Sunning Birds on the Windowsill

Ignoring Zhang Ming's gloating, Xian Wu walked straight to the windowsill and sat on the small stool that someone else had occupied.

It was still warm.

For some reason, his stomach felt cold.

He was wearing a cloak, so it shouldn't be this cold.

Facing the sun, Xian Wu lifted his cloak and suddenly noticed a large rip on the left side.

He knew without thinking that it was the Demon Left Hand's doing.

He had no memory of when it got damaged. Could it have been during the time he lost his memory?

He still didn't know what Hu Yan Lan Ruo had done to him.

Damn it, that tigress could erase people's memories. He'd have to be extra careful when he encountered her again.

Recalling his thoughts, Xian Wu held up his cloak and looked down at his stomach.

He didn't realize the extent of it until he looked, and was shocked. Who the hell drew this donkey on me?!

Huh??? There's even a signature? What's their beef with me...

It must have been that little slut Hu Yan Lan Ruo who drew it!

Damn it, just you wait, I won't be a gentleman if I don't get revenge!

This is too insulting. She saw my naked body, the shameless wench. Just you wait, I'll get to see yours too.

"Xian Wu, what are you doing?" Zhang Ming sauntered over and asked.

Hastily covering himself with his cloak, Xian Wu snorted, "None of your business. You can sunbathe too if you've got the guts!"

With that, Xian Wu got up and went back to his own bed to lie down.

Zhang Ming and Zhu Jun Xiang exchanged wry smiles. Xian Wu probably grew up eating gunpowder; he couldn't speak without being prickly.

However, considering he had stood up for them, neither of them intended to hold a grudge.

On the bed, Xian Wu faced the wall, his back to his roommates.

As the Demon Left Hand moved, the graffiti on his skin began to be erased bit by bit.

Xian Wu didn't know what kind of paint Hu Yan Lan Ruo had used, but his stomach felt a slight burning sensation as it was being removed.

He had never felt anything like this before.

The Demon Left Hand's method of removal was simple and crude: it directly decomposed matter into its atomic state. He shouldn't be feeling any heat.

Could the dye Hu Yan Lan Ruo used be rich in metal ions? Metal oxidation releasing heat?

The dye was silver-white, likely containing sodium or magnesium.

For some reason, amidst the burning sensation, Xian Wu fell asleep while trying to rub it off.

Hearing his soft snores, Zhang Ming and Zhu Jun Xiang consciously quieted their movements, not wanting to disturb his rest.

"Knock knock knock..."

Xian Wu was woken from his sleep by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Before he, who was closest to the door, could get up to open it, Zhu Jun Xiang had already unlatched it.

"Who are you?" Zhu Jun Xiang stood at the doorway, staring warily at the two people outside, not letting them in.

Xian Wu had offended too many people. Who knew if they were here for revenge?

Besides, he already considered Xian Wu his elder brother and couldn't stand by and watch him get into trouble.

"My name is Lu Piao, and this is Nie Li. We're Xian Wu's friends," Lu Piao explained with a smile.

Zhu Jun Xiang, still blocking the door, turned back to ask, "Xian Wu, are they your friends?"

Xian Wu actually had friends? It was unbelievable!

"Yeah, let them in," Xian Wu said, sitting up in bed and nodding.

After waking up, he had rubbed his stomach with his Left Hand. The marks left by Hu Yan Lan Ruo should have been completely removed.

The burning sensation had also disappeared.

For some reason, after waking up, Xian Wu felt exceptionally clear-headed, and his eyes seemed much brighter.

Hearing Xian Wu's words, Zhu Jun Xiang let the two in. "Hello, my name is Zhu Jun Xiang. I'm Xian Wu's roommate."

"Hello, hello," Lu Piao shook his hand.

Xian Wu frowned and asked, "What do you need me for?"

"Something good!" Lu Piao said with a cheeky grin.

Nie Li emerged from behind Lu Piao, holding a cloth bundle in his hands.

"What is it?" Xian Wu asked, confused. Could it be pants? That's what he needed most right now.

Xian Wu's guess was correct. The shopkeeper of Wang Mazi's store had given him two pairs of pants as thanks for saving his daughter.

Holding two heavy burlap trousers, Xian Wu pursed his lips.

Two cheap pairs of pants were enough to send someone away; the shopkeeper's daughter was truly worth a lot.

Oh well, it's better than nothing.

Besides, Xian Wu didn't save people for any reward.

Lu Piao sat on a small round stool and asked, "I heard you beat up some upperclassmen. Is that true?"

He and Nie Li had originally intended to go to the mess hall for a meal, but they didn't expect the place to be in chaos, with several groups fighting inside.

Upon asking, they learned it was caused by a freshman wearing a black cloak.

No need to guess, it must be Xian Wu. Not many people fit those two criteria.

Later, the situation escalated, attracting the attention of the vice-dean. All those involved in the brawl were arrested and confined.

Vice-Dean Ye Sheng even assured everyone that he would bring the culprit in the black cloak to justice.

"Who told you that? Don't wrongly accuse me; I didn't hit anyone," Xian Wu flatly denied.

He wasn't stupid enough to advertise that he had beaten people up; he was tired of living.

Coincidentally, Lu Piao and the others had brought the pants. For the time being, it was better for him not to wear the cloak.

Moreover, his left hand had damaged the cloak anyway. A large hole on the chest let in the wind, making it no longer warm.

"Cut the crap!" Lu Piao pouted. "You're the only freshman wearing a black cloak. If it wasn't you, who else could it be? Besides, Nie Li and I saw you running out of the mess hall with our own eyes. You can't deny it."

"Let's not talk about that anymore," Xian Wu changed the subject. He picked up the pants with his right hand and struggled to put them on.

"Hey guys, stop watching the monkey show and lend me a hand." Once the pants were thick, it was difficult to put them on with one hand.

Lu Piao blinked. "Brother Wu, I have a question. Why... why don't you wear underpants?"

"I'd have to have underpants first, wouldn't I? How about giving me yours?" Xian Wu retorted irritably. This kid had no idea how easy it was to talk when you were standing.

"I have some here!" Zhang Ming tossed over a brand-new yellow pair of underpants. "I'm good at many things, but especially underpants."

Xian Wu didn't stand on ceremony. He took off the thick burlap pants and put on the underpants with one hand.

Zhu Jun Xiang helped pick up the pants that had fallen under the bed and asked curiously, "Xian Wu, what's wrong with your left hand? Why aren't you using it?"

"Congenital disability, polio. Even though it looks like a normal hand, it can't exert any force. I can't grip anything."

Xian Wu wasn't lying. Anything he tried to grab with his left hand would instantly turn to powder.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Xian Wu with sympathy. Who knew how an orphaned disabled person managed to scrape together over three thousand in tuition fees.

Before Xian Wu could speak, the three of them rushed forward to help him put on his pants.

After putting on his pants, Xian Wu took off his cloak.

He didn't throw it around carelessly but spread it out on the bed board to use as a cushion.

To prevent his left hand from causing trouble, he had specifically asked the tailor to make the cloak layered like a mille-feuille when he bought it.

Spread on the bed, it was incredibly soft.

"Classes start officially tomorrow. Let's take a walk around the academy to get familiar with the classrooms. It's boring staying in the dorms," Lu Piao suggested with a yawn.

"Zhang Ming and I took a brief tour of the academy this morning, so I'll be your guide," Zhu Jun Xiang volunteered.

Zhang Ming lay on the bed, waving his hand. "I'm not going. I'm tired and want to sleep."