Knock, knock, knock.
The knocking was quiet, but to Huo Yuhao, it sounded no different from a summons to his death.
He huddled under the covers, every hair on his body standing on end.
His eyelid twitched.
This is ridiculous.
Whoever stood outside seemed remarkably patient. After waiting a moment without a response, they knocked three more times.
Huo Yuhao drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the urge to escape through the window, and threw back the covers to get out of bed.
He dragged his feet over to the door, gripped the handle, and pulled it open a crack.
Ju Zi stood beneath the dim hallway lights, dressed in clean, simple everyday clothes.
Her expression was calm, and she even held a steaming cup of tea.
The corner of Huo Yuhao's eye twitched, and his taut nerves finally relaxed.
It was neither the overlord of the Far North nor his fiery senior.
At last, someone he could have a normal conversation with.
Seeing the relief on his face, Ju Zi's eyes curved slightly. "What's with that expression?"
She walked inside with her tea and glanced around the somewhat messy room. "I thought I might have come at a bad time."
"Your timing couldn't be better." Huo Yuhao closed the door behind her and let out a long, heavy sigh.
Ju Zi pulled over a chair and sat down, setting her cup on the table. "The tournament's over. What are your plans now?"
Her tone was sensible and gentle.
Looking at Ju Zi sitting there, Huo Yuhao couldn't help recalling Ma Xiaotao forcibly pinning him down, followed by Bing Hanxue, who had just been intent on securing mating rights.
The contrast was far too stark.
I'm just an ordinary male university student who transmigrated.
*How did I end up practically