I met my whole family through Baidu Tieba.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wang Pan was the first to refuse to accept this "truth"—he resolutely refused to accept it!

Starting a business while in college—such an awesome thing in society—he only dared to dream about it. Every time he fantasized about it, he was so happy that he was practically snotting through his nose.

What would happen if Shen Kang actually managed to do that?

This is no less intense than witnessing Shen Kang reject a beautiful woman's invitation to dinner like a cold, aloof god that night. He would be so jealous and upset that he would be itching to get back to work!

"Wouldn't it be clear if we just made a phone call?"

As Feng Moquan said this, he actually took out his phone and made a call to Shen Kang.

"Hey Shen Kang, a new laundry room called Jiahe opened at our school. Um, I wanted to ask... are you the owner of this laundry room?"

Feng Moquan's heart trembled as he asked the questions, desperately hoping that the laundry room was indeed run by Shen Kang.

Shen Kang's academic excellence is what torments him. If he opened a laundry room, he would at most be envious. He doesn't really care like Wang Pan does. He even wonders if his roommate could do laundry for free if Shen Kang really opened the laundry room.

Of course, most importantly, if this laundromat really is owned by Shen Kang, then Feng Moquan has a reason to renege on the bet—you clearly opened the laundromat yourself, are you setting a trap for your brother? To make your brother eat shit, you fucking opened a laundromat, Shen Kang, you're ruthless! The bet is unfair, it absolutely doesn't count!

With Feng Moquan's anticipation, Shen Kang's voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"Are you dreaming? Of course I'm not the boss, so don't expect any free laundry."

Shen Kang seemed to have guessed part of his thoughts.

Feng Moquan paused for a moment, then pressed on relentlessly, "You're really not the boss? What a coincidence! You just mentioned it, and now a laundry room has actually appeared at the school!"

"I'm really not the boss. Didn't I tell you? I've studied a bit of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination), and hey, it actually came true..."

Feng Moquan hung up the phone, feeling utterly hopeless.

Is it really necessary for me to eat this shit?

Wang Pan, who had been listening intently for a long time with his head tilted to the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew it! How could this laundry room be owned by Shen Kang? Losing 10 dinners is fine, as long as it's not owned by Shen Kang."

Jin Chao was thinking that a Taoist master on campus seemed like a good premise. He'd read so many novels already, why not try writing one on Qidian? Who knows, he might just go from reader to top author! And that would fulfill his boast about becoming a "literary star"...

Each of the three had their own thoughts.

A boy carrying a washbasin filled with clothes passed by them.

The boy, Wu Chenhui, is a third-year international trade major. He saw the flyer when he was on his way to class and was immediately interested.

Wu Chenhui is a chronic procrastinator. Every time he changes his clothes, he just piles them up and doesn't move them. He only forces himself to wash the clothes when there is only one clean piece left to change into. He won't wash the dirty clothes until there are only two clean pieces left.

Wu Chenhui lived like this for two whole years.

Today, he actually saw that Yangko University of Science and Technology has a laundry room! And the price is not expensive, only 3 yuan a basin. How could he not be tempted?

The flyer also described the laundry service process: drop off your laundry when you're in class and pick it up when you're done, so you don't have to wait around, which is very convenient and saves time.

So Wu Chenhui immediately went back to his dormitory, carried all the clothes he had accumulated over the past few days in a basin, and went to the address written on the flyer, Xiaodong Street, after leaving the dormitory management station.

He easily found the shop, which was located at the very end of the east row.

"It turns out this new store is a laundry room."

A few days ago, when Wu Chenhui passed by, he saw that the place was surrounded by several large partitions, making it look mysterious. He never expected that it would be a laundry room.

He walked into the store and immediately saw the laundry counter. He picked up his basin and went over. "Hello, I'd like to have my clothes washed."

The cashier was a young woman in her early twenties, at most pretty, but quite different from the "beautiful cashier" advertised on the flyer. It's similar to the difference between the beef chunks on instant noodle packaging and the minced beef inside the noodles.

However, Wu Chenhui was just there to do laundry, so he didn't care about that.

The cashier took his basin, grabbed a laundry bag with a large number "8" stamped on it, and stuffed all the clothes from his basin into it.

"3 pieces."

Wu Chenhui took out three coins and gave them to her.

The cashier pressed the plastic buckle on the wristband attached to the laundry bag, removed it from the "Number 8" laundry bag, swiped the wristband on a card reader, and with a "beep," the card reader flashed green, a mechanical voice announced "Number 8," and the cash register drawer popped open.

She put the coin in and then handed the bracelet to Wu Chenhui.

"Please keep your wristband safe. You can show it when you come to pick up your clothes. If you lose it, you'll have to pay a 10 yuan material fee."

"..."

Wu Chenhui looked at the sign on the sign of this laundry and couldn't help but laugh.

He was bold enough to have already been to two bathhouses in the North Lu District. The wristband of this laundry room was exactly the same as the "VIP wristband" in the bathhouse!

He even hallucinated hearing the familiar voice saying, "One VIP on the third floor."

This boss is hilarious.

Thinking this, Wu Chenhui skillfully put the bracelet on his left wrist, picked up the washbasin, left the laundry room, and went to the classroom for the two morning classes.

When he arrived at the classroom, he habitually sat down in the corner. As soon as he put down the washbasin, his good friend Kong Lin stared at the bracelet on his left wrist.

Kong Lin exclaimed "Damn!" and then lowered his voice, "Wow, Chenhui, you went again yesterday? But how did you get your cards without giving them to you?"

Wu Chenhui explained, "No, this is the wristband for the new laundry service that opened at our school. I just went to their laundry service, and they gave me this wristband so I can use it to pick up my clothes later."

Kong Lin chuckled upon hearing this: "I saw that laundry service's flyer too. Is that what they're doing? Then I really have to go. I'll store my clothes for a couple of days and then go get them washed there."

More students entered the classroom, including two who were wearing Jiahe name tags on their wrists. Naturally, they were pulled aside by their classmates and asked questions.

Soon, everyone in the classroom knew that the owner of Jiahe was a fun-loving person and had even made these kinds of cards. Many students were thinking that after class, they would also go to that shop to send their clothes for cleaning. Whether they actually got their clothes cleaned or not wasn't important; the key was to get a card and have some fun.

It's no wonder college students love trying new things; these people are really bored out of their minds.