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Su Yan smiled. "Do you raise Tibetan Mastiffs? If you do, I'll tell you."

"Tch, only if I could afford one!" Brother Fei shook his head regretfully. Tibetan Mastiffs ate far too much; ordinary people simply couldn't bear the expense of raising one. He could only envy them in his heart.

"You said you wanted to buy War God a wife, so I spent several months asking around for you. The previous owner wouldn't sell her, but now his wife is sick and urgently needs money for medical treatment, so he's willing to part with her. Su Yan, do you know how much an adult Tibetan Mastiff costs? This isn't buying a puppy—don't even mention twenty or thirty thousand. Really, why buy him a wife? When he goes into heat, it'd be more cost-effective to breed him directly. I'm not trying to criticize you, but you really are extravagant."

Su Yan stroked War God and said, "It isn't as simple as breeding. War God has no companion and gets lonely by himself. It'll be different once he has a wife. Don't you think so, War God?"

War God let out a low howl, rubbing his lion-like head affectionately against Su Yan.

Brother Fei said enviously, "It's a nice idea, but money's what matters. Fine, it's your money to spend. I'm just jealous, envious, and green with envy. Come on, War God. Let's go see your future wife."

War God seemed to understand. He calmly and proudly followed Brother Fei's footsteps. His wife was right before his eyes; she wasn't going anywhere! As a grown man, he couldn't seem too impatient or childish.

After turning two corners, War God finally saw the wife he had been longing for.

His wife was taking a walk by the river, quietly watching the flowing water with lonely, melancholy eyes.

War God's heart burned. He instinctively felt that his wife was waiting for someone—waiting for him! Waiting for him to save her.

In the end, War God could not contain his impatience. He rushed toward his wife with swift strides. She jumped in fright, then glared at him with angry, coquettish indignation.

Su Yan did not go over. Brother Fei asked curiously, "Aren't you going to take a look yourself?"

"No need. As long as War God likes her."

"You're really decisive. You don't even inspect the goods when you buy something." Brother Fei sighed. "Whatever you say. Let's go inside and discuss the price."

Su Yan turned back and gave War God a thumbs-up, willingly spending a hefty sum to buy a second Tibetan Mastiff.

Su Yan headed back that very day and saw many people wearing masks along the streets. The flu mentioned in the news was becoming more and more serious. That spring was a frightening one.

War God: The flu epidemic is getting worse and worse. I was planning to travel, but now I don't even dare leave the house.

Rock: Just bear with it. It's good not to run around. What do you think War God's wife should be called?

War God: Bai Jingjing!

Rock: ...Does Bai Jingjing like human-beast romance? If she does, I don't mind.

War God: Screw you!

Rock: I've decided. Her name is Godslayer.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan, Yan Yan, you can't keep wasting your life on things like this. If you turn into a spoiled wastrel, you'll be beyond saving. One fake lion was enough—what's the point of buying them one after another? And these fakes wasted over a hundred thousand yuan! Over a hundred thousand! Yan Yan, you've fallen."

"Do you remember that piece of jade at the jade market? It's been waiting for you to buy it!"

Su Yan scratched his ear and replied carelessly, "No rush. I'll buy it back someday."

"When will that someday be?"

Su Yan yawned. "Someday."

"Spoiled wastrel! Fallen youth! Heaven will punish you!"

War God was very happy. The newlywed couple were inseparable. The entire forest was their playground. Ever since getting a wife, War God had forgotten Su Yan. Before, whenever Su Yan was in the space, War God would obediently stay by his side. Now, he only obediently stayed by his wife's side.

Su Yan was deeply depressed, while someone else was very happy.

"Hehehehe, heaven is watching!"

As soon as the Lantern Festival passed, school officially began, and closed-campus management was introduced. Every student wore a school badge. After school, they lined up one by one like elementary school students to wait for inspection. Only day students could leave campus.

Su Yan was still a day student, but Liang Kui had been forced into the dormitory by Mother Liang.

"Ah, I'm dying!" After spending one night in the dormitory, Liang Kui sprawled over his desk with a haggard face and bloodshot eyes, howling and pounding the desk with loud bangs.

Su Yan leisurely spun his pen and asked carelessly, "What's wrong?"

Liang Kui roared, "Heaven is unfair! Why the hell do I have to live in a dorm? Why the hell should I live in a dorm? Why the hell am I the one who has to live in a dorm? My mom doesn't love me anymore! She shoved me into a pit of fire, do you know that? She and Old Ma colluded to force me into prison, do you know that? That dorm isn't even thirty square meters! There's only one desk in that dorm! There's nowhere to pee and nowhere to bathe! At night, I have to wander the dark hallways just to take a leak!"

"...Just bear with it." Su Yan blinked.

Liang Kui said resentfully, "There are twelve beds in that dorm, and twelve men living in it, do you know that? One fart stinks up all thirty square meters! I couldn't sleep all night!"

"...Try to fart less in the future." Su Yan calmly comforted him.

Liang Kui furiously flipped the desk over. His voice boomed like a bell as he pointed at Su Yan in rage. "I'm not the one farting!"

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The devastated Liang Kui muttered complaints without end. Even during evening self-study, he secretly tattled to Su Yan.

"You're the class monitor. You have an obligation to manage the dorm's hygiene. Wang Fugui has athlete's foot, and he doesn't wash his socks after changing them. He piles them all under his bed. Do you know how filthy and smelly that is? You have to go talk to him and make him wash his socks!"