Chapter 12

"Zhenlin, keep looking for the phone; ignore him. He always thinks so erratically that we can't keep up. Let him think things through and reflect on his own."

Yizhen continued to deliver his characteristic sharp-tongued remarks as usual. Although he had selectively blocked out the words earlier, this time he managed to catch a bit of the sound, yet he felt even less inclined to pay attention. Whenever Mingyang slipped into this effeminate state, he learned the art of female tantrums to the extreme. The more attention he received, the more energized he became. It was better to finish things here quickly so he could go out and find food.

The two hand-grabbed pancakes in his hands were nearly finished, yet his stomach relentlessly sent protest signals, preventing him from concentrating on matters. With Mingyang still creating noise, it was truly annoying. He had to speak up, but after saying his piece, he decided to stay silent, burying his head in his meal again. He was still so hungry. He had no time to deal with people unless it was the phone, which could also help verify the cause of his fainting.

To be honest, he didn't know when he had developed such a good appetite. Although he had just eaten the hand-grabbed pancakes for longer than these two, even though he took a shortcut and finished them in a few bites, it wasn't as fast as gnawing on both together. Moreover, his stomach truly didn't send any feeling of fullness. Could he have become a big eater?

But looking at his malnourished, small frame... there was a bit of worry and a fraction of unease. He hoped everything was truly normal; otherwise, it would really be as Zhenlin said, requiring a painful stomach pumping at the hospital.

While eating, Yizhen, who was leaning against the wall, couldn't help but think of the main point. This concerned physical health, so it was best not to be careless.

Despite this, his body honestly chose to continue gnawing. In just an instant, it was officially finished. Thus, the 'Visual Feast' also ended. Fortunately, Mingyang was blocked dead by the tall and strong Zhenlin; otherwise, doubting life was definitely unavoidable.

Someone didn't care. In a state of extreme hunger, image was all fake. If this could lead to being full, he would truly have to thank them greatly. Although this wasn't realistic, who hasn't fantasized? Everyone always hopes the best things are theirs. Only after being struck down can one truly turn back...

"Yizhen, you!"

Hearing these words, Mingyang was furious. Zhenlin actually told him to ignore him. The key was that he acted as if he didn't care, which made people angry just hearing it. Not being able to see the feast was one thing, but the tone didn't even take him seriously. Wasn't his initial concern for him feeding a dog? Moreover, he had suffered the pain of having his hair pulled without cause. Pain, too much pain!

In his heart, it was like a thorn had been stuck in, impossible to pull out, invisible, and untouchable, making him extremely uncomfortable. He, he, he, ignored me! I will silently note this down, draw circles later, stab a straw man, and curse him to have no toilet paper when he goes to the bathroom, and to have everything go wrong whenever he encounters trouble. Waaah...

At this moment, a picture seemed to form, except the woman was replaced by Mingyang, who was crossing his orchid fingers and crying with his left hand covering his face. Although there was much dissonance, it fit the image perfectly.

"Tsk, Mingyang, this time, I won't help you either. You keep suddenly becoming like a woman. Why can't you learn from me? Work out, study, that would be so good. Perhaps for now you can only leave our big family. Without reform, it will be hard for us to get along. For instance, you must change this womanish temper."

Hearing Yizhen's words, Zhenlin naturally chose to agree. However, before that, he had to give some good advice. Although Mingyang looked truly irritating right now, they had been together for so long, and ultimately he wanted the other to integrate into the group. As someone whose emotions were often unstable,

regardless of whether he listened, as long as he said it, it was done. If he really wanted to make a scene, then they would part ways in discord.

He also knew that threatening with game wins clearly wouldn't work. It was better to be direct: either you adjust yourself and continue as friends and classmates, or this dormitory will isolate you.

Although the third brother's stance was unclear, it didn't matter. At worst, it would be two versus two. Oddballs require special handling methods, not endless attempts at reconciliation. Forcing integration when you know it's impossible yields nothing but being targeted. A body full of injuries fits perfectly.

So even if he might be given a hard time later, it didn't matter. Now it wasn't just a matter of playing around, but of his conduct. If this continued, how could he pick up girls in the future? How could he control his choice of partner? Everything would be ruined by him, the leader. There were too many related things. Since Yizhen started it first, he would just follow. When trouble arose, Yizhen would take the hit anyway. Now he didn't care if Yizhen could withstand it; someone just had to take the bullet. (Yizhen: You are so polite *#&)

He gently patted Mingyang's shoulders a few times, then pinched a few bones inside to give a simple massage for relaxation. After the other showed an expression of pain, he naturally withdrew his hand. His words were delivered. Now it was time to seriously search for the phone. The phone call earlier hadn't connected for a long time. He didn't know which corner it had fallen into. It should be nearby. It couldn't run away on long legs; phones weren't that smart yet.

Even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance it had already happened, as a student, he couldn't afford it. Let alone Yizhen, this semi-penniless student. That would be making things difficult for people. Even his laptop wasn't his.

Perhaps contacting electronic devices could really change a person. However, Yizhen was fine; he could only play during holidays. The next day, he would probably be writing furiously. This was what Zhenlin taught him: balancing study and entertainment is the only way to better live future life. Otherwise, falling out of sync with life would be no different from an old antique unable to adapt to the times.

"Get lost!"

Hearing these words, Mingyang was about to explode. He was already someone who didn't like to listen to nagging. Moreover, now that he had switched personalities, it was even more impossible for him to listen to anything. He would only hold a grudge, thinking about when to get revenge. Maybe this was his personality; others couldn't interfere.

Seeing that he wouldn't listen, Zhenlin had no choice. He simply let go, turned around, and shrugged at Yizhen. Whether he saw it or not didn't matter. After doing this, he started looking for the phone for him again.

He had already looked under the bed earlier and found nothing. It might just not have been careful enough. He would observe again. If he really couldn't find it, it was time to change locations.

Fortunately, although Mingyang looked angry, he didn't make any extra moves after Zhenlin left. He just stared at the wall ahead with red eyes, quietly. It was a bit unusual for a moment.

Fortunately, Yizhen and Zhenlin's decision was decisive. They wouldn't go sticking their warm faces onto cold buttocks after he stopped speaking and moving. They weren't cheap; why care too much about his feelings? Anyway, without standardizing him, he wouldn't fit into their circle.

Yizhen maintained the same posture from start to finish, looking exactly like Mingyang. The only difference was that one was naturally taciturn, while the other was thinking of some devilish plan. As for reflection, that was just a phrase. If he could really listen, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Unless he returned to his previous state, maybe one or two words could get through. Now? Except for crooked ideas, it was really hard to make him quiet.

"Phone, phone, where is it? Black phones are hard to find; they don't reflect light."

Squatting down, Zhenlin looked at the bed bottom where no light shone. His eyes searched while he muttered to himself. The phone call couldn't get through, and the reminder indicated it was powered off. It was obviously out of battery. So hoping to find it quickly and easily was not really feasible.