dependent on. I don't really take it."
Although he possessed an unbelievably strong tolerance for medicine, Zhang Yu had always rarely used Dao Heart buffering drugs.
Che Yufei paused slightly and gave Zhang Yu a strange look. He had apparently never expected a university student—especially a Civil Engineering Department student—to not take the stuff.
Shi Yunxiang grabbed the buffer capsules from Che Yufei's hand and swallowed them. Then, in the tone of someone speaking from experience, he advised, "Kid, when I was a first-year, I thought just like you did. I thought I'd suffered so much in high school that nothing could scare me afterward!"
"Ha..."
He sneered, feeling a burst of stimulation from the buffer capsules in his brain, and said comfortably, "But once the project officially starts, you'll understand that all that hardship and exhaustion from high school doesn't amount to anything at university!"
"If you don't take some of this stuff, you really won't be able to endure it!"
Zhang Yu did