"Ah... oh." Despite all his questions, Zhao Sifang took the hint when he heard Qin Siyang's dismissive response and did not press him further. He scratched his head, then turned and left.
Qin Siyang gave Wen Shu another apologetic smile, then hurriedly shut the door and could not help cursing, "Is there something wrong with Zhao Sifang's brain?!"
But the Doom Octopus carcass smelled too foul for him to keep eating.
He picked up his phone and dialed the front desk. Once the call connected, he lowered his voice and fought back his nausea. "Hello, someone just ate Durian Intestine and Stinky Tofu Stew, and the hallway reeks. Could you send someone to spray some air freshener?"
The young woman at the front desk clearly had not expected anyone to eat something like that. She paused, then asked politely, "May I ask whether the guest brought this 'Durian Intestine and Stinky Tofu Stew' in themselves? Our kitchen doesn't serve that dish... Sorry, would you like your room cleaned?"
"No! My room's fine! You don't need to come in! It's just the hallway that smells!" Qin Siyang immediately interrupted. He did not want anyone else smelling what was inside his room. "Please take care of it quickly. Thanks."
"Of course. We'll send someone over right away."
After hanging up, he rubbed his temples and slumped on the sofa, muttering to himself, "I need to ask Professor Hao for some deodorizing pharmaceuticals. Otherwise, before I even finish one Doom Octopus, word that I cook and eat shit might spread all over the Southern Glory Campus."
He had spent the entire day running around, activated double Origin Violence several times, and then sat through three hours of intense mental exertion in Zhao Longfei's office. He was already utterly exhausted. Now he felt completely