At seven thirty in the morning, Qin Manjiang woke up on time.
He drew the curtains. The weather in Fu City was clear today.
He had struck while the iron was hot last night and posted the rental listing online. He wondered whether anyone would come today.
Aside from the Ghost Story Game on his phone, which could pop up at any moment, he also faced the very practical problem of making a living.
He was out of money.
Besides renting out the vacant room, he also planned to find a job.
But before that... he needed to go to the university and handle the formalities for withdrawing.
There was also something else on his mind.
The player called Green Vine had said that his university teacher looked very much like him. Although Qin Manjiang had no interest in his own origins and absolutely no desire to trace his roots or travel a thousand miles for some family reunion, he could not deny that the person who resembled him so uncannily held an innate attraction for him.
Unfortunately, Green Vine was already dead, and he had never mentioned his city or university. It would not be too difficult to investigate if Qin Manjiang wanted to-he believed Zhong Xueran could help-but it was neither necessary nor urgent.
Qin Manjiang cooked a bowl of plain noodles in water. After eating, he cleaned himself up and went out.
Fucheng University was a very good university, and the atmosphere for studying throughout the campus was also quite good.
As he remembered it, if his family had not suffered such a drastic upheaval, he would certainly have been a good student too.
This year, because the start of the semester had been delayed by two months, Fucheng University's vacation had also been pushed back