That evening, when Wang Xiaoliang came out of the shower, Wei Zijin was propped against the headboard, scrolling on her phone.
He was drying his hair with a towel and had just sat on the edge of the bed when Wei Zijin thrust her phone in front of his face.
"Look!"
Wang Xiaoliang took it. It was a video of Li Xiude holding a microphone, frozen by Wei Zijin's pressure-point strike.
Wei Zijin leaned over and dragged the progress bar back a little, releasing his pressure points.
Li Xiude's voice came from the phone.
"...This Three-Wash Pavilion belongs exclusively to me and my brother Wang Xiaoliang. Yes, that big internet celebrity, Tang Heihu. Back then, he personally wrote the name Three-Wash Pavilion and set me on my journey of Daoist cultivation. Sanmu means cleansing the body, cleansing the mind, and purifying the soul. How wonderful. Thank you to my genius roommate, and thank you, Wang Xiaoliang. It's just a shame he couldn't come today. He's such a good man. When I left back then, he gave me his entire living allowance, two thousand yuan. A few days ago, I brought two hundred thousand to pay him back, but he only kept two thousand. Tell me, isn't a friend like that someone you can trust completely, someone you can be friends with for life?"
Applause thundered through the video.
Li Xiude paused before continuing, "So I owe my success to Wang Xiaoliang's guidance. For most people, success comes from getting an opportunity that lets them soar. Everyone here is one of Jiang University's finest. Those who haven't succeeded simply lack an opportunity. Now that I've succeeded, I'm willing to give back to society and serve as a guide to those fellow alumni who lack that opportunity."
Another round of applause.
Wang