Chapter 9: The Normal Yizhen

"Oh, Yizhen, eat slowly; no one is snatching it from you. What's the rush? Why so uncouth? You're the third most handsome in our dorm; if people hear this, won't it bring shame on us? What if a girl hears you're from Room 306 and dares not add you on WeChat? You'd be the culprit. You must compensate your brother Zhenlin. Otherwise, you must be more careful; don't let them find fault."

Zhenlin, who had been quietly watching Yizhen take the scallion pancake, his face already breaking into a mischievous smile, did not expect that the moment Yizhen took it, he didn't peel off the outer layer; he grabbed it and bit straight in. That wolfing-down look was like someone who hadn't eaten in days, almost ready to eat his own hand. Tsk, looks like I can't play games in the dorm all afternoon like him, or I'll become a hungry ghost. Worse, he's the kind who just got reincarnated; he looks like he's never eaten a meal in his life. Seeing him is scary.

Does Yizhen eat people?!

That question suddenly popped into my head, raising goosebumps all over my body, more terrifying than the earlier corpse talk. After all, that was a joke; this one has a very high probability of coming true...

"Uh, is there more?" Yizhen didn't care about him; he was truly starving. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to go out to forage. Before he fell into a coma, his appetite was very limited; a single small bowl of Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles would fill him up. But now it was different; his appetite had increased greatly. Even the thought of not eating made his mind chaotic. For a moment, he had forgotten what Zhenlin said earlier.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll get it for you right away. Don't rush, okay?" Zhenlin hurriedly turned and left, not caring about compensation anymore. Just being able to calm down was good enough. He quickly returned to his bed, grabbed the two remaining undistributed scallion pancakes, and didn't know if Yizhen could finish them. Anyway, he was truly frightened, so he didn't care whether Yizhen could finish them; just hand them over.

At worst, I can buy more tomorrow if I want to eat. There's still one day of the holiday, which is enough. Right now, calming the little one is the priority. Although I'm not clear why his temperament changed so drastically, I can still hear a hint of exhaustion in his dry words, meaning he's just too hungry and hasn't done anything too extreme yet. Even so, after giving it to him, I should back away to avoid trouble.

"Yizhen, what are you doing? You dare pull my hair? Do you want me to assign all the dorm cleaning to you this week? Hmph!" Someone else slowly walked out of the bathroom holding a small mirror, his right hand holding a comb, rhythmically combing his hair. But the pulled-out hair couldn't be made up for. If this continues, losing this much hair every day, he'll soon go bald. That is absolutely unacceptable. So, Yizhen must stop this grabbing and pulling behavior; otherwise, how will he find a girlfriend in the future? How will he enjoy moonlit strolls? How will he...

His steady aura was gone forever. The hand holding the comb was making a standard orchid-finger gesture. His gaze never left the small mirror in front of him. He didn't know about Yizhen's hungry-ghost eating behavior; otherwise, he would probably be overthinking and scared just like Zhenlin, and wouldn't have come over to question and threaten.

"Mingyang, can you help me find my phone?" Yizhen ignored his rude questioning; obviously, understanding the truth was what mattered more right now.

He had already briefly searched the surroundings and found no trace of the phone. He was about to call Zhenlin, who was approaching him, to ask. Since Mingyang bumped into him, he might as well ask him. Asking anyone was about the same. If one couldn't find it, he'd naturally call the other, then they'd search for each other, saving some trouble.

Actually, he wanted to find it himself. Unfortunately, just one scallion pancake wasn't enough. Besides being able to move his hands, even moving his head felt incredibly heavy. If he didn't eat to replenish, he could only solve this exhaustion by sleeping.

But the truth was staring him straight in the face. As someone who wouldn't die until he saw the Yellow River, he really didn't want to verify and take evidence point by point again tomorrow. This could be considered a hurdle in his heart. If he didn't cross it quickly, his heart would become uneasy, and sleeping would be even harder.

"Huh? Yizhen, I'm talking reason to you, and you're asking me to do things for you? Do you want to be the dorm boss? I won't agree to that. I represent the moon and will destroy you. Boo hoo..." Mingyang didn't expect Yizhen to not only ignore his questioning but also turn the tables and order him to do things. He absolutely, a hundred thousand times, wouldn't agree. If it was okay before, now there's no apology; obviously, he won't do it. If I do it, I'm not Mingyang; just call me Little Ming.

Seeing that verbal attacks weren't working, he simply crossed the object in his hand, extended his left hand, and prepared to pinch his ear. He must make him realize who the dorm leader was. Besides, he was the one who woke Yizhen up. This kid not only repaid kindness with ingratitude but also ordered him. That was the most intolerable thing. If he didn't get revenge now, from now on, Laozi would be a proper dorm leader and dorm supervisor, and wouldn't be so effeminate anymore. But obviously, his great grudge was about to be avenged.

The little Yizhen in front of him could only move his arms; nothing else seemed active. Otherwise, he would have gotten up and fought back himself. This meant he could take revenge right now. Although bullying the injured was shameful, it was the best solution. Normally, his strength couldn't beat Yizhen's, so taking advantage of the moment to strike decisively was the way to go. Hehehe, here I come, little baby. Wait well for brother's favor. *Slurp* (drooling. jpg).

Just as his mouth corner was curling up wildly and his steps kept closing in, the unfinished words were deeply blocked by a thick palm. No subsequent sounds came out. The harsh words weren't finished, and half his momentum was drained. This was a major taboo. Why would someone so unchivalrous drain his momentum? Which blind-eyed person was it? Don't let me find out. I, I will give him a record. Later, after checking my phone, I'll focus specifically on the "not sleeping" issue and target him relentlessly!

"Mingyang, first check little Yizhen's state. Stop talking nonsense. If he eats people, I won't save you." Zhenlin arrived in time, holding a plastic bag in one hand and covering his mouth with the other, managing both tasks without delay.

Fortunately, Yizhen's head turned with great difficulty and he didn't have the energy to watch their show; otherwise, he would probably jump up and beat them. First Zhenlin, talking as if he were about to get injured. Then Mingyang, asking for help was somewhat redundant. Oh, I forgot; if you don't gain the upper hand in words, it's hard to command this thorn. Sigh, I just want to see my phone; why is it so hard? Yizhen stared at the air ahead, thinking this. His voice could be heard, but it was in a state of wanting to speak or not. He hoped they would come over quickly. If it really came true, he could rely on it to restore his strength.

I'm so tired now, so sleepy, but my stomach still looks empty; I can't sleep.

"What? Eat people? Look at how weak he is; how could that be related?" Mingyang absolutely didn't believe it. Besides, everyone often joked. Didn't I make up a story to scare Zhenlin before? That kid actually got scared away. I can only say his courage is too small; he can't even handle such words. Sigh, looks like I still need to hold up the main beam. After all, I am the most senior person in this dorm.

Even though he was the first to enter this dorm, it couldn't be denied that he was indeed a tiny bit older. Whether by age or anything else, he was qualified.

"Uh, okay, my words were indeed a bit exaggerated. But let's wait until I give him food before concluding. Then you can see if he's not quite normal." Zhenlin had no choice. From the side, Yizhen seemed very normal now. Except for not talking to them, he was actually not much different from usual. He did nothing unless he had to. Every time he got on the bed, he was in this state. On the surface, no abnormality could be seen; he looked as if he had heavy burdens on his mind. But no one said it outright. If he didn't want to say it, no one would force him to ask.