The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The room needs to be tidied up, and the coffin needs to be placed in a suitable location; it can't just lie across the middle of the room forever.

He got up, carried the black iron coffin on his back, and tidied up the house a bit more.

I worked up a light sweat before I finally finished tidying up the new house.

By the time we finished doing all that, it was getting dark.

Chen Guan's stomach rumbled.

Even vests need to eat, and after a day of high-intensity running, the energy expenditure is enormous.

He glanced at the dry rations stored in his storage ring, then at the gradually brightening campus lights outside the window.

"Eat out? Or...?"

As I hesitated, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Chen Guan, are you there?" It was An Changqing's voice, gentle and clear, coming through the door.

Chen Guan quickly straightened his clothes, walked over and opened the door.

An Changqing stood outside the door, already dressed in a clean college uniform, and holding a thermal lunchbox in his hand.

"An, is something wrong?" Chen Guan asked, feigning surprise.

"Yuehe and I just went to the cafeteria and got an extra serving."

An Changqing handed over the lunchbox, his tone natural: "I thought you might have just settled in and hadn't had a chance to eat yet, so I brought you a meal. It's the signature Linggu set meal from the East District's No. 1 canteen; it tastes pretty good."

Chen Guan paused for a moment, then took the still-warm lunchbox, a genuine warmth rising in his heart.

Whether An Changqing's intentions stemmed from the protagonist's inherent kindness or something else, this sentiment was all the more precious in an unfamiliar environment.

"This...it's too much trouble for you, thank you."

This time, the gratitude felt even more sincere than before.

"You're welcome, it was just something I did." An Changqing smiled, his gaze casually sweeping across the room.

The curtains were drawn, making the room dimly lit. However, he hadn't expected Chen Guan to be carrying a coffin in the dormitory so late at night.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply said, "You're new here, so you might not be familiar with the location and opening hours of the cafeteria. If needed, we can go together tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow morning is the freshmen assembly and class assignment ceremony. Don't forget, the notice should have been sent to your personal terminal by now."

"Okay, I got it. Thank you for reminding me." Chen Guan nodded.

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The personal terminal is a wristwatch-style device issued upon enrollment. It integrates multiple functions such as identity verification, communication, and information reception. All school matters are handled on the terminal, and he hadn't had time to study it carefully yet.

"Then you should eat first and get some rest." An Changqing didn't linger any longer, nodded politely, and turned back to 302.

Chen Guan closed the door, holding the warm lunchbox, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

Being neighbors with such an upright, kind, exceptionally talented, and considerate protagonist... that's incredibly stressful.

He sat down at his desk, opened the lunchbox, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. The grains of spirit grain rice were glistening and plump, accompanied by several delicate side dishes and a piece of beast meat containing a trace of spiritual energy. The nutrition and taste were both top-notch.

The food at Huaqing College truly lived up to its reputation.

While eating, he brought up his personal terminal and browsed the detailed information about tomorrow's freshman assembly.

The meeting will be held in the main campus auditorium at 9:00 AM, and a simple college map and notes will also be provided.

"Host," the system's voice announced, "New popularity fluctuations detected. The interaction scene of An Changqing delivering food, and the scene of the host taking care of the host alone in the room while receiving information, have further increased the audience's goodwill and curiosity. Approximately 85 popularity points have been added."

The popularity value has reached 142 points again. Chen Guan silently calculated that the 0.3 stamina added was not very noticeable, but what if it accumulated to 1 point, 2 points or even more?

The new popularity points were converted into 0.1 stamina. Chen Guan looked at his main body beside him. The points were not only applied to the alternate account, but also to the main body.

The alternate identity won't die, but the original identity will.

Looking at the store, Chen Guan actually had his eye on a talent.

[Enhancement Type: Guardian]

[Price: 200000 popularity points]

The amulet's effect is similar to being impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire, but its price of 200,000 popularity points leaves him speechless.

After finishing his meal, Chen Guan quickly washed up and helped his main body to groom himself. Instead of sleeping on the bed, he took out a portable folding mat from his storage ring, laid it next to the coffin, and lay down fully clothed.

The bed was left for the main body, while he himself lay down beside it.

The room went completely dark, with only the occasional flickering light from personal terminals.

The campus outside the window gradually quieted down, and shouts from the training ground could be faintly heard in the distance.

Chen Guan closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep immediately.

My mind replays today's events, along with the colorful bullet comments that occasionally float by from another world.

That was a world he could never return to, yet it was the source of his current power.

Absurd, yet real.

"Tomorrow... we'll be divided into classes," he muttered to himself.

According to the original plot, An Changqing will enter the strongest Tian Shu class, which gathers the top geniuses of this year.

And what about me? A freshman with no special abilities, carrying a coffin, who looks like a weirdo no matter how you look at it, where will I be assigned?

Where you're assigned... nobody's opinion matters; it's all about who has the bigger fist. Only the one with the bigger fist gets assigned to the best class.

No matter where he is assigned, he must find his place on that stage and make his voice heard.

For the sake of popularity.

And also for... that awakening day that may never come.

Night was falling.

Inside room 304, one person lay asleep on the bed, while another dozed beside the coffin. The heavy coffin, made of black iron, stood silently in the shadows like a guardian.

In the corner of the field of vision, the last few delayed comments slowly drifted by:

He slept on the floor... giving his bed to the person in the coffin.

[The details are touching.]

I'm getting more and more curious! See you tomorrow when we're assigned to classes!

Goodnight, coffin guy.

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The next morning.

As dawn broke, the light filtered through the semi-transparent curtains, casting hazy patches of light on the floor of room 304.

Chen Guan opened his eyes almost as soon as the first ray of light shone in.

He didn't wake up naturally; rather, this bodysuit seemed to have inherited a high level of alertness, or rather, it was his subconscious insecurity about the world that prevented him from truly falling into a deep sleep.

He sat up, rubbing his stiff neck. Sleeping on a folded mat was definitely not as comfortable as sleeping on a bed.

Chen Guan's gaze immediately fell on the bed.

The body remained peacefully asleep, its chest rising and falling slightly with steady breathing.

Chen Guan walked over, checked his vital signs, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that everything was normal.

Each day, confirming that his body is safe and sound is the premise for him to start a new day.