"Fuck, I can't take this anymore," his roommate complained, waving his military training cap. He was a little chubby, and large beads of sweat rolled down his neck. "I don't think I'm going to survive military training."
Pei Yanchuan pulled out a tissue and wiped his sweat. "Thank you so much. You're handing me guaranteed grad school admission." Sacrifice a roommate to the heavens, gain boundless power. One ascended to heaven, and the whole dorm got guaranteed admission.
His roommate laughed and took a drink of water. "Seriously, Yanchuan, aren't you tired?"
After all those years growing up and toughing it out in a crime family, this little bit of military training was nothing to Pei Yanchuan. He was just sweating a little more than usual.
"It's not too bad." Pei Yanchuan had paused when he heard what his roommate called him. He was already used to being called "Xiao Pei" or "Huzi," so hearing someone actually use his name had caught him off guard.
It was almost noon, and the sun blazed overhead. During their break, all the freshmen in military training uniforms hid in the shade of the trees.
"We'd better run fast once we're done," his roommate said, fanning himself. "The cafeteria's going to be absolutely packed."
Pei Yanchuan shook his head. "You go ahead and run. Someone's bringing me lunch."
"Ooh, who? Your girlfriend?"
Pei Yanchuan pointed toward the entrance to the sports field. "My boyfriend."
By the time his roommate turned to look, Pei Yanchuan was already running that way.
"Well, damn." His roommate wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue. "Isn't that... Ye Chu, the senior?"
Pei Yanchuan ran up to Ye Chu. He wanted to hug him, but held back when he remembered he was covered in sweat.
"Ye Chu," he