Chapter 29: The High-Level Thug Wielding the Weapon of Law

When Chen Yansen arrived at the orientation station of the School of Literature and Media with his admission notice, counselor Guo Dongchen was just about to leave.

"Are you also a freshman? Chinese Language or Journalism major?"

Guo Dongchen stopped, looked the other person up and down, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

This person in front of him, aside from holding registration materials in his hand, seemed to have brought nothing else; there wasn't even a shadow of a parent beside him. Even if he wasn't dragging a suitcase, he should at least be carrying a backpack.

He had been busy at the orientation point all day, yet this was the first time he had encountered such a strange student.

"Hello, Teacher. I am a freshman in the Journalism major."

Chen Yansen nodded and proactively handed over the documents.

In his previous life, Guo Dongchen had only guided them for one year; after successfully passing the doctoral entrance exam, he naturally went to Beiping to pursue his PhD.

Chen Yansen's impression of him was not deep, but when the two met face to face, it still awakened some fragmented memories.

The other person was in his thirties, of medium 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 Cheng College. I am your counselor, Guo Dongchen."

Seeing that he was his student, Guo Dongchen introduced himself with a light smile.

"Hello, Teacher Guo. May I ask if registration is still possible now?"

Chen Yansen pointed to the staff member nearby and asked.

"Of course. However, the sophomore students responsible for orientation have already returned. How about this: I will take you to the dormitory to register later. As for the meal card, you can get it processed on the first floor of the cafeteria."

Guo Dongchen pushed up his glasses and explained patiently.

"Teacher Guo, no need to trouble you. Actually, I am quite familiar with our school. I can go to the dormitory by myself."

Chen Yansen hurriedly replied.

"Ah, is that so? Then alright."

Guo Dongchen was slightly stunned, then casually agreed.

He usually devoted all his energy to preparing for the doctoral exam and did not like to meddle in class trivialities; if it weren't for the first day of freshman registration today, he probably wouldn't have come to the orientation point at all.

Five minutes later, Chen Yansen successfully completed identity verification and information entry. The staff member handed him a slip, informing him to go to the dormitory management office to collect bedding.

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

"Old Guo, your student is not simple."

Just then, the counselor from the Chinese Language major next door leaned over and commented, looking at Chen Yansen's back.

"What do you mean?"

Guo Dongchen did not understand and wore a puzzled expression.

"You still don't know? This kid snatched the agency rights for the campus telecom card from Zhou Zekai of the School of Physical Education. He spent the whole day selling cards. I estimate that just for today, he could earn tens of thousands."

The counselor of the Chinese Language major suddenly became interested, obviously someone who loved to gossip and spread rumors.

"I have heard of Zhou Zekai. He received a school-level major demerit for fighting last year. Didn't he trouble Chen Yansen?"

A look of surprise floated in Guo Dongchen's eyes, and he said incredulously.

"Hahaha, so I said he is not simple. This kid drove a Mercedes-Benz E300 worth 800,000. Zhou Zekai simply dared not make a move."

The counselor of the Chinese Language major chuckled and repeated Chen Yansen's exact words, then added: "Zhou Zekai counts at most as a thug, but your student is a high-level thug wielding the weapon of law."

Guo Dongchen shook his head repeatedly. He disliked trouble and disliked troublemakers even more, and unease immediately rose in his heart.

On the other side.

Chen Yansen pulled his suitcase, easily processed his meal card, collected a brand new set of bedding from the dormitory manager, and then walked toward Building No. 8.

The dormitory number was still 8302, with no change whatsoever.

The dormitory door was wide open. Five boys, seventeen or eighteen years old, were gathered together chatting aimlessly.

"The most powerful gun for fighting zombies is still the cannon. One shot, one little red!"

"What's so fun about games? Brother was on the high school soccer team. If you play soccer well, you won't lack girls. Later, I'll take you guys to play soccer."

"I heard from a senior that a formidable figure emerged in our cohort. Before school even started, he snatched the campus card agency rights from a junior-year senior. The other party didn't dare to let out a fart, and he travels with a Mercedes leading the way."

"Damn, that's so pretentious!"

The group talked back and forth, chatting heatedly.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground came from the doorway. The few of them knew in their hearts that the last roommate had finally arrived.

Chen Yansen glanced casually. The room featured a design with beds on top and desks below, a six-person room. Only the balcony lacked a private bathroom. Currently, only the bed in the middle on the left side remained empty.

"Student, you are in this dormitory too, right? My name is Tang Zhenzhe, from Luzhou. What should I call you?"

While the others were still hesitating whether to say hello, Tang Zhenzhe stood up and came forward to greet him.

Chen Yansen smiled. This bird was dressed even more flamboyantly than him: a light brown suit jacket, a blue striped shirt underneath, jeans on the bottom, paired with round-toed leather shoes. His appearance was mature, and with his slicked-back hair parted three-to-seven, if one said he was a student's parent, no one would doubt it.

Their relationship in their previous lives was very close; when they had no money, they even squeezed onto one bed. After getting rich, they often went together for foot baths, massages, and commercial KTVs.

He could barely be considered half a decent person!

"Chen Yansen, from Zhoulai. Come play at my hometown when you have time. I'll treat you to beef soup."

Chen Yansen replied with a smile.

"Hello, hello. My name is Wang Zhengqiang. We are fellow townspeople. Please take care of me in the future."

The second one to speak was named Wang Zhengqiang. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and claimed to be the striker of the high school soccer team. In his previous life, he married his first love after getting her pregnant immediately upon graduation, and the couple later both became small-town civil servants.

"Brother, my name is Zhu Xiaopeng. I am from Luzhou."

A boy with slightly dark skin and black-rimmed glasses squeezed forward. He was not tall, just over 1.7 meters. After graduating, he passed the postgraduate entrance exam, and then there was no news of him. He was the one who had just said Chen Yansen was 'pretentious'.

The remaining two sat still without moving.

"My name is Song Yang, from Jin Ling. It seems I am the only one from out of town in our dormitory."

The thin and frail Song Yang wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, laughing self-deprecatingly as he spoke.

He didn't like sports; his biggest hobbies in normal times were reading novels and playing games.

Chen Yansen remembered that after graduation this fellow had gone to Qin Island, opened two hotels by the pier, and looked the most ordinary of all, yet was the richest person in the dorm — but back in their university days, he hadn't noticed it at all.

"Uh, I'm Meng Xibo, from Xuanzhou, you guys can call me Bobo."

The last guy, seeing he was the only one left who hadn't introduced himself, hurriedly grinned and spoke, his two hands rubbing together in a nervous, awkward way — he looked a bit socially anxious, but was actually a sharp operator, putting on an act the moment he opened his eyes every day.

On his very first day at school, he had already used his connections with seniors and the fellow-townsmen association to gather plenty of gossip, and the one who had just used Chen Yansen as gossip fodder was none other than him.

After a few brief pleasantries, Chen Yansen had just started to make his bed when his phone rang.

"Big Sis has arranged for us to grab dinner together tonight, meet at the south gate, ok?"

The moment the call connected, Wang Zihao's voice came through.

Earlier in the day, Meng Zhenguo had brought Meng Jie to the school to register. Seeing him and Wang Zihao busy selling phone cards, and thinking it wouldn't be good to delay them making money, he had simply said hello and then gone to queue up to pay the fees.

"This dorm doesn't even have a place to shower. I'm going to head back to the hotel to take a quick shower first. See you at the gate at seven. Forget it — you guys go to Shuangqing Restaurant first and grab a table, I'm worried there won't be seats later."

Chen Yansen thought it over and replied, then hung up the phone once he was done.

"Chen Yansen, are you heading out? I was actually thinking of asking you to go to the cafeteria together for a meal — after all, we just met…"

Tang Zhenzhe said, with a touch of regret.

"No worries, there's plenty of time ahead, next time."

Chen Yansen patted Old Tang on the shoulder, looking extremely familiar with him.

Then, without further fuss, he fished a Mercedes-Benz car key out of his backpack, stuffed in two changes of clothes, casually shoved them into a bag, turned, and headed for the door.

"The thing in his hand looks like a Mercedes-Benz car key."

From the corner, Song Yang suddenly spoke up.

The reason he could recognize it so clearly was that his own family also had a Mercedes-Benz.

"You mean the guy driving a Benz who snatched the campus card agency rights from a third-year senior is Chen Yansen?"

Tang Zhenzhe shot to his feet, his reaction extremely exaggerated.

"I was just saying he really likes to show off — do you think he heard me at all?"

Zhu Xiaopeng gulped, asking with lingering fear.

The other guy didn't even take a third-year senior from the physical education department seriously — if he wanted to deal with a five-foot-seven nobody like him, wouldn't that be a piece of cake.

Tomorrow's the recommendation slot, my heart's a mess, please click and follow along~ Wishing all you big shots a fortune explosion this year~

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