Chapter 29: The High-Level Thug Armed with Legal Weapons

When Chen Yansen arrived at the Literature and Media College’s new student registration point holding his acceptance letter, counselor Guo Dongchen was just about to leave.

“You’re also a freshman? Chinese Language or Journalism?”

Guo Dongchen stopped walking and sized up the man from head to toe, his expression turning peculiar.

This guy, besides holding his enrollment documents, seemed to carry nothing else—no parent in sight, not even a suitcase, and surely he should’ve had at least a backpack.

He’d been busy at the registration point all day, but this was the first time he’d encountered such a strange student.

“Hello, teacher. I’m a freshman in Journalism.”

Chen Yansen nodded and handed over his materials voluntarily.

In his previous life, Guo Dongchen had only mentored them for one year; after successfully getting into a PhD program, he naturally went to Beijing to pursue his doctorate.

Chen Yansen didn’t have a strong memory of him, but when their eyes met, fragments of old recollections stirred.

The man was in his thirties, of average build, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a blue-striped shirt, and looked at least five years older than his actual age.

“Student, welcome to Xu City College. I’m your counselor, Guo Dongchen.”

Seeing he was his own student, Guo Dongchen smiled lightly and introduced himself.

“Teacher Guo, hello. Is it still possible to register now?”

Chen Yansen pointed to the staff member beside him.

“Of course. But the sophomore volunteers handling new student registration have all left. I’ll take you to the dormitory registration office later. As for the meal card, you can get it on the first floor of the cafeteria.”

Guo Dongchen adjusted his glasses and explained patiently.

“Teacher Guo, no need to trouble you—I’m quite familiar with the campus. I’ll handle dorm registration myself.”

Chen Yansen quickly replied.

“Oh, really? Then alright.”

Guo Dongchen paused slightly, then readily agreed.

He usually focused solely on preparing for his PhD and disliked getting involved in class affairs; if it weren’t for the first day of new student registration, he probably wouldn’t have come at all.

Five minutes later, Chen Yansen completed identity verification and information entry; the staff handed him a form and told him to go to the dormitory office to collect bedding.

Chen Yansen briefly bid Guo Dongchen farewell and turned to leave.

“Old Guo, your student isn’t ordinary.”

At that moment, the counselor from the Chinese Language department sidled over, eyeing Chen Yansen’s back as he commented.

“What do you mean?”

Guo Dongchen frowned, puzzled.

“You don’t know? This kid took the campus telecom card agency rights away from Zhou Zekai of the Sports College—he spent the whole day selling cards. I bet he made tens of thousands today alone.”

The Chinese Language counselor perked up instantly—he was clearly someone who loved gossip and loved spreading it.

“I’ve heard of Zhou Zekai—he got a major school demerit last year for fighting. Didn’t he give Chen Yansen any trouble?”

Guo Dongchen’s eyes widened in surprise, disbelieving.

“Hahaha, that’s why I say he’s not ordinary. This kid drives a Mercedes E300 worth eight hundred thousand. Zhou Zekai wouldn’t dare touch him.”

The Chinese Language counselor chuckled, repeating Chen Yansen’s own words, then added: “Zhou Zekai is just a thug. But your student? He’s a high-level thug armed with legal weapons.”

Guo Dongchen shook his head, uneasy—he disliked trouble, and especially disliked troublemakers.

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On the other side.

Chen Yansen pulled his suitcase, effortlessly handling his meal card, then collected a brand-new set of bedding from the dormitory office and headed toward Building 8.

His dorm room was still 8302, unchanged.

The dorm door stood wide open; five boys, aged seventeen or eighteen, were gathered chatting.

“The best gun for killing zombies? It’s gotta be a cannon—one shot takes down a Red!”

“Games are boring. I was a striker on my high school soccer team—good at soccer, girls flock to you. I’ll take you guys out to play later.”

“I heard from upperclassmen that this year’s class has a big shot—he grabbed the campus card agency rights from a third-year student before even starting school, and the guy didn’t dare say a word. He even arrives in a Mercedes.”

“Damn, that’s showy!”

The boys chattered excitedly, one after another.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels scraping the floor reached them—they all knew: the last roommate had arrived.

Chen Yansen glanced casually inside: bunk beds, six-person room, no private bathroom, only the balcony shared. The only empty bed was the middle one on the left.

“Hey, you’re in this dorm too? I’m Tang Zhenzhe, from Lucheng. What’s your name?”

While the others hesitated whether to greet him, Tang Zhenzhe stood up and stepped forward.

Chen Yansen smiled—this guy dressed even flashier than him: light brown suit jacket, blue-striped shirt underneath, jeans, round-toe leather shoes, looking like a middle-aged dad, plus his slicked-back, parted hairstyle—he could’ve passed for a parent without anyone doubting it.

In their previous life, they’d been close friends—once shared a bed when broke, and later often went together for foot massages and business karaoke.

Barely even a semi-serious guy!

“Chen Yansen, from Zhoulai. Come visit my hometown sometime—I’ll treat you to beef soup.”

Chen Yansen replied with a smile.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Wang Zhengqiang—we’re from the same place. Hope you’ll look out for me.”

The second to speak was Wang Zhengqiang, nearly 1.8 meters tall, claiming he’d been a high school soccer forward; in his previous life, he married his first love right after graduation and both became small-town civil servants.

“Bro, I’m Zhu Xiaopeng, from Lucheng.”

A slightly darker-skinned boy with black-rimmed glasses squeezed in—he was short, barely over 1.7 meters, later got into graduate school, and after that, vanished. He was the one who’d just called Chen Yansen “showy.”

The remaining two sat still.

“I’m Song Yang, from Jin Ling. Guess I’m the only outsider in this dorm.”

Thin and frail, Song Yang wore gold-rimmed glasses and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He disliked sports; his favorite pastimes were reading novels and gaming.

Chen Yansen remembered—he later moved to Qin Island, opened two hotels beside Zhanqiao Bridge. He looked the most ordinary, yet was the richest in the dorm—but back then, Chen Yansen had never noticed.

“Uh, I’m Meng Xibo, from Xuanzhou. Call me BoBo.”

The last boy, seeing he was the only one left, grinned nervously, fidgeting with his hands—clearly socially anxious, but actually a master manipulator who started acting the moment he woke up.

On his very first day at school, he’d already gathered plenty of gossip through upperclassmen and hometown associations—the one who’d just used Chen Yansen as gossip material was him.

After brief greetings, Chen Yansen was about to make up his bed when his phone rang.

“Boss Lady wants us to have dinner tonight at the south gate. OK?”

As soon as he answered, Wang Zihao’s voice came through.

Earlier that day, Meng Zhenguo had brought Meng Jie to register; seeing Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao busy selling phone cards, he didn’t want to distract them, so he just waved and went to queue for payment.

“This dorm doesn’t even have a shower—I’ll head back to the hotel first, take a bath. Meet at seven at the gate. Wait, go ahead and reserve a table at Shuangqing Restaurant—I’m afraid we won’t get seats.”

Chen Yansen replied, then hung up.

“Chen Yansen, you’re going out? I was going to invite you to dinner in the cafeteria—we just met, after all…”

Tang Zhenzhe said, sounding slightly disappointed.

“No problem. We’ve got plenty of time. Next time.”

Chen Yansen patted Tang’s shoulder, acting as if they’d known each other forever.

Without further ado, he pulled a Mercedes key from his backpack, tossed in two sets of clean clothes, stuffed them carelessly into a bag, and walked out the door.

“He’s holding a Mercedes key.”

From the corner, Song Yang suddenly spoke up.

He knew so clearly because his own family owned a Mercedes.

“You mean the guy who drove a Mercedes and took the third-year’s card agency rights is Chen Yansen?”

Tang Zhenzhe shot to his feet, reacting dramatically.

“I just said he was showing off—do you think he didn’t even hear us?”

Zhu Xiaopeng swallowed hard, still shaken.

If this guy didn’t even fear a third-year from the Sports College, what would he do to a 1.7-meter nobody like me?

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(End of Chapter)