Song Tan's Notes

Chen Chi's posture successfully silenced the entire dormitory.

Although the average height of young students is getting taller and taller, some people are still within the normal range because they are constantly consuming brainpower during puberty.

This "normal range" means that it is virtually impossible for a pure science student competition athlete in the second year of high school to grow to over 1.9 meters tall and have a muscular body.

Unfortunately, Chen Chi is one of them.

The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly froze.

Even as Qiaoqiao smiled and pulled a bag of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) from her bag:

"Are you Yang Zhengxin's roommates? Do you want some zongzi? Our zongzi are super delicious."

Everyone accepted the papers hesitantly, and remained silent for a while.

Lu Chuan had just gone to the bathroom to check on things when he returned to find Chen Chi looking serious and the dormitory unusually quiet. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Chen Chi".

He called out, "You're tall, you can stand by the bed and help pull the sheet up."

Chen Chi's tense expression instantly relaxed, and his eyes lit up with the excited light of a puppy: "I can do it! I can do it!"

He took Yang Zhengxin to school and made his bed—wow! He was just like Yang Zhengxin's mother!
What an amazing feeling!

He and Qiaoqiao happily took up both sides of the bed.

Nervous roommates: ...

They weren't stupid; looking at the two tall, silly-looking men laughing, they felt a complex mix of emotions.

Asking might reopen old wounds.

If we don't ask... it's so embarrassing, they were actually scared.

Looking at Yang Zhengxin again, his expression became quite complicated: "These are your family members..."

Yang Zhengxin was watching his good friend make his bed with a smug look on his face when he said proudly, "To be honest, these two are my godfathers!"

In a good mood, he generously said, "If you are also willing to call me godfather, I will share the food I brought with you—oh dear!"

Song Tan tapped him on the head: "Hurry up and pack your bags, or are you waiting for your brother Lu Chuan?"

Yang Zhengxin clutched his head: "Coming, coming... Sis! Quickly soak the unfinished zongzi in water!"

Roommates: ...

This guy is crazy.

Looking at the zongzi in his hand and the bottles that Yang Zhengxin had taken out of his bag and neatly arranged on the table, he felt quite complicated.

Yang Zhengxin carefully arranged the items according to the labels: "Watermelon sauce and green pepper beef sauce can be kept for a month, chili oil is best consumed within half a month, pickled radish within a week, egg and pickled vegetable sauce within three days... Sister, what is this bottle?"

He brought out a bucket-shaped food storage container, and when he shook it, the red and green bits of leaves inside swayed back and forth.

Song Tan glanced at it: "This is what your brother Lu Chuan prepared—dried cabbage, scallions, cilantro, carrots, diced shiitake mushrooms... similar to the vegetable packet in instant noodles. Just soak it in hot water and add some salt, and you'll have a pot of soup."

It's just that the leaves are bigger.

Lu Chuan glanced at it as well: "Hmm, someone came to inquire last week about whether we could cooperate in supplying vegetable packets for instant noodles. We refused because our production capacity was insufficient, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"I originally wanted to make a freeze dryer, but I don't have one at home, so I just dried them instead—I also have a jar of sesame salt to eat with steamed buns, and a jar of fried tea oil noodles..."

As he spoke, Yang Zhengxin took something out of his bag.

Soon, the bulging, heavy bag was emptied, and his small table was now neatly filled with bottles and jars.

The roommates looked at the rice dumplings in their hands again. Their training camp had only lasted a month! Were they really not planning to eat any in the cafeteria?
Yang Zhengxin, however, was quite melancholy: "If you finish these things, Qiaoqiao, remember to send me some more..." "I have some!"

Qiaoqiao was tucking the sheets in when she nodded, "Yes, yes! Once you've talked to the cafeteria, I'll send you braised beef, braised pork belly, braised small white fish, pickled fish chunks, and stewed mutton..."

Yang Zhengxin was moved to tears: "Godfather! You must remember me while I'm away! I ordered two Lego castles, remember to receive them!"

Song Tan couldn't bear to look at the messed-up generational relationships among the boys, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, are you really raising him like a son? Once you've packed your things, let's go. Xiao Yang, remember to share some of the food with your friends."

Yang Zhengxin said reluctantly, "Sister, could you dig up a tomato plant from the field and send it to me as a potted plant?"

This child is so clingy.

Lu Chuan patted him on the shoulder: "There's a big watermelon in the bag. Cut it up tonight and remember to give a couple of slices to your friends and teachers to try."

After this explanation, everyone finally left with reluctance.

Yang Zhengxin returned with a sigh, and as soon as he closed the dormitory door, he was met with three pairs of bright eyes: "Brother, is your home in Beicheng?"

"Is this in Beicheng Township? Did you grow all of these yourselves?"

Wow, your family is so attentive to you!

"The food in the cafeteria during our training was pretty good; I tried it yesterday."

Yang Zheng thought to himself, "What do you know!"
He said proudly, "We're classmates, it's all fate. After you've eaten that zongzi at noon, then you can think about whether you want to call me godfather."

He tossed his greasy head and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Ugh, this awful weather, it's so hot.

……

It's really too hot.

On the way back, Lu Chuan couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror.

Even Song Tan sighed helplessly, "Don't worry, we can bring them all the way here. The trunk won't get stuffy."

"Besides, as long as the water and fertilizer are adequate, these roses can bloom every month, so don't worry."

Lu Chuan actually knew it in his heart.

But those are blue roses.

He could only focus silently, wanting only to get home as soon as possible.

Song Tan glanced at the back seat: without Yang Zhengxin, the car had become surprisingly quiet, which felt rather strange.

He then said, "Qiaoqiao, things will get busy when you get back. When Teacher Xin comes back, you can tell him that there will be fewer classes."

Qiaoqiao nodded: "I know, we need to make mugwort tea, houttuynia cordata tea, and also make mugwort sticks and incense... and Teacher Xin will be back soon!"

He pointed to his phone: "Teacher Xin said he's having a hard time and is very tired at home. He's almost in Yuncheng!"

Xin Jun remained reserved when facing the students.

Staying at home is not just hard and tiring, it's a double torment of both body and mind.

What's that line of poetry again?

She regrets having instructed her husband to seek fame and fortune.

He is now!
If it weren't for those 4000 jin of purple clover that helped his mother successfully attract customers, the family would have just been running a modest agritainment business, living a mediocre life... and things wouldn't be like this now!
He lost a lot of weight during the entire two-week Dragon Boat Festival holiday!
His parents, however, were unaffected. At 50, they were at the prime of their lives, full of energy and walking with a brisk pace, their eyes sparkling.

It's clear that although he's no longer a college graduate, the robust physique of a typical college student has completely vanished. (End of Chapter)