"We got chicken!"
Cheng Che looked at the victory image that popped up on the screen and laughed out loud with Wang Zheng.
Zhou Hao pushed the mouse away, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.
Li Yuan glanced down at the time.
"It's almost midnight." Li Yuan stood up. "Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch."
"Let's go, let's go." Zhou Hao rubbed his stomach. "I'm starving."
The three of them started tidying up.
Cheng Che remained seated, watching them each walk to the closet and rummage through their clothes.
Wang Zheng changed into a clean T-shirt, Li Yuan smoothed his hair in front of the mirror, and Zhou Hao even took out a bottle of perfume from who-knows-where and sprayed it on his wrist.
Cheng Che looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"I need to dress nicely before heading out." Wang Zheng straightened his collar in front of the mirror. "Walking with you is stressful."
Zhou Hao turned around, his face serious:
"Yes. If you stand to the side, the three of us will look like your bodyguards. If you don't tidy yourself up, you won't even be bodyguards anymore; you'll just be passersby."
Li Yuan nodded in agreement.
Cheng Che smiled helplessly and sat down to wait for them.
He casually opened the system panel and flipped to the Stamina Trial section.
[ Stamina Trial - Stage 3: Dual Professions. Mission Objective: Reach professional level in both tennis and running. Current status: Tennis (Professional Level 2), Running (Amateur Level 6)]
He did the math.
To progress from Pro Level 2 to Pro Level 6 in tennis, you need to complete at least the advanced versions of the [ Forehand Heavy Hammer Training Pack ] and [ Backhand Hell Training Pack ].
To progress from amateur level 6 to professional level in running, you need to complete both interval training and sprint training packages.
The two projects combined will probably take two or three months.
It can't be rushed.
He flipped through the Charisma Trial again.
[ Charisma Trial - Phase Two: Let the Work Speak. Objective: Release your first solo single or participate in a film/television production, achieving 10 million+ genuine plays and a 7.0+ rating on mainstream platforms, with positive comments accounting for ≥60%, and gaining 10,000 influence points.]
He thought about it.
" North Star " is still in post-production, and the broadcast date has not yet been determined.
But a solo single can be made now.
He has the Bard Incubus Voice, the Muse of Inspiration, the Flash of Inspiration, and the Art of the Brain.
With these talents combined, writing a song shouldn't be difficult.
"Write a song," he muttered to himself, "And find time to study music."
"Let's go, let's go!" Wang Zheng patted him on the shoulder.
The four of them left the dormitory and headed towards the cafeteria.
Peking University has several canteens, and they went to the one closest to their dormitory.
The cafeteria was crowded.
It was lunchtime, and long queues formed at all the food serving windows.
Cheng Che stepped inside, the [ Stars Surrounding the Moon ] system quietly activated.
First, a few girls at the door looked up at him, then paused, stunned.
Then the people in line turned around one after another.
The cafeteria lady, who was serving food with her head down, looked up when she heard the noise.
Cheng Che remained expressionless and found a seat. His three roommates went to line up for food, while he sat in his chair and waited.
A girl carrying a tray walked over and stood opposite him.
"Excuse me," she said softly, but her hands were trembling, "Can I add you on WeChat?"
Cheng Che glanced at her and smiled politely, "I'm sorry, I'm not available right now."
"Oh." The girl nodded and stepped back.
But as I left, I looked back at him several times.
Over the next ten minutes, Cheng Che was asked for his WeChat three times, asked for a photo once, and several girls sat at a table not far away, pretending to eat, but actually watching him the whole time.
Wang Zheng returned with his tray, sat down opposite him, and said in a low voice, "Dude, you shouldn't come to the cafeteria anymore."
"Why?"
"With you sitting here, the three of us can't even enjoy our meal properly." Zhou Hao walked over with a plate, sat down, and pointed around. "Look, our table has become the center of attention."
Li Yuan put the plate down and sighed, "I just wanted to have a quiet meal."
Cheng Che smiled apologetically, "Next time I'll pack some to take back to the dorm to eat."
"No, no, no." Wang Zheng suddenly put down his chopsticks, his expression serious. "Godfather."
Cheng Che was stunned for a moment. "What?"
"Godfather," Wang Zheng said, clasping his hands together, "Remember to have a dorm social event when you start dating. The brothers are counting on you."
Zhou Hao and Li Yuan exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.
"Yes, this is the important matter."
"Please take good care of the social event, Godfather."
Cheng Che was both amused and exasperated by their address of "godfather".
He shook his head. "I haven't been in a relationship yet."
"It's only a matter of time," Wang Zheng said. "With your looks, it would be a miracle if no one pursued you at Peking University."
Cheng Che didn't reply and kept his head down, eating.
The next few days passed by very regularly.
Physical examination, attending the orientation lecture, and receiving military training uniforms.
Every morning I go for a run on the playground, and then participate in various school activities with my classmates.
I took some time to have a meal with Guo Xin, Su Qingyue, and Lin Xiao, and we chatted about our respective schools.
On the fourth day, military training began.
Cheng Che got up early. Wang Zheng, who was on the upper bunk, heard the noise and groggily turned over.
"Are you going for a run again?"
"Um."
"You're really hardworking." Wang Zheng buried his face in the pillow, his voice muffled. "I want to go too..."
And then nothing more was said.
Cheng Che smiled, got dressed, and left the dormitory building.
The sports field is located east of the dormitory area; it takes about five minutes to walk there.
Peking University was quiet in the early morning; the streetlights were still on, and a few students occasionally walked by.
He paused for a moment when he reached the playground.
There were more people on the playground than he had expected.
There were quite a few people running on the track, and most of them were girls.
Cheng Che glanced at it and thought to himself: This is indeed a good university; even the girls know to exercise.
He stretched his ankles and got onto the track.
He wasn't running fast; he was running at his usual pace.
After running half a lap, he noticed something: the girls on the track seemed to be moving closer to him.
A girl was running in the outer lane, but when she saw him pass by, she slowly moved to the inner lane.
Another girl, who was walking slowly, suddenly started running when she heard his footsteps.
Several girls were stretching by the track, but their stretching postures remained unchanged, and their eyes kept glancing at the track.
Cheng Che ran three kilometers, maintaining a distance of three to five girls around him throughout.
They didn't speak to her, didn't come closer, just ran silently beside her, occasionally exchanging a glance, and then continued running.
He suddenly thought of something and sighed inwardly.
These people couldn't have come here specifically to wait for him, could they?
After running five kilometers, he stopped to stretch.
Several girls nearby also stopped and scattered around, pretending to stretch.
Cheng Che stayed on the playground for twenty minutes, then turned around and walked back to the dormitory.
Behind him, several girls watched his departing figure, whispering among themselves.
On the other side of the field, in the stands, a girl put down her phone and sighed, "I didn't dare go up today."
The person next to her patted her on the shoulder. "Come again tomorrow."
There will definitely be even more people tomorrow.
"The day after tomorrow."
"The competition will be even fiercer the day after tomorrow; all the other senior students are back."
The two were silent for a second, then sighed simultaneously.