Chapter 20: The Vision Must Be Broadened

"Ah~ feels so light and refreshed after a shower, if only it could be this nice every day…"

Yi Zhen basked under the spray of the showerhead, humming contentedly in his comfort. Even with his eyes shut tight, his senses remained crystal clear. Unfortunately, the water was too loud, so he couldn't make out the conversation between Zhen Lin and Ming Yang outside—otherwise he would have burst out laughing. How on earth could a goof like Zhen Lin be lumped together with such a rare creature as a top student? Anyone would have a hard time believing it.

The most crucial part was, the guy's gaming skills were also pretty solid—that much was undeniable, and it stung a little. If they actually went one-on-one, a hundred Yi Zhens probably wouldn't be enough to beat Zhen Lin. Whether it was ambushing or quick-scoping, Zhen Lin was sneakier than anyone, yet incredibly hard to pin down.

Back then, all fired up, he'd sought Zhen Lin out for a duel and nearly got shut out. Fortunately, Zhen Lin was still human and hadn't transcended that category. Whenever there was lag, a jump-fall damage glitch, or getting blown up by a grenade, he could only passively lose health—because these things were hard to avoid. There were always little mistakes and moments of being out of position. This was the consolation in the heart of noob Yi Zhen.

But now things were different from the past. With the ability, these talent points should be maxed out soon, and it wouldn't have been a waste of the ability's usefulness.

At this moment, it also brought back the brainpower he had when that unknown voice was around. Right now his entire mind was very hollow—one could also say it was the clearest moment—extremely convenient for him to think about his future development direction.

First, search for "Breaking the Void Realm"—although it's the focus, it also isn't.

Because the target still wasn't very clear. He didn't know the specific location, nor who to ask. If he just blindly searched, who knew when the answer would finally surface. Still, naturally he wouldn't resign himself to peace. A life without adventure is imperfect. Even though this life had a cheat's blessing, it couldn't negate his own efforts. After all, abilities have to be collected by himself—this is a major key point. Noted!

Second, since it feels like searching for a needle in a haystack, then he had to think of a way to see if he could pull in some connections, get people to help him search. One person's strength is ultimately limited. They say many hands make light work, and this is a perfect demonstration of that.

So he had to make many friends, good friends. Although it wasn't certain he'd find any, there was some measure of confidence now.

Third, if that still didn't work, then he'd watch videos intensely. Since it could cure fatigue, surely it could cure illness and aging, right? When bodily functions decline, just watch one. Hey, fresh and clear-headed. He didn't know if it would have the same miraculous effect on others—maybe he could find time to test it.

Alright, once planned out, the goal could accurately be said to be much clearer, that's right. But… why did he suddenly feel like lying flat? Was it an illusion, or instinct? Should he just slack off?

Once this thought sprouted, it inevitably expanded at extreme speed, and couldn't be cleared away. Ah, this, this, this—even increased brain capacity and faster processing speed couldn't stop it? This phenomenon wasn't exactly serious and fit his original personality perfectly—one could say it was the best match—yet it also revealed something off.

He couldn't think about it anymore. Hurriedly, he pulled his head away from the shower spray, letting his mind escape that ethereal feeling. It seemed he'd have to experience this comfort less in the future—too easy to get lost in it.

He grabbed Mao Jin and used the last remaining clean section to wipe his hair. After wiping, he casually turned off the faucet. He couldn't be bothered that his body was still wet, and just grabbed his shorts and put them on directly. If it weren't for the fact that he only had this one towel, he wouldn't have skipped drying off. When it came to cleanliness, he was definitely among the top in this dorm. It's just that he wasn't as fussy as Ming Yang…

Now he was acting much more normal, so his mindset could adjust along with it.

Even Ming Yang was willing to take the initiative to grab clothes for someone, no longer being fussy. How could he, Yi Zhen, not be able to put on clothes without drying his body? Anyway, after wearing them for a while they'd air-dry on their own—no rush at all.

"Yi Zhen, are you done?"

Ming Yang, who had already re-entered the dorm, kept his attention on the bathroom's movements. The moment Yi Zhen turned off the faucet, he sat up properly. Because of a personal reason, he now had a slight urge to pee, though it wasn't too strong yet. But if Yi Zhen could come out a bit faster, he could conveniently take care of it himself.

"Not yet, almost. Do you need to use the bathroom? You could borrow from next door. Even though you're not in the same class, just borrowing a toilet shouldn't be a big deal. I haven't heard water sounds from Da Hei's side, so he should be done showering. Now's the perfect time to go borrow it."

Yi Zhen heard Ming Yang's words and immediately realized why he was asking so urgently. Generally, the moment the water stops, asking if someone's done—you know what that means. Have to be understanding. Speed up the dressing.

He was already going as fast as he could, but it would still take at least several dozen seconds to get dressed and tidy up, plus he had to pack up these dirty clothes to throw away. Wanting to be fast was hard. Altogether it would take over two minutes. Better to just borrow the bathroom next door—that'd be quicker.

"No need, wait a bit. Just hurry up."

Ming Yang very decisively chose to refuse. Although Yi Zhen's words weren't wrong—it's just borrowing a toilet, they'd have to deal with each other anyway, seeing each other every day in the elevator—none of that was wrong.

But, well, as mentioned before, look, they're not in the same class. Like this, there's always some awkwardness about it. Plus, he was actually about the same as Zhen Lin—both a little afraid of the big brother next door. The moment they stepped in, they'd feel that oppressive pressure. Really uncomfortable, really stifling, alright.

He wasn't as free and easy as Yi Zhen, without that worry. Maybe it was because Yi Zhen was a classmate so the guy wouldn't deliberately target him. Once it was someone from another class, the situation was a bit different.

Right, they were a special combined-class dorm—two first-year classes merged together. Yi Zhen and Zhen Lin were in Class 2; Ming Yang and Yun Hen were in Class 4. Actually, this was also why they easily had little conflicts. Whichever class had more people naturally held the advantage and controlled the decisive say.

He could only lie on his side again, quietly waiting for Yi Zhen to finish, hoping he wouldn't hold it back. Otherwise it would hurt, and he didn't want to become a real woman.

"Got it."

Yi Zhen calmly shook his head. Seeing Ming Yang's anxious questioning, he'd thought it was really urgent.

Looks like he had to speed up too. If Ming Yang held it in and blamed him, that'd be bad. They'd only just made up—the chance of breaking apart again was still pretty high.

In a few quick motions, he threw on several pieces of gear. Next was tidying up the pile of trash in front of him. He bundled all the dirty clothes into a ball, wrapped the towel in with them, carefully cracked open a small gap in the door, and only after seeing no one did he take this ball and head out.

"Yi Zhen, is that you coming out?"

Hearing the slight movement again, Ming Yang had learned his lesson this time and just quietly asked. What if it was a false alarm and he made himself hold it back? Wouldn't that be more loss than gain? Better to let Yi Zhen say it himself. Anyway, he couldn't see from here. Lying down was better than walking back and forth with no result. Although both were uncomfortable, at least the feeling would be a little different—considered a small consolation for the discomfort of holding it in.

"Wait, if it's still not urgent then wait a while, or in thirty seconds you can come in."

Yi Zhen quickly stopped him. My gear isn't even fully equipped yet—how could he come over? Although he didn't know whether Ming Yang knew about this pile of dirty clothes, things that should be avoided had to be avoided. Otherwise it'd be hard to explain.

Even though earlier there had been a telepathic moment when Ming Yang handed him fresh clothes one by one, he'd never overthought it. All he thought was that their relationship had mended again. As for anything on another level, that was pure imagination. Even with a good mind, he wouldn't subconsciously think about things that didn't matter to the big picture—too lacking in vision.