How Many Girlfriends Do You Have, Exactly?

Li Wei's head was buzzing—not from the impact of Lin Baici's words, but because he couldn't understand how they could have gone to college in Haijing for the same year and still ended up so far apart.

Was the food at Haijing Institute of Technology more nourishing?

Should I go hang out with Xiao Bai more often from now on, and eat a few more meals in the Haijing Institute of Technology cafeteria?

In the pavilion in the residential complex, a group of old men were playing Chinese chess. Every time one of them made a move, he slapped the piece down on the board with a sharp crack. It was hard to tell whether they were trying to draw attention or build up their presence.

Lin Baici entered Unit 2 of Building 6, and the light immediately dimmed.

It was an old residential complex with no elevator. Even the stairs were made of concrete, and years of neglect had left them cracked and uneven, with chunks broken off in many places.

The stairwell was narrow to begin with, and some people had put shoe cabinets, cardboard boxes, trash cans, and other odds and ends there, making it even more cramped.

Lin Baici dragged his suitcase up to the fourth floor. Looking at the brownish-red security door of Apartment 402, he felt a warm familiarity wash over him. It was shabby, but even the "Fu" character on the door, one corner of which had peeled up, looked comforting.

Lin Baici pressed down the lifted corner of the character, then took out his key and opened the door.

It was past five. Mom probably hadn't gotten off work yet!

Just as he'd expected!

The apartment was quiet when he opened the door.

Lin Baici bent down, took a pair of slippers