June 4, night.
Song Shuhang was suffering from insomnia. He could not sleep at all.
Perhaps it was because he would be meeting Medicine Master tomorrow, then learning the Basic Meditation Method and Body-Tempering Sword Art, and beginning the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, leaving him too excited to bear?
Or perhaps it was because of the Body Tempering Liquid. It had strengthened his body, reducing his need for sleep compared to before, and that was why he could not fall asleep?
In short, he just could not sleep.
His three roommates had long since begun snoring away, while he tossed and turned restlessly.
Even with his eyes closed, his mind remained completely clear.
He felt like he had kept his eyes shut for a long time. Yet when he opened them and checked his phone, less than five minutes had passed.
"This life is impossible." Song Shuhang sighed.
June 5, sunny, with the high temperatures continuing.
After a sleepless night, Song Shuhang inevitably looked somewhat listless. This fatigue did not come from his flesh. In fact, despite not sleeping all night, he had not felt the slightest bit of drowsiness.
It was simply that after eighteen years of living as an ordinary person, he felt spiritually listless after a sleepless night, as though he had stayed up all night.
There were four classes that morning, so Song Shuhang brought his phone along. This time, he remembered to charge it fully, lest Medicine Master be unable to reach him.
In the midst of his anticipation, the first two classes passed quickly—but Medicine Master still did not contact him.
Waiting in anticipation was the most agonizing thing. Even "days felt like years" could not describe Song Shuhang's mood at that moment.
The third class was College English.
While they were still on break, Professor Smith had already arrived early, leaning on his cane.
This meticulous old man absolutely would not allow his students to be late, and likewise would never allow himself to be late. He was strict with others, but even stricter with himself.
It was said that three days ago, his feet had become tangled in his beloved dog's leash. He had been dragged in a circle along the riverbank, his screams carrying far, far away.
The day he was discharged from the hospital, he gave his beloved dog away.
Watching the British old man, whose hair was combed with meticulous precision, Song Shuhang felt a wave of guilt rise in his heart.
According to Soft Feather, she had later given poor Professor Renshui and Professor Smith some compensation. Song Shuhang had not asked what the compensation was.
"It's such a shame that Professor Smith was discharged! I thought he'd be staying in the hospital a little longer." When Tubo saw Professor Smith, his scalp prickled.
His English grades were not very good. Combined with Professor Smith's rigid personality, the professor was exactly the type Tubo was bad at dealing with.
Tubo asked, "I'm going to relocate farther back. What about you guys, Shuhang?"
"Same. I'm relocating too." Li Yangde nodded silently.
Unlike the English underachiever Tubo, his English grades were outstanding, and he had already mastered the key points taught in class. So during English lessons, he could hide at the very back and quietly think over the program he was writing.
"I have to accompany Yayi, so I'm relocating too." The last roommate, Gao Moumou, pushed up his glasses and smiled.
Gao Moumou's surname was Gao, while his given name was Moumou. Like Tubo, his name belonged to the "definitely not their parents' biological child" school. He harbored a deep grudge against his own name.
By a strange coincidence, when he was little, he had also stolen his family's household registration booklet and run to the police station to change his name. Unfortunately, he had failed as well. After all, he was still called Gao Moumou.
Back then, he had paid a terrible price just like Tubo—indeed, an even worse one.
Tubo had only suffered his father's one-man beating. But Gao Moumou had endured a parents' mixed doubles match, leaving him wailing to the heavens and crying out to the earth, unable even to get out of bed the next day.
The Yayi he mentioned was his girlfriend—a petite, delicate girl only one meter forty-three tall. She was very cute. It was just that no one knew how Gao Moumou had been able to bring himself to do it. That girl looked practically like a middle school student, or even an elementary school student. Unless a man was a lolicon, it was truly difficult for a normal man to develop an interest in a girl with such an appearance, right?
That guy was actually a lolicon, wasn't he? That must be why he had found himself a legally adult lolita girlfriend.
"No way. Are all of you relocating?" Song Shuhang sighed. He also began tidying his textbooks, preparing to accompany his roommates.
At that moment, Tubo grinned and pressed Song Shuhang down. "Shuhang, you should stay and be a good student who listens attentively."
"?" Song Shuhang was puzzled, unable to understand what Tubo meant.
"Seize the opportunity. Haven't you always said you wanted to get a girlfriend in university?" Li Yangde whispered into Shuhang's ear. After speaking, he mischievously raised his eyebrows, wearing an expression that said, You know what I mean.
"Don't thank us. Just call us living Lei Fengs." Gao Moumou spoke coolly.
After saying that, the three roommates left one after another.
Song Shuhang was left utterly bewildered.
After a while, Song Shuhang turned his head and looked beside him, immediately rendered both amused and exasperated.
Beside him, the curvaceous girl was sitting only one seat away. When she saw Shuhang looking at her, her eyes narrowed as she revealed a sweet smile.
Those three guys had definitely misunderstood something, hadn't they?
On the other side, the three roommates had already squeezed into the very back of the classroom.
Tubo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Damn it, why is it so hot? It was obviously quite cool just now."
"You still haven't noticed?" At that moment, Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses and, possessed by the Death Elementary Student Detective, said, "It's because we've left Song Shuhang's side."
"What does that have to do with Shuhang? Can he control the weather?" Tubo fanned himself with his textbook as he mocked him.
Gao Moumou spoke mysteriously. "Of course he can't control the weather. But although I don't know why, that guy Shuhang seems to be radiating cool air. He's practically a human air conditioner. I almost started wondering if he was carrying a huge block of ice with him."
"Now that you mention it, it really does seem that way. Also, have you noticed that this guy Shuhang has gotten a lot fairer? He didn't seem this pale yesterday morning, did he? We went out looking for a place for half a day, and he got this much whiter?" Li Yangde closed his tablet computer and spoke calmly.
"Yangde, don't tell me you want to go gay? You even noticed that Shuhang's skin got whiter?" Tubo said in a strange tone.
"Tubo." The corners of Li Yangde's lips curled upward. "Do you still want the 'study videos' hidden on your computer's F drive, along with the contents of those five virtual cloud drives?"
"Brother Yangde, I was wrong." Tubo immediately dropped to his knees. Those were treasures he had painstakingly accumulated over his three years of high school. But wait... the F drive was one thing, but how had Yangde known so clearly that he had five virtual cloud drives? Damn it, was there any privacy left? You really couldn't provoke those programmer uncles.
"I wonder if this kid used some kind of skin-whitening cream? As for why he would use cosmetics... it's probably because he's in love." Gao Moumou continued speaking mysteriously, pointing at Song Shuhang and Lu Fei. "I bet one hundred... hairs! Something definitely happened between those two. I've been paying attention. During every class yesterday, Lu Fei found an opportunity to sit beside Song Shuhang."
"Sure enough, giving the two of them some private space was the right choice."
"Once it works out, Shuhang definitely has to treat us to a feast."
The three roommates secretly nodded, wearing the satisfied expressions of living Lei Fengs who had hidden their achievements and left their names unspoken.
Unfortunately, ideals were plump, while reality was bony.
Song Shuhang had no intention of getting closer to the girl. He kept checking his phone, eagerly waiting to see when Medicine Master would arrive.
His head was filled with cultivation, the Basic Meditation Method, and the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment.
At the lectern, Professor Smith was writing a string of words on the blackboard. Perhaps because he was old, despite all kinds of high-tech teaching aids in the classroom, he still preferred the primitive blackboard.
The classroom was utterly silent. Even if you disliked Professor Smith's class, you could simply lie down and sleep; he did not force everyone to listen attentively. But if anyone dared make noise and disturb his lesson, they could forget about getting their credits that semester.
Since you had been willing to attend class during university, that meant you wanted those credits. No one would make life difficult for their own credits. At worst, they could just lie down and sleep.
Crack! Bang, bang!
A succession of strange sounds suddenly rang out, particularly conspicuous in the silent classroom.
Everyone's gaze turned toward the source of the noise—the classroom door.
The lock on the originally secured door seemed to be bearing the pressure of tremendous force. One by one, the screws on the lock were being wrenched out of the wooden door.
With a crack, the lock burst apart.
It was just like someone outside had smashed the city gate open with a battering ram—the entire lock went flying off. It was outrageously dramatic!
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