Hearing Xie Jun's suggestion, Yang Hongwei's eyes lit up, but he immediately saw through it and said, "The celebration is fake, you just want to use the fourth as a wingman, right?"
Xie Jun chuckled and didn't deny it: "Just for convenience, just for convenience."
"Who told the fourth to have such a face that attracts girls? Last time we went to the bar, even though we were sitting at a scattered table, girls kept coming over one after another. The quality, tsk tsk... nothing to say! Those high-end girls, if I went by myself, even if I opened ten divine dragon sets, I might not be able to pick them up."
Yang Hongwei pouted and said, "Only handsome guys can call it picking up; with your looks, it's just sexual harassment."
"Damn it!" Xie Jun was hurt, but he still didn't give up, looking at Ye Zhiqiu with hope, "How about it? Fourth, our dormitory hasn't gathered for a long time."
Looking at the two clowns, Ye Zhiqiu was speechless.
Among the people in this dormitory, only the oldest dorm leader was normal; these two were somewhat related to being oddballs.
Xie Jun, the second-ranked rich second generation, his appearance really had nothing to do with the word "jun" (handsome). He had a pockmarked face, and it would be polite to say he wasn't ugly. Fortunately, with his "money power," he never lacked a girlfriend.
Yang Hongwei, ranked third, had an incomparably domineering name, but he was an out-and-out repressed pervert. His 1TB hard drive contained everything, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. Don't look at his current glib tongue; in reality, he was a paper tiger, a king of talk who would clam up when he met a beautiful girl. He was still a single dog in his senior year.
Actually, his former self wasn't much better, a complete simp. From Ye Zhiqiu's current perspective, many of the foolish things he did before were standard self-move, incredibly childish in the eyes of that green tea.
As for the bar incident they mentioned, there really was such an event in his memory. At that time, he was even forced to add several hot girls on WeChat, but he later deleted them, not knowing any better.
Although Ye Zhiqiu hadn't attended classes for the past month, the high-intensity mental activity had left him exhausted. It would be good to relax, so he didn't refuse, saying, "Okay. But let's skip the bar; let's find a quieter place to sit."
Xie Jun knew that Ye Zhiqiu didn't like noisy places, and he had only suggested it tentatively. Hearing this, he was overjoyed and said, "No problem! Leave it to me!"
With the matter settled, Yang Hongwei flopped onto his bed and casually scrolled through his phone.
"It's updated! That narcissistic author actually updated four chapters today, a burst update!" Suddenly, Yang Hongwei exclaimed excitedly.
"What?!"
Xie Jun also quickly took out his phone, muttering, "The female lead actually fell for someone else. I don't know what that Dog Author is thinking. Does he want the protagonist to snatch her away? That seems pretty exciting..."
"The Seven Meridians Tournament is in the semifinals. The protagonist should be able to defeat Lu Xueqi from Small Bamboo Peak, right?"
No one paid attention to Xie Jun's soliloquy. Yang Hongwei was already immersed in the fantastical world of immortal heroes.
Xie Jun opened the Orange Reading APP on his phone and was delighted to see the "unread" notification for the latest four chapters.
The entire 206 Dormitory fell silent, and no one noticed Ye Zhiqiu's rather strange expression.
That's right, the novel Yang Hongwei and Xie Jun were discussing was precisely "Zhu Xian," one of the "Three Great Strange Books of Network Literature" in Ye Zhiqiu's previous life, and the author was Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu was originally a liver-bursting author in his previous life. After transmigrating, he was pleasantly surprised to find that network literature in this world was unusually popular, but it was still in the "swordsman, blood feud, laughing at the jianghu" wuxia style.
After realizing this, Ye Zhiqiu, driven by professional instinct, couldn't hold back. The lovely readers of this world hadn't yet experienced the baptism of "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully a young man into poverty" cool-text. They were simply a crop of lush green leeks...
Ye Zhiqiu's current bank balance was so low that even robbers would feel a pang of conscience. As a member of the transmigration army, he naturally couldn't lose face, so the first step in his money-making plan was to start with his old profession.
As for the title of narcissistic author, that was completely an accident.
When registering as an author online, his pen name from his previous life, "Yi Ye Zhi Qiu," was already taken. He tried several similar ones, but none worked. In a fit of pique, he casually chose a meme he had seen in his previous life, "Fang Xin Zong Huo Fan," as his pen name, and it surprisingly passed.
Sure enough, the novel setting of immortal heroes quickly stood out among a host of traditional wuxia works. Now updated to over twenty chapters, after a round of recommendations, it had firmly entered the top three on the new book list. With its unstoppable momentum, it was only a matter of time before it surpassed the books ahead of it.
At this moment, with the appearance of the biggest climax in the Seven Meridians Tournament plot, the readers' heated discussion in the review section reached its first peak.
"I'm numb! Divine Sword Imperial Thunder True Art!!"
"Too strong! Lu Xueqi is truly the number one young disciple!"
"Nine Heavens Profound Purity, transforming into divine thunder. Majestic heavenly might, drawn by the sword...! How did the author's brain grow?!"
"Cultivators can directly summon the thunder of heaven and earth, awesome! Compared to this, what 'Wind God Leg' and 'Cloud Dispersing Palm' are totally weak!"
...
In the afternoon, Ye Zhiqiu, who had been keeping a low profile recently, appeared in class, attracting a lot of attention.
Ye Zhiqiu was a minor celebrity at Huahai Media University, previously because he was subtly considered campus heartthrob material. However, the original owner had a relatively low-key personality, or rather, a slight inferiority complex and sensitivity, and his social circle was basically limited to his classmates.
Now, the glances secretly directed at Ye Zhiqiu had increased significantly, but they mostly carried a hint of sympathy. After all, many people had witnessed his ex-girlfriend getting into a luxury car and being unilaterally broken up with, so observant people could easily guess the general situation.
In a campus in a city like Shanghai, where extravagance was common, such situations were not rare.
Facing the ambiguous gazes of everyone, Ye Zhiqiu remained calm, his mindset very stable.
After an uneventful afternoon of classes, the four dormitory mates, including the dorm leader, walked together after class. The overtly flirtatious Xie Jun and the repressed Yang Hongwei were already arm in arm, laughing and looking forward to the evening's activities.
Ye Zhiqiu walked through the campus, looking at the youthful faces coming and going. Surrounded by the bustling environment filled with youthful hormones, his mind slowly peeled away from the unreality of feeling like he was in another world, unconsciously becoming much more open.
Suddenly, as if by some tacit understanding, the surrounding noisy sounds gradually lowered, and everyone's gaze converged on a certain spot ahead.
Ye Zhiqiu, in a daze, felt strange in his heart. He looked up ahead and easily found the focal point of everyone's attention.
A graceful figure came into view. Even Ye Zhiqiu, who had been bombarded by various Photoshopped beauties online in his previous life, had a flash of stunning admiration in the depths of his eyes at this moment.
Her brows were like moth antennae, her skin like congealed cream, but what was most impressive were her eyes, like autumn water. The expression in her silhouette-like eyes was calm, yet the slightly upturned eyelashes beneath her brows added a touch of playfulness to her cold and elegant demeanor. The two temperaments, coldness and playfulness, mingled together without appearing at all abrupt.
Her slender figure was concealed beneath a well-tailored, simple yet sophisticated off-white thin coat. Below that were remarkably long legs. Since she was wearing white flat shoes, Ye Zhiqiu easily judged that her height should be close to 1.7 meters.
Sinking fish and falling geese.
Ye Zhiqiu had always been indifferent to this idiom, which used exaggerated hyperbole to the extreme, but seeing the beauty before him, he suddenly understood it.
In ancient times, King You of Zhou even lit beacon fires to amuse his concubine. Ye Zhiqiu estimated that if fish and geese had similar aesthetics to humans, it wouldn't be surprising for them to overreact upon seeing the beauty before him.
Just as Ye Zhiqiu's thoughts were wandering, this proud, swan-like beauty walked directly towards him...