The coursework in the second half of senior year was truly easy-going. Ever since Ling Ze got arrested, Zhou Haoran and the others had a dorm room all to themselves. You can imagine how comfortable that was.
Admittedly, sometimes when they looked at that empty bed, they would feel a tinge of melancholy. But soon enough, that small space was gradually overtaken by Chen Cheng and Zhang Xu's dirty clothes, stinky socks, and a myriad of other messy things. By that time, when they saw the bed, it was nothing but a source of disdain.
Then later on, a computer science student transferred to their room from downstairs.
Before the guy even arrived, the advisor had already pasted his name on the bed: Mu Hanmo.
"Wow," Chen Cheng walked around the name for two rounds, "Look at the name, so literary, so classy! If he goes out looking for girls, just this name alone would score him an extra ten points."
"What are you talking about!" Zhang Xu curled his lip, commenting, "Sour garbage."
