Chapter 8: Yizhen Awakens

"Mm." Upon hearing this, Zhenlin also paired Yizhen with a corpse — and it happened to be Qingming today, so he couldn't help thinking about it. His body couldn't help but tremble a few times, and his feet slowly stepped back. He chose not to stop or intercept Mingyang's actions any longer. Clearly, that one sentence was quite effective, though it did mean temporarily wronging Yizhen by treating him as a corpse.

Little one, it's not that Daddy doesn't want you to wake up, it's just that Mingyang loves being so secretive — otherwise you'd have woken up long ago. So don't blame Daddy, okay? If you want to blame someone, blame Mingyang. I'll definitely help you.

And since he dared to take on the job, he must have some method of substance, so there's no need to use that technique of his own that didn't really do anything. He just hopes Yizhen can wake up quickly — after all, he just said some unpleasant things earlier, and the atmosphere absolutely must be eased, otherwise it might be hard to get along in the future. Zhenlin, who had shifted his gaze away, thought this to himself; in his eyes there was panic, and also bewilderment and helplessness.

The matter of the secret was still told to him by another roommate; otherwise he wouldn't have known either. But that person only knew the general idea — to know the full picture, he'd have to ask the dorm leader Mingyang. Thus, naturally, came the scene just now.

Although he was big and burly, he was coarse yet meticulous — otherwise he wouldn't rank among the top of the school academically. He also knew that the roommate who had gone home for break was actually a little petty; although not bad at heart, he had the habit of speaking ill of others. A completely self-contradictory fellow. He was very curious, wanted to know, but couldn't find a way to inquire. Now that he'd bluffed a bit, he really had managed to extract some things.

It's just that it would have been better not to have, because it would create a sense of estrangement in both parties' hearts, and then everyone wouldn't get along peacefully — it might even get worse and worse.

Later, he'd definitely have to go apologize and ease the relationship between both sides. This matter should be a little sensitive — you could tell from that serious look in his eyes. Better just stay quiet and say nothing, to avoid disturbing things.

Actually, you can't really blame him. If it weren't for Mingyang's secretive personality, he wouldn't have resorted to using this game as a threat. He didn't expect it to fail this time. Can only say this secret is very important — probably related to some self-respect, or something else, who knows. Anyway, he doesn't know…

"Yizhen, time to wake up!" Mingyang first simply checked his breathing — he could still feel it, a perfectly normal state. But after leaving it for a while, not only was there a warm sensation, there was also an illusion, as if it was being deliberately controlled, as if he'd been seen through?!

Then he had no choice but to use the old method of shaking Yizhen to wake him. If it worked, the little secret wouldn't need to be deployed, saving trouble.

After all, that piece of news is somewhat explosive. Under normal circumstances, he doesn't want to use it either, because revealing this thing only works best when the other person is faking sleep — whether by their own choice or by their consciousness's choice. Once it comes out, Yizhen is bound to jump up quickly, grab a tool, and beat him up. Although it carries a hint of threat, it doesn't affect the friendship — maybe this is what dorm camaraderie is.

Right, he had noticed something off just now, because under normal circumstances, Zhenlin's loud voice should have woken Yizhen long ago. No matter what sleeping posture, the first to wake would definitely be him. So why was it that now, he didn't make even the slightest movement?

If so, then the two situations mentioned above appear — just check the breathing and you'll know which it is. Although it sounds mystical, it's not divorced from science. This might be a kind of tacit understanding. The ability to discern is innate — he can precisely detect what's unusual about him, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten that secret. All of this has its basis.

*Creak! * After a faint sound of the bed board shaking,

Yizhen, who was lying flat on the lower bunk, laboriously moved his left hand and successfully grabbed Mingyang's hair. With a fierce upward pull, a person appeared, clutching his hair in pain and howling.

"Damn! Yizhen, little one, you have no sense of martial ethics, ambushing me like that! My beautiful hair!" Mingyang, who had previously worn a steady expression, instantly transformed into a sand-sculpture… ahem, a chivalrous knight filled with righteous indignation, only hating why he hadn't dodged just now. That sudden move really hurt. He didn't know why Yizhen's strength had grown quite a bit, but anyway, he really couldn't hold on — that's for sure. Now he'd better quickly find a mirror to see if this peerless hairdo had been ruined.

"Mingyang… this counts as payback for almost shaking me dizzy again. Phew, my head feels so swollen!" Yizhen released the hand that had been holding a grappling posture and had slowly propped himself up to sit. Although there was still some weariness, it didn't affect exerting force — it just took more effort than usual. The difference was right there; everything else remained as normal.

He sat leaning against the wall, gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, and began to pay attention to the culprit who had caused him to faint. Instead, a wave of swelling and streams of data came through. Although still obscure and hard to understand, it was no less than before, and his memory seemed to have unknowingly improved as well. Perhaps — the experiment really did succeed!

"Yizhen, you're finally awake. You don't know how shady Mingyang is — he actually forced me to carry him. This kind of behavior is truly shameless. I even helped you teach him a lesson. Now you've also made him suffer a setback. Looks like we're still on the same side, heh heh. Here, here, fresh hand-grabbed pancake, eat it while it's hot. If it's not enough, his portion is yours too. We can't let our dorm's baby go hungry."

Just as Yizhen was quietly staring at the foot of the bed, his mind still in thinking mode, a rough, loud voice came through. However, it was clearly noticeable that he had been deliberately lowering his voice. When talking bad about Mingyang, it was more like whispering. Can you feel that contrast — clearly big and burly, yet the voice is so faint? Anyway, Yizhen truly experienced it. Even when Zhenlin handed over the hand-grabbed pancake, he could only rely on lip-reading. This was enough to show that Mingyang, as both dorm leader and dorm manager, still carried quite a bit of deterrent force — afraid of being given the silent treatment.

The earlier joke was fine — an apology should be about enough. Now committing another offense in the face of it would too easily trigger a chain reaction, so one must be careful. He still wants peace and quiet. If Mingyang brought over a laptop and said he had to stay up all night to be forgiven, that would be the end.

The most crucial thing is, he can't simply refuse. Heaven above, earth below, I was just running my mouth a moment ago — I hope to survive this tribulation. Especially with the little one's help, it should be fine. He shouldn't refuse this favor, right? Heh heh! A certain slightly scheming fatty began planning his route. They say your hand goes soft after taking, your mouth goes short after eating — consider it a little lesson for the little one.

Meanwhile, a certain uninformed, naive boy was pondering another question: when did he learn lip-reading?

A voice he clearly couldn't hear, yet subtitles appeared before his eyes very simply. After he silently read them through, they disappeared normally. When he tried again to awaken it, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. So, what kind of situation is this? Clearly able to analyze some things by the book, yet it seems incomplete, as if something is missing. What exactly is it?

While thinking, he naturally took the hand-grabbed pancake from Zhenlin's hand. He really was a bit hungry, and thinking also consumed quite a bit of mental energy. In a state of hunger, it was multiplied several times over — he urgently needed to replenish some energy to continue deeper exploration, otherwise he'd probably faint again. This is absolutely no joke.

Although the food before him was only a drop in the bucket for him, it was still something hard to give up. Better recover some stamina quickly and go out to find food. He didn't know what time it was now — he hoped it wasn't too late, otherwise he'd have to bitterly wait until dawn tomorrow to leave campus. He really wanted to replenish energy — any high-calorie food would do.