Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Meh. Whatever.” Huo Junyu shrugged, leaving Luo Bei the loser both ingame and reality.
The night passed peacefully after Yan Sinian’s grand debut which eventually boiled down to pre-lesson gossip between students when Mo Ning walked into the classroom cautiously. The students remained anxious mentioning her. However, as their volume noticeably went lower the moment the door was pulled open by Mo Ning.
30 minutes later, a professor well into his sixties came in scratching his head with barely any white hair left as he took a glance at the classroom sign to confirm his location. His voice rang feebly as he began the roll call, “Mon…Monica… Good. Mo…Ning. Mo Ning.”
Mo Ning raised her hand and nodded courteously but her classmates simply looked away. The Powerpoint slides were then projected after a bunch of trial and errors by the poor technology literate professor whispering hows and whys. Even that 5 minutes he had spent felt like 5 days for the students, let alone the 45 minutes he spent passionately explaining the correlation between the mathematical factors which sounded like the trigger word to hypnotize students to sleep. There were a few male students snoring but Mo Ning did not feel relaxed at all as Yan Sinian’s smile haunted her in her mind. His appearance was seemingly announcing the end to her peaceful days.
Well, it turned out to be quite the contrary as Mo Ning did not encounter Yan Sinian again for the next few days. Nobody talked about them anymore. She even started wondering if she was the one overthinking their entire relationship.
So, that Crazy Rich Asian wannabe did not come here for me?
Better be. Leave me alone. Thank you, god, for listening to my prayer.
However, days later, Luo Bei dragged his steps into the dormitory as he announced, “The dean has just told me that a batch of students would be selected randomly to be migrated to the newly built dormitory at Block B. And unfortunately, I am one of them.”
He passed Mo Ning a look and continued, “Well, I’m in the same classroom with Junyu, so we can always see each other. But Ning, we will no longer be able to meet as much as before.”
Towards the remark, Mo Ning was stupefied but she recovered quickly, “It’s okay. It’s not like I’ve transferred to another university. We still can see each other if we want to.”
Luo Bei and Mo Ning had been pretty good friends, probably the closest male friend she ever had in school. Luo Bei was the friendly, happy-go-lucky type too. It was remorseful to hear about his departure.
Well, at least now I have much more freedom than before.
The fact of Luo Bei leaving only signified less risk to be busted for me.
“Yeah…” Luo Bei was depressed. As much as he was unwilling to move out, the four-men dormitory eventually became a three-men homestay.
Or so Mo Ning thought.
“Greetings, students, I’m here to inform you all that you will be having a new dorm mate today onwards.”
“…” Mo Ning frowned.
Please don’t tell me…
I’ve read enough cheesy romance novels Beibei shared with me to know who the new student is…
Like seriously, if this place is meant to be occupied by four students, why must Luo Bei move then? What’s the point?
Hmph, more like this place is meant to have an empty bed for that someone.
“The new student is Yan Sinian.”
I knew it. I should write my own romance novel too, but I don’t think I can drag it to a thousand chapters…
Mo Ning stood by the door and took a look at Yan Sinian in his classic white-shirt and plain jeans look. It felt mature yet filled with a youngster’s spirit when Yan Sinian wore it. With one hand in his pocket, Yan Sinian slightly lifted a corner of his lips as his arrival also brought a swarm of ladies flocking to the boys’ dormitory.
“Wow…” muttered one boy in his torn boxers as he saw a bunch of beauties racing by his door. “Is it Girls’ Sports Day today?”
The ladies shrieks surprised the boys minding their own business with their xHamster and tissue paper too, “What the ****,” that their poles had sunken deep like the Atlantic.
“Mo Ning.” Yan Sinian flipped his fringe as the girls behind him passed out one by one, “From now on, we will be boyfriends sharing this dorm.”
“…”
The heck did he mean by ‘boyfriends’?
A vein bloated on Mo Ning’s forehead as she ground her teeth, giving a deadly glare upon the shameless man before her.
