Chapter 289

He downed his beer in one gulp, his eyes already somewhat unfocused. He still had so much to say. Or rather, there was a reason why he hadn't completely given up despite the collapse of his dignity, the devastation of having his efforts denied, or the overwhelming sense of powerlessness. He wasn't alone now. He still had someone he needed to fight for, someone to bring him a better life and future. After such a devastating blow, Xia Yan had relied on her to get through it all. One sleepless night, Xia Yan suddenly understood the meaning of "lifeline." She was his last remaining connection. That's why Xia Yan didn't want Gu Xin Hua to know these things, to worry her. Hearing Hua Xin stop answering and her breathing become even, Xia Yan slowly stood up. This was the first time he'd drunk with Hua Xin; her alcohol tolerance was really low. Xia Yan gently lifted Hua Xin's arm, intending to put her on his neck and carry her away while she slept, but his gaze inadvertently fell on a string of protruding things on her right hand. He looked at the mask she always wore. He stopped moving, put down Hua Xin's arm, and sat down on the bench. Xia Yan remembered that Hua Xin had said she was ugly and had burn scars. He didn't look at the jewelry on Hua Xin's hands. His hands were trembling. At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight gently shone down, illuminating this dark place. The girl in Xia Yan's sight was sleeping soundly. 224. At the end of October, the weather was getting cooler. He opened his eyes somewhat groggily. Normally, his phone alarm should be ringing wildly by now, but if it wasn't ringing, it meant it wasn't ringing. That is to say, there was no Morning Eight O'Clock Class. today!! But sometimes there is another possibility. Thinking of this, Mu Feng closed his eyes again with peace of mind, crossed his arms in front of his chest, as if preparing to fall back asleep. A world without alarm clocks was the world he wanted. But despite his drowsy state, the lingering concern that had been hidden in his heart still surfaced at an inopportune time. Mu Feng, his eyes half-open, felt a slight clarity dispel his drowsiness. His voice, a little hoarse, asked the person living opposite him, "Xiang Guan, have you done Old Man Wang's homework?" "What's the rush... Didn't they say it's due next Thursday? There's still plenty of time, I'll sleep a little longer..." Xiang Guan grumbled twice, reluctantly turning over and pulling the thin blanket over himself again, his exposed arm muscles clearly visible in the air. Although his love life was going poorly, his studies were failing, and his Nine Dragon Power seemed bleak, for a genuine weightlifter who relied solely on his own strength to build muscle, none of those things mattered as much as the muscles he gained through his daily unpalatable fitness meals and chicken breast, and the endless sweat and protein. The Xiao Ling incident was still fresh in his mind. What bullshit love?! It's all a lie! "zzzzz..." Mu Feng forgot the beginning and the end, only remembering the last part. "Sleep a little longer." Hearing the response change from human speech to snoring, Xiang Guan's eyelids drooped, and he too drifted off into a deep sleep. The dimly lit dormitory once again echoed with the even sound of breathing, peaceful and serene. Such a beautiful and harmonious scene seemed especially rare in the dormitory at this moment. After all, they were usually either bickering or engaging in fierce physical combat, but as a shut-in, Mu Feng was usually the one who got knocked down by Xiang Guan with a single punch. It could be said that sleeping was their most peaceful time. A rare, beautiful time... The entire morning vanished inexplicably, and Mu Feng and Xiang Guan, deep in sleep, were completely unaware of the preciousness of time. As the saying goes, retribution may be delayed, but it will come. Mu Feng, vaguely sensing something, struggled painfully to open his eyelids. A burning sensation in his throat made it hard to breathe, and the unusual discomfort forced him to slowly open his eyes. His hands groped haphazardly for the round, long, narrow-at-the-top-wide-at-the-bottom thing that could release some unknown liquid and was both hot and cold. "Glug glug glug..." "Ah..." Feeling the cool, sweet taste slide down his throat, Mu Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh. After quenching his thirst, he smacked his lips, then sat there blankly, touching his messy, bird's-nest-like hair. The empty Farmer's Three Fists drink was casually tossed at the foot of the bed, waiting for a chance kick to send it crashing to the floor with a heart-pounding sound. You know, guys are always extra careful about their hair's shape, regardless of whether anyone's around; it's an innate, special reaction. But at this moment, Mu Feng felt like a lion just awakened, his messy hair transformed into a stylish, tousled style, resembling Sasuke Uchiha—cool yet elegant. Mu Feng could only say to himself, "As expected of me!" He glanced with a touch of melancholy at the person opposite him still fast asleep. Clearly, having woken up first, he seemed more shrewd and capable, unlike some who were still sleeping when the sun was high in the sky. Unplugging his phone, which had been charging in the corner, Mu Feng didn't immediately turn on the screen. Instead, he used the reflection of the black screen to admire his handsome face. He even made clicking sounds as he looked at himself, seemingly quite satisfied with his still-sleepy appearance, much like that character in that movie called Hidden Man... Yan?? "I've gotten even more handsome," Mu Feng sighed, lying back down on the bed and Frost Chicken turning the black screen back on. A green icon sat quietly on the lock screen, along with several missed calls and unanswered WeChat calls. In an instant, a logical and realistic possibility connected in Mu Feng's mind. A few days ago, he had added a girl in King of Glory who only liked playing support roles and called him "brother." As a "Black Hole King of Glory player, Mu Feng naturally chose to help the weak, spending several nights in a row carrying her to the Glory of the King. Even as a hardcore otaku, he couldn't resist the girl's sweet voice and her habit of calling him "brother." Naturally, he added the green icon as well. Now that he had successfully reached the King rank, his personal charm had probably reached its peak in her eyes, right? A slight smile appeared on Mu Feng's lips, and the aura of a successful man radiated like a Saiyan bursting with energy, almost overwhelming him. So, based solely on those few photos of her Young Loli girl on her WeChat Moments and her sweet voice, she's not entirely unsuitable to be his girlfriend. To a certain extent, Mu Feng could accept and even agree to meet her in person. Sigh, sometimes being too charming is a bad thing... "It's broken!!!"Mu Feng unlocked his phone, read the explanation and notification on WeChat, and gripped it tightly with both hands. He then hurriedly checked his calendar and class schedule, and a roar that echoed throughout the house spread like Lion's Roar Skill. The person sleeping nearby was naturally also burning with rage.