Inside the dormitory.
"Damn it, Ye Yuan, what kind of trash game did you buy? I seriously suspect the author never intended for anyone to clear it. They just made it to torture people."
A bespectacled young man in the dormitory cursed furiously at the game on his phone, his hand holding the phone trembling with anger.
"If you suck, practice more. Just don't snap my phone in half." Ye Yuan snatched the phone back and checked it over, only relaxing after confirming it was fine.
"You! Forget it, your dad won't stoop to your level. You talk like you cleared it perfectly—no, I'm still pissed. Let me play that game again for a couple rounds!"
"Get lost! There's always some son trying to become the dad."
As he spoke, Ye Yuan moved to open the dormitory door and leave.
"You going out?"
"So?"
"Dad, help me pick up my delivery."
"Tch~"
After leaving the dormitory, Ye Yuan, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, strolled along the school's main road. Greenery, potted plants, and all sorts of nameless flowers lined both sides. Although trees stood alongside the road, they did little to lessen the scorching heat of the sun overhead.
Recently, Ye Yuan had begun suffering from inexplicable spells of dizziness. The worst time had been when he was walking normally, only for his mind to suddenly go blank and for him to collapse headfirst onto the blazing pavement.
After his roommates took him to the infirmary for various examinations, the school doctor found nothing wrong with him besides a few scrapes. Since Ye Yuan could run and jump just fine after waking up, they could only attribute it to hypoglycemia.
Upon hearing that conclusion, Ye Yuan had yet to say anything when his roommate began ranting, "These school doctors