Chapter 27: Pouring Rain

Building 8 of the men's dormitory, Room 115.

"Coming, coming! Yue'er, stun Camille."

"Damn! Got outplayed by this guy."

"Crap! Got ambushed by this guy."

"It really isn't my fault!"

Wu Yueer and Lin Yang were fully focused on the game; the black-and-white screen and the continuous wailing sounds indicated that the dire situation was only intensifying.

Tang Song was sitting on a stool with a guitar resting on his lap, his nimble fingers plucking back and forth on the strings, playing that song he had long since memorized by heart, "I Love You Without Asking About the Return Date."

The notes flowed from his fingertips like running water, melodious and lingering, and one could vaguely hear the singing coming from the dormitory next door.

I love you~

Just like the wind that has traveled thousands of miles~

Never asking about the return date~

One playing and one singing, there was an indescribable harmony to it.

Shen Yan, who had been happily enjoying the sight of Hao Anqi's dance moves, suddenly felt like he was being watched; he looked up and discovered that Zhu was sitting on the adjacent bed, gazing at him with profound meaning.

"What are you staring at?"

As a native of the Northeast, Zhu naturally took up the cue.

"Staring at you, so what?"

"Want to try staring again?"

"Try it if you want to try it!"

Tang Song's hand movements stalled as he asked, "Are you two playing with memes, or are you about to fight?"

Zheng Chuan and Liu Haijun, those two wallflowers, also looked over.

Zhu chuckled, saying he was just joking around; this was the Northeast way of speaking.

Shen Yan asked, "Zhu, why were you looking at me like that just now? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Something wrong, something very wrong." Zhu put on a serious act.

"That expression you had just now, how should I put it? Your face was like a peach blossom, a lewd smile hanging on the corner of your mouth—clearly, you were feeling amorous."

"Confess honestly, which girl have you taken a fancy to?"

Even if one hasn't eaten pork, one has surely seen a pig run.

Shen Yan's state just now was clearly that of a man missing a woman.

Tang Song guessed that it was most likely the girl who had come over during the dinner gathering earlier.

Shen Yan's eye twitched, and he flatly denied it: "What nonsense are you spouting? I was laughing because I saw a really funny joke, okay?"

Zhu's face was written with disbelief: "Make it up, keep making it up."

"Fine, I'll tell you guys this joke. If you don't laugh, then you're the talented one."

Shen Yan had so many jokes from the future in his mind that he could rattle one off instantly.

"In the morning, a married couple was sleeping in bed. The husband woke up, rubbed his eyes, and asked: 'Wife, what time is it?'

Wife: 'Ten o'clock.'

Husband: 'Are we gonna do it (zheng) or not?'

The wife looked impatient: 'Do what? I just woke up.'

The husband was a bit confused and asked again: 'I'm asking you if it's ten o'clock sharp (zheng).'

The wife had no choice, sighed, and said: 'Oh! Let's do it at eleven.'

The man continued to ask: 'I'm asking you if it's ten o'clock sharp?'

The wife's temper flared from being asked; she sat up and said: 'Do it, do it, do it, do it! Come on, come on, I'll do it with you now, come!'

'Look at how capable you are, you three-minute little piece of trash.'

Seeing his wife preparing to take off her clothes, the man was clearly a bit panicked and hurriedly shrank back under the covers.

'He just wanted to ask if it was exactly ten o'clock, why was it so much trouble?'"

At first, the few of them were a bit confused, then their expressions gradually turned lewd; they were all men, how could they not understand the multiple meanings represented by this "do it (zheng)."

"Hehehe! That couple's comprehension skills are top-notch."

"Hahaha!"

"The Chinese language is truly profound."

Lin Yang's lewd laughter caught Wu Yueer's attention, and she asked what he was laughing at. Lin Yang repeated the joke, and then Wu Yueer started giggling uncontrollably.

Before long, the entire girls' dormitory was filled with sounds of spitting and scolding the person who made up the joke for being indecent.

A good night's sleep!

The next morning, Shen Yan woke up from his sleep in a daze. Outside the window, a torrential rain was still pouring down; the intensity was so great that even Zhu's deafening snoring couldn't compare.

The branches and leaves outside the window were being battered by the rain with a *patter-patter* sound, as if they were telling of their helplessness and pain. The upright and resilient posture of the grass was now also battered into a mess, making one feel an inexplicable sense of desolation.

His stomach was rumbling again.

After a simple wash, Shen Yan gnawed on a few pieces of bread, paired with a Nutri-Express, and then lay back on the bed to read a novel.

He toughed it out until 9:30, when the stock market officially opened for trading.

The stock of Haitong Group continued to trend downward; at 10:20, it reached the lowest point in Shen Yan's memory, a price of 3.6 yuan per share.

Without hesitation, Shen Yan opened the trading platform; the funds, already leveraged and allocated, were sitting there—1.5 million—and he went all-in.

At 10:30, news of Haitong Group's restructuring was released online, and the capital tycoon officially moved in.

This also indicated that a rising star was about to be born in the new energy market.

Everything was proceeding according to track.

After letting out a light breath, a beautiful arc curled at the corners of Shen Yan's mouth.

He opened the class group chat, which was exceptionally lively, like a pot of boiling water, with strings of text scrolling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cause was a video posted by a classmate, which recorded the scene of Typhoon No. 12 hitting Fuzhou.

The gale howled and whistled, like a giant monster roaring; trees by the roadside were blown askew, even snapped in half, with sand and debris flying, the sky dark and the earth dim, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Lin Yang: "Hiss! A Category 14 typhoon is truly fierce!"

Wu Yueer: "Oh my god! So thrilling, we never get typhoons in our neck of the woods."

Zhu Baoping: "Shivering in fear."

Luo Qiqi: "These are just minor scenes; the coastal areas get hit a few times every year."

Yu Youwei: "Indeed, back in '06, the Category 17 Typhoon Saomai hit Cangnan head-on; that was truly terrifying."

Passerby A: "Terrifying indeed!"

Then, Tang Song asked in the dormitory: "Old Shen, when you guys were hit by a Category 17 typhoon, the scene must have been super tragic, right?"

Shen Yan nodded: "Indeed, a large swath of houses collapsed, and flash floods broke out in many places; I was 15 at the time and remember it clearly, the death toll totaled several thousand."

"The wind was howling outside all night long, and we didn't dare to sleep at all; the electrical facilities malfunctioned, and the urban area was severely flooded, reaching my knees directly, with fish swimming back and forth right by my legs; all those rice paddies and land were submerged, the fish farmers... you can imagine the scene at that time."

After these words, even though they hadn't experienced it personally, the few people in the dormitory all gasped.

In the face of nature, human beings are so insignificant.

At twelve o'clock, the few people in the dormitory got up one after another to wash up; since he was idle anyway, Shen Yan simply continued to lounge in bed.

Just at this moment, Wu Yueer suddenly sent a message.

"Are you there?"

"Don't ask if I'm there, just say what it is, so I can consider whether to be there or not."

Towards this Huniu, Shen Yan could not manage to be gentle.