Chapter 523: The Student Union

Wu Xian asked Jiang Dong in surprise.

“These three could also be revenant evils or clones—after all, they’re dead and came back to life; their breathing, movement habits, voice, and other details changing from before is perfectly normal. How can you be sure the flesh beneath is someone else?”

Jiang Dong turned around, leaned against the railing, and placed two fingers to his lips—but he had no cigarette, so he awkwardly waved his hand.

“It’s simple. The body of Sun Lingchuan contains a woman. I saw it at a glance.”

Wu Xian looked at him with an inquisitive expression.

“How did you tell? Can you teach me?”

Jiang Dong paused, looked at Wu Xian with a hint of pity, and patted his shoulder: “You probably don’t have a girlfriend. Spend more time around women, and you’ll be able to tell easily.”

Shuowan 。

He turned and walked back into the room, packed up, and went downstairs for class.

Wu Xian felt insulted.

So he stopped Hai Weijiang, who was about to go downstairs.

“Did you notice Sun Lingchuan is a woman?”

Hai Weijiang widened his eyes: “What? He’s a woman? How did you know?”

Wu Xian patted Hai Weijiang’s shoulder.

“Old man, you need to spend more time around women—you’ll be able to tell then.”

After saying this, Wu Xian felt refreshed.

Before leaving, he carefully inspected the room again.

He found that the trash bin, which had been empty last night, now held some black liquid—unknown when it had appeared, but Wu Xian did not clean it up.

On the way downstairs.

Wu Xian glanced at the other floors.

The original residents must have been attacked by the black monsters yesterday afternoon, but their losses didn’t seem severe.

So Wu Xian stopped one of the original residents to ask.

The answer he received was unexpected yet understandable.

The original residents put up fierce resistance; some dorms even worked together to restrain the black monsters, and when the dorm supervisor arrived, the remaining monsters were swept into her dustpan.

After all, these original residents had grown up in wartime.

Though they looked like ordinary people, those who survived and made it to the Immigration Training Center were mostly ruthless types—like the woman who registered on the first night, who crawled from the boat to the registration desk despite a broken leg.

When threatened, these people could unleash destruction far beyond what peacetime civilians could manage; and since the black monsters only knew how to strangle, it wasn’t surprising they were defeated.

His doubts were resolved.

Wu Xian mentally reviewed the behavior of all the new Juan people from yesterday.

The Juan people’s conduct was all average—not terrible, not dragging anyone down. He had closely watched Ma San and Kang Tiantian; though they lost one bar, they still handled themselves with ease and provided crucial information.

Wu Banqing was still young, but she was sharp-witted and willing to take risks—Wu Xian had high hopes for her.

Hai Weijiang, though elderly, showed more passion for the Fudi than Wu Xian and the others, and possessed the potential to become a seasoned Juan person.

Wuji Ge seemed carefree, yet he hadn’t lost a single red bar so far; beyond his arrogance and penchant for provocation, he showed none of the traits expected of a gang boss.

As for Jiang Dong…

Jiang Dong was interesting.

Yesterday, when he used a stool to strike the trash monster, his movements were practiced—clearly honed from street battles.

Wu Xian hadn’t recognized Sun Lingchuan as a woman, but Jiang Dong had. If it was due to frequent exposure to women, how much exposure would it take to develop such insight? His suit, belt, and watch were all expensive.

These people might offer Wu Xian some assistance in this Fudi.

As for the rest, aside from Wei Kang, who still held three bars, their quality might be worse than these Fudi original residents.

Wu Xian had no expectations for them—he only hoped that if they met disaster, they wouldn’t drag him down… specifically Jin Shasha.

As he pondered.

Wu Xian arrived at the cafeteria and ordered a vegetarian meal.

Today’s menu was still bizarre.

A plate of fried algae resembling hair, still with bits of “scalp”; a bowl of rice that looked like freshly trimmed toenails—each grain different, some bearing dirt-like substances;

A red cilantro salad…

Overall.

It was on par with yesterday’s vegetarian meal.

Wu Xian could still endure eating the vegetarian meal; the chills could be offset by the warmth from the Fire Cloud Cloth, and the double vision could be slightly controlled.

But if the negative effects worsen, one day Wu Xian might have to eat the meat meal.

Wu Xian stared at the tray for a while.

Eventually, he took a bite of the red cilantro—just as he chewed a few times, a group stormed over, furious.

Leading them was the Student Union president he’d seen during enrollment; his chest bore a black armband, unmistakable.

Behind him were the Student Union members he’d met during registration.

Further back were Sun Lingchuan, Deng Qiaoling, and other new members who joined today—they already had some color in their faces, looking better than this morning.

The Student Union president spoke with a grim face.

“Yesterday afternoon, two students received expulsion documents!”

“They were expelled!”

“This is a disgrace to the Immigration Training Center.”

“Do you know? Expelled students hold less status here than the roaming beasts—they can’t live, can’t die, and suffer torments you can’t imagine!”

“Who among you wants to be expelled?”

The president’s sharp gaze swept over everyone; those he looked at instinctively avoided his eyes. Then his tone softened slightly.

“If you don’t want to be expelled, join the Student Union!”

“The Student Union is recruiting today. Anyone who signs up can join—it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Anyone interested?”

The students in the cafeteria lowered their heads.

Everyone had seen clearly this morning: the new Student Union members were yesterday’s dead rule-breakers! Seeing no response, the president smirked.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to join now. You’re always welcome to join the Student Union—anytime. From seven a.m. to six p.m. daily, you can sign up with any Student Union member.”

Shuowan 。

The Student Union president led the large group away.

The cafeteria crowd, already without appetite, now found their food even more unappetizing after the president’s speech.

Wu Xian bit into the fried hair algae.

“Looks like joining the Student Union means you don’t need to eat anymore… Ah, this hair won’t break!”

(End of Chapter)