Will it be a horrible death?
"Could it be that Zhou Yunyun is an evil spirit?"
Lin Shuyou touched his own eyes, which had become so powerful that even when she was close to me, my vertical pupils could not sense her presence?
Lu Yi nodded in agreement:
"Pretty and gentle girls are devils, they can hook away your soul and leave you tossing and turning alone on your dorm bed, unable to sleep through the night."
"Run Sheng, time to move the stock!"
Yin Meng’s voice came from the staircase of the basement.
Run Sheng rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
Because of Lu Yi, the shop had recently added a lot of new products, attracting students from other living areas to walk the extra distance to this store to shop, significantly improving business and increasing the frequency of restocking.
"Here you go, Ah You, envelopes." Lu Yi placed a stack of pink envelopes on the counter. "This is in vogue right now, selling well."
Lin Shuyou reached out to touch the envelopes, then pushed them back: "Nevermind, I won’t take them."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yi shrugged: "Youth, just don’t live with regrets."
"I feel like if I take this envelope, my life might just be stalled at youth."
He had fought with Run Sheng twice, and Run Sheng gave him the impression that he was tough and not very talkative.
If someone directly gives you a warning, it’s best to just listen and not do it.
After bidding farewell to Lu Yi, Lin Shuyou left the store, and as soon as he stepped down the stairs, he saw Zhou Yunyun standing under the announcement board outside the dormitory building.
Zhou Yunyun was dressed in a yellow floral dress, her hair draped over her shoulders, occasionally looking into the dormitory doorway.
She wasn’t the kind of girl that was stunningly beautiful at first glance, not extremely dazzling, but she had a gentle freshness about her that easily endeared her to others.
Lin Shuyou looked closely at her, but his vertical pupils still had no reaction.
"Lin Shuyou, classmate."
Zhou Yunyun noticed Lin Shuyou; there was no way not to, with someone staring straight at you like that.
With the girl smiling and greeting him, Lin Shuyou was somewhat at a loss:
"Zhou Yunyun, classmate, are you here to find me?"
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure, of course, tell me, what do you need?"
"Could you go into the dorm and call down your class representative?"
"Yes, we are both from Nantong, and we were high school classmates."
"High school classmates?"
Even someone as naive as Lin Shuyou could understand that in a college, when a girl actively seeks out her high school male classmate at the boys’ dormitory, it probably means something.
Previously, when Zhou Yunyun asked about his class rep during a social event, he naively thought it was a polite gesture because she was a class rep too.
"Yes, I just asked one of your male classmates to call him, but no one has come down yet."
"Okay, wait here, I’ll go call Brother Yuan down for you."
Lin Shuyou hurried into the dormitory, with Run Sheng’s words echoing in his ears: if you write it, you will die a horrible death.
Run Sheng, he’s a good person.
Running up to the third floor, he arrived at Brother Bin’s dorm door; it was ajar. Opening the door, he saw a classmate from his class walking in circles on the spot.
Lin Shuyou’s vertical pupils activated, and he stepped inside.
The wooden stool with the copper mirror on it made a screeching noise of friction.
Tan Wenbin immediately opened his eyes and leaped out of bed, grabbing the Yellow River Shovel hanging above his bed.
Upon seeing it was Lin Shuyou causing the disturbance, he exclaimed:
"Are you out of your mind?!"
Seeing Brother Bin awake, Lin Shuyou immediately deactivated his vertical pupils.
Once his vertical pupils were closed, he began circling like the previous classmate had been.
Tan Wenbin sighed, flipped the copper mirror over.
The performance was over.
The classmate spoke up:
"Class rep, there’s a girl calling for you up here, named Yunyun Zhou."
"Alright, the class rep knows, thank you, you’ve worked hard." Lin Shuyou patted his shoulder, "Go rest, you’re very tired."
After pushing the classmate out of the dorm, Lin Shuyou said: "Brother Bin, your high school classmate Zhou Yunyun is downstairs calling for you."
"Today we had a mixer with the auditing department; she is the class rep for the opposite class, and she even asked about you at the mixer, it’s just that you didn’t go, Brother Bin."
Tan Wenbin picked up his washbasin to brush his teeth and wash his face at the sink, grabbed his wallet, and prepared to leave when Lin Shuyou asked:
"Brother Bin, aren’t you going to change? Your clothes are all wrinkled from sleeping."
"At least wash your hair, right?"
"Where is this rule from?"
"Before the mixer today, basically, all the guys in class changed their clothes, and we all got up in the morning to wash our hair collectively."
"That’s why they’re called little boys."
Tan Wenbin pointed to the dorm floor: "You help me clean up, clean it well. You can secretly flip through the books on my desk, but don’t touch Brother Xiao Yuan’s desk, got it?"
Lin Shuyou stood up excitedly straight.
Tan Wenbin headed downstairs, running out of the dorm, waving and shouting from a distance to Zhou Yunyun, who was standing outside the dorm gate:
"Long time no see, my great class rep!"
Even though youth can be flamboyant, students tend to be subdued.
This gesture attracted the attention of many nearby students.
Zhou Yunyun, seeing the boy running towards her, also smiled and waved back.
She was used to the boys’ flamboyance, especially when he was the Left Protector.
"Wow, worthy of going to college, learned how to dress up, eh? Very pretty."
"I had quite a few snacks at the mixer, not hungry now."
"I just woke up, I’m hungry, come on, do me the honor and have a meal with me."