Chapter 89

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

By evening, classmate Chen Yi had already become a celebrity in the Management College.

For freshmen, finding a common topic is difficult — the endlessly repeated "Where are you from?" reveals as much.

Now that they've finally seen Liu Xinyu — the beautiful counselor, a near-legendary figure — how could these kids who only study the sages not toss and turn, committing her to memory?

Especially since the protagonist of the discussion isn't even in the dormitory area, the midnight conversations flow all the more smoothly.

In collective living spaces, student communication concentrates in rooms and the restaurant. Chen Yi staying in the premium dormitory area naturally distances him from others.

Someone slightly distant seems more likely to be a magical person.

When military training began, the Management College seniors all joined in, linking the legendary "3 million bottle" incident to him.

Classmates who once took exams at Jiangning Middle School couldn't help but contribute anew, stir-frying the cold leftovers of the "Jiangning Sleep God" story once more.

Publicity and discussion gradually shifted onto the campus network.

The Jiangning University forum administrators loved the appearance of a focal figure, repeatedly highlighting and featuring newly posted threads.

The Computer Science Department otakus now showed their skills, describing their Executive Vice President and the super-awesome Mensa Club.

148 IQ — genuinely scared everyone.

Kids who get into Jiang University are either top students or winners of the "competing through dad" process, but no one dares claim their IQ is in the top 2% of humanity.

That's far harder than grades in the top 2%. IQ doesn't care about age, occupation, or region, but grades have all sorts of restrictions.

However, after less than 12 hours of silence, the biggest news broke: "3 million bottle smart sleep man, sleeps in H Building 2 at night."

Public opinion erupted!

Jiang University's world changed color!

Whether you're rich or smart, it's all the same as celebrities getting plastic surgery — trivial matters.

But you live in H Building 2 — what are we students sleeping in old, dilapidated, leaky Tong Zi Lou buildings supposed to feel!

How are we supposed to feel!

Online sentiment abruptly shifted — no more "smart," "admire," "godlike" — entirely filled with indignation at trampled fairness and justice.

Especially when looking up at the ceiling and discovering leaks, then thinking of the exquisite renovations and private bathrooms in Building 2 — a hatred of the rich spontaneously arose.

Thoughts of "kill the rich to aid the poor" and "act on behalf of heaven" circulated in everyone's minds more than once.

However, scholars rebelling — ten years without success.

Online clamor doesn't count; when military training started and Chen Yi lined up on the field, the teachers seeing the real person merely pointed and whispered, still showing normal-person smiles.

If it were the previous two days, everyone would get acquainted, chat a couple sentences, and that would be it — but now it's different. That study committee member Cai Huaqing, similar in height to Chen Yi, egged on by the dorm crowd, deliberately queued beside him and whispered: "Chen Yi, right? Haven't seen you these two days — which dorm do you live in?"

Chen Yi didn't suspect anything, smiled, and said: "2H Building. 2308, probably."

2H is H Building Group No. 2 — the name he learned from the dorm manager.

Cai Huaqing flashed an OK gesture toward his face; his roommates instantly burned with rage.

He actually lives in Building 2.

Cai Huaqing said enviously: "Unexpected — such good luck? Heard Building 2 is all 2-person rooms, who do you room with?"

"One person, two rooms — one happens to be empty." Chen Yi could only tell the truth; this couldn't be hidden.

Cai Huaqing froze instantly.

Never mind students' family situations — school treatment is nowhere near comparable. A single person occupying two rooms with a private bathroom absolutely equates to living in the Beijing Hotel during the Cultural Revolution.

Chen Yi looked at him strangely, felt he should reciprocate, and asked: "Are you this year's top scorer? Which province?"

"Xihai Province."

Cai Huaqing had just finished speaking when the instructors arrived in neat formation.

Chen Yi sighed — he disliked this kind of serious, orderly activity. Supposedly on this planet, some people don't like freedom but prefer military order — the world truly has weirdos.

Since it was the first day of military training, the exercise intensity wasn't high. The instructor assigned to Class 1 was a veteran of similar age; aside from rougher skin and stronger sinews, he looked not too different from students. His accent was pure local Jiangning, he chuckled while explaining rules, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Chinese people have a natural fondness for soldiers, or at least dare not show ill will — both sides hit it off, doing simple training moves with beaming smiles; the girls' formation even let out silver-bell laughter from time to time, making hearts yearn…

Even the instructors couldn't help revealing envious expressions.

Being an instructor for a girls' group requires three lifetimes of merit, severing two wings to attain it…

Cai Huaqing was a model youth excelling in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor; after one round of training he only breathed slightly harder, yet focused all attention on Chen Yi beside him.

However, little Chen disappointed him.

Aside from some sweat on his back, his whole body was dry and fresh.

He couldn't help asking: "Tired?"

"Fine."

"Your body okay? Any allergies?" Cai Huaqing added: "I have a friend like that — can't sweat, breaks out in allergies when exhausted."

"Fine." Chen Yi's mindset had long since ceased to be that of a student; constantly facing Grendel, Timothy, or Tang Xiongfei types — for such time-wasting pleasantries, he truly didn't know what to say.

Cai Huaqing couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

But in subsequent training, he kept staring at Chen Yi, always wanting to gain some amusement from comparison. His physical quality had been outstanding since childhood — whether academics or sports, it stemmed from good genetic inheritance; in comprehensive competition between the two, he was always the victor.

Yet in observing Chen Yi, he unfortunately failed.

This surprised him into paying real attention.

Chen Yi performed movements obliviously, a bored expression clearly visible. When practicing Body Technique in the Saint Qiao Kingdom, it was usually 5 continuous hours or even 15 hours of exercise before resting half an hour or so. Never mind university military games — even real special forces training, he could tank it no problem — to put it in incomparable comparative terms, Kingdom Knights who possess Pocket Qi are among the elite warriors on the Magic Continent.

"Not a total weakling." Cai Huaqing concluded, thinking randomly.

As noon approached, the girls' squad across the field began singing in unison.

Consequently, Chen Yi's squad was also required to sing military songs.

Under the influence of hormones, all four majors and nine classes of the entire School of Management, nearly 300 people, howled like ghosts and wolves, causing freshmen at nearby venues to crane their necks and look over.

Class Monitor Lin Yuan sang with great effort from start to finish, and even tried her utmost to lead everyone in singing together, making Chen Yi tired just watching her.

But one had to admit, a class monitor like this indeed possessed leadership charisma.

Finally, lunch time arrived; Chen Yi was drenched in sweat, not because training was hard, but because the weather was too hot.

September weather — the kind that could kill a polar bear. While eating, Chen Yi called Xiao Yu: "Do you have any way to get me out of military training?"

"Military training is so much fun." Xiao Yu laughed loudly twice, then said at the top of his voice: "There are plenty of ways to skip military training. Best is to get a hospital certificate, but that takes a day or two. I can't do it."

"Then who can?"

"Either find those guys in the Student Union, apply to enter the Campus Propaganda Team or something like that……"

Just as he was speaking, Lu Fan poked his head in from the canteen and asked the student by the door: "Do you know Chen Yi? He should be from your School of Management…… Are you Management freshmen?"

At least three or four arms pointed in unison at Chen Yi.

Lu Fan came running over, beaming with delight.

He was already someone preparing to be a PhD Student, twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old; compared to the surrounding freshmen who were almost a generation younger, even the wrinkles on his aged face seemed to tremble.

Chen Yi shifted toward the table edge, said a couple more words to Xiao Yu, hung up the phone, and like a weasel spotting a chicken peddler delivering poultry to his door, smiled: "Senior Brother Lu, long time no see."

"Sure enough, a university student now, speaking all literary and affected." Lu Fan gave a thumbs up, casually took out a bottle of Red Tea and passed it to him, like a chicken peddler selling sick geese, and smiled: "Didn't I come to watch your military training? Incidentally, to see how you're doing."

Chen Yi turned his thoughts, looked again at his cramped expression, and guessed seven or eight parts out of ten in his heart.

In this scorching heat, Senior Brother Lu came running eagerly — most likely to secure research data early. With the new students starting school now, the teachers would be busy for a couple of days, and then would probably decide the new PhD Students' topics. For the latter, this was the critical time determining the next two to three years.

Revealing the expression of a noble youth weasel who had only eaten three months' worth of chicken, Chen Yi smiled: "Military training is fairly interesting. The Red Tea is just right — I sang for a while just now, and my throat is dry."

The implication: military life was still fairly interesting; aside from small matters like Red Tea, there was no need for Senior Brother Lu.

Lu Fan smiled bitterly, as if a fledgling chick had been mistaken for a mother hen, and said: "Don't just look at today's comfort; later on, it's very tiring."

Seeing Chen Yi still unconcerned, he changed tack: "The most hateful part of military training isn't standing under the sun; the most hateful part is folding quilts, tidying internal affairs. If you run into an instructor in a bad mood, they'll call you out for a run at 2 AM — you won't even have a warm bed. You tell me……"

"It's something everyone has to go through, that's just how it is."

"That won't do." Lu Fan started patting his chest. He sat there and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother, I've muddled along at Jiang University for nearly 10 years. Who don't I know? Military training and such — find the campus doctor, have a word with the instructor, and it's settled."

Chen Yi laughed twice, finally dropping the pretense: "Too much trouble for you."

"No trouble, no trouble." Lu Fan paused slightly, then continued: "Then these two days, if you have nothing to do, come by my Laboratory for a walk around?"

"If you can settle it this afternoon, we'll go this afternoon."

Lu Fan didn't say another word, turned and left.

Chen Yi drank the soup in his bowl in one breath, and prepared to leave as well.

Ren Yuan came over carrying a tray, blocked him, and smiled: "Finished eating? You don't know, you're a celebrity now."

What day is it today?

Everyone delivering themselves to my door.

Chen Yi couldn't figure out his intention, but didn't make a sound.

He had a habitual caution. Not to mention that Aristocratic Scions often bring trouble to their families, just the chaotic battle a few days ago should make him careful about his every move.

Ren Yuan smiled indifferently a couple of times, as if reminiscing: "Haven't seen you for several years, right? When I was in Xijing, I often thought of middle school days, and regretted leaving Jiangning."

"Old Master Ren taking a post in Xijing is a good thing." Chen Yi did not follow his lead.

Ren Yuan's father transferred to a Beijing Ministry post — precisely the time of the Ren Family's great expansion. However, the Ren Family's foundation remains in Jiangning; his returning to Jiang University for school should be regarded as a kind of Layout.

If everything goes smoothly, classmate Ren Yuan will likely start from Jiangning and continue the path his father trod or never trod.

As a fine youth with ideals and Targets, Ren Yuan's judgment is very Accurate.

From the First Place day he entered University, he began calling friends and companions, re-establishing connections with gradually changing feelings.

He laughed and bumped Chen Yi's arm, smiling: "I heard something, and feel I should tell you."

"Oh"

"A few people from Class One heard you live alone in the dormitory, and are considering freeing up a bed to let you move in."

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