Who Was Singing?

Chu Chu was a beauty in herself, but when she walked into the group of senior female students from the Medical Department, she was completely overshadowed.

When she turned around, she saw a strange scene.

Nuonuo squinted her big eyes happily, and Mu Fan stared at Nuonuo excitedly.

As for the two clowns behind them... they both had expressions of heartache on their faces.

"Nuonuo, what's wrong with you guys?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing. The two of them want to join your Medical Department. As for Great Bear, he just said he was going shopping." Wang Nuonuo waved her hand smugly.

Yeah?

Chu Chu turned her gaze over, and Mu Fan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

It's more real than real gold!

"Someone as awesome as me was assigned to the Microelectronics Department? You could have assigned me to Finance Major, or even Medical Department! I can learn it on my own!" The White Hair guy grumbled and walked out of the registration area reluctantly.

He kept turning back to look at himself, his eyes even more pitiful than the fat man's.

Only Fatty and White Hair are left.

"Where to next?" Mu Fan asked the two of them.

The fat man was still reeling from the shocking scene he had just witnessed; all he could think about were the beautiful women's every smile and gesture.

"I don't need it anymore. Old Gu said he went to help me with the paperwork."

"Old Gu? Little Fatty, what are you talking about?" Wang Nuonuo asked, her eyes wide.

"Huh? What did I just say? Old Gu... yeah, that guy just sneaked away!" The fat man angrily pulled out his Sky Communicator and dialed a number.

"Hey, Gu Yuan, it's not fair of you to leave me behind."

A moment of silence.

"Haha, really? My paperwork is all done. Great, I'll go get it right away! Thanks, boss." The fat man's face beamed like a chrysanthemum as he said the next sentence, which made the people around him roll their eyes at the same time.

White Hair is finding Fatty more and more pleasing to the eye now; people with this kind of unconventional thinking have potential for growth.

Fellow traveler!

Let's test it again.

"Fatty." Harry reached out and poked the chubby lower back, then turned around.

"Which infantryman do you prefer? Nine-One Weaving Sand, or Li Lihua?" the White Hair asked in a very formal tone.

The fat man was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "Isn't Li Lihua a cavalryman?"

But the next second she realized what she meant, her face turning bright red. "Damn it, what do you mean?!"

"Calm down, we'll communicate more in the future. I've made you my friend." The White Hair patted the fat man's shoulder earnestly, showing his satisfaction.

The final assessment was absolutely perfect!

The fat man looked at Mu Fan and the others with a sullen face.

The innocent Mu Fan, Wang Nuonuo, and the others looked on with curiosity. "What are you talking about? It sounds like you're having a heated discussion?"

"The application of ancient combat strategies in interstellar warfare—I didn't expect Harry to be so knowledgeable," the White Hair man said, lying without batting an eye.

The fat man nodded in agreement with a miserable expression.

"Hehe, Harry is very smart, and he has a great business sense too," Wang Nuonuo exclaimed.

Mu Fan nodded in agreement, but something still felt off.

Chu Chu's hesitant gaze lingered between the two of them.

These two don't look like good people at all!

The fat man secretly unbuttoned another button and said, "Boss Gu asked me to go and get it, and then take me to the dormitory to familiarize myself with the place. Let's arrange to meet somewhere later."

"Okay, shall we go report to work with Yin Shuai?"

White Hair extended a finger and slowly shook it. "Don't come with me, I've already seen it. Hehe, at the 10 o'clock direction, 410 meters away, there isn't even a single room, just a sunshade, and there are 17 people inside, all of them men."

"Then we..."

"Stand here and look at me. Be back in two minutes." The White Hair shook his finger again, then walked forward with a cold expression.

The sharp White Hair figure filled their field of vision.

Wang Nuonuo and Chu Chu exchanged a glance, then looked at Mu Fan: "Sir, is he really... alright?" As they spoke, they pointed to the area around his head.

Mu Fan pursed his lips and shook his head. "He's perfectly mentally sound. Apart from being unreliable, he's great in every other way."

"For example?" Nuonuo indicated that she did not understand.

"I haven't thought of it yet." Mu Fan gave Wang Nuonuo a determined smile.

Wang Nuonuo suddenly realized that Mu Fan had an incredible talent for telling corny jokes.

The fat man left in a hurry, and sure enough, just two minutes later, the White Hair, aloof figure reappeared.

However, in Mu Fan's eyes, Yin Shuai's hairstyle, blown by the wind, resembled a camel walking against the wind.

"You're back so soon."

Chu Chu asked in surprise.

"Ha, those weaklings, guess what they said to me as soon as I went in?"

"What is it?" Mu Fan asked cooperatively, genuinely curious.

"Speaking of classmate, the Fine Arts Department is next door. You're a freshman in the painting major who was specially admitted this year, right? That's pretty good."

The two girls felt like they were about to burst from laughing.

"And then? You came out so quickly?" Mu Fan still couldn't figure out why it was so fast.

"Then I told them a truth—"

"What truth?" the inquisitive young girl asked simultaneously.

"Nobody in microelectronics is as awesome as me. Those more awesome than me aren't in microelectronics. These days, might makes right, Mu Fan, thank you for teaching me this truth. So, they quickly became my allies."

The White Hair man looked at Mu Fan with admiration. He only now understood this truth: brute force was so useful. Well, actually, it was rare to encounter a group of weaklings who allowed him to showcase his own strength.

"You hit them?" Mu Fan asked incredulously.

"Otherwise what? Don't worry, I just showed off my muscles. These weaklings, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."

A mysterious smile curled at the corner of White Hair's mouth.

Pfft~

Wang Nuonuo couldn't hold back any longer; Great Bear's friend was just unbelievable.

"Alright, that concludes our registration. Now, please go to your dorms and put your things away, then we'll meet in an hour."

Finally, Mu Fan spoke, and surprisingly, everyone listened attentively as soon as he opened his mouth.

"OK".

See you later!

The wicked Dingchuan Academy separated the male and female dormitories far apart, so the four of them parted ways there.

"Which apartment are you in?" the White Hair asked.

"Maple Leaf Third District A13 Apartment," Mu Fan said after looking at it.

"What a coincidence?"

"The same to you?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, let's go then."

"Go!"

Their extremely brief conversation had penetrated to the bone, and the tacit understanding formed on Planet 131 was gradually turning in a bizarre direction.

Thirty minutes later, the two appeared in front of an exquisite four-story villa. Inside the wooden fence, there were even flowers and plants. It was hard to imagine that this villa, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, was an area for students to live in.

When Mu Fan entered this villa area, he was puzzled, but when he looked up at the sign, he found that it clearly read "[Maple Leaf Third District A13 Apartment]".

"It's so luxurious, we're sure we've come to the right place."

"If Dingchuan has a conscience, this is barely worthy of my noble status as commander."

The two exchanged a glance, Open Gate and entered.

The sightseeing elevator requires an apartment card. After Mu Fan swiped the card, it displayed 214- Mu Fan.

Upon entering, the two found that they could not select a floor, and the suspended elevator automatically rose to the second floor and then descended.

"The suspension elevator is limited based on the residential floor, which does a good job of ensuring privacy," the White Hair man commented with a nod.

In front of the two was a platform of about twenty square meters, and further ahead was an antique-style coded door.

The floor was spotless, and Mu Fan walked towards the door first, stepping on the eco-friendly flooring.

"Yo~yo, you're cheap~ that's~ me cheap."

"Yo~yo, photos are money!"

Mu Fan's expression grew increasingly interesting; his keen hearing confirmed that he hadn't misheard.

There's someone inside... singing!