I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

After seeing the three off, Lin Ran lay on the bed and casually opened the freshman group that Zhao Feiyu had just added him to.

He found the embarrassing antics in the new student group quite amusing.

"I heard that you don't have to go through military training if you're pregnant. Are there any female friends who want to get pregnant? As long as they're in good shape!"

"Seniors, is it okay to bring a Fiji cup during military training?"

"Can our school fence off a plot of land? I want to grow some rice; I don't like the food in the cafeteria."

Suddenly, a person with the ID "傲视狂龙" sent a selfie. He looked like a lizard, which was somewhat atavistic.

[Arrogant Dragon]: Oops, I accidentally posted a selfie in the group chat!

【傲视狂龙】：My friends all say I'm a scumbag, but I've never even been in a relationship. Where can I find the truth in this?

【Arrogant Dragon】: Hahahaha, why is nobody talking in the group?

"Arrogant Dragon" invites "Crazy for Love" to join the group chat.

[Crazy for Love]: This guy is actually kind of handsome.

[AAA Building Materials Brother Lin]: This guy's kind of roguishly handsome, a bit like that Yan guy...

【Awesome Dragon】: Eddie Peng?

【Arrogant Dragon】: Hahahaha, my friend said the same thing.

[AAA Building Materials Brother Lin]: Pi Yan

"Hahahaha," "That's so mean," "I'm dying of laughter"...

【Arrogant Dragon】: Holy crap, what's your major?

[AAA Building Materials Brother Lin]: I don't change my name or surname, Niu Ziyang, Dormitory 509, Building 3.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

After receiving permission, Li Jinhui pushed open the door and came in, holding a blue folder in his hand.

"Brother Hui." Several people in the dormitory greeted Li Jinhui, and Li Jinhui responded to each of them.

Li Jinhui first looked around the dormitory. The four beds were neatly made, the floor was clean, and even the windows were sparkling clean.

"Not bad, it's cleaned quite well."

"It was all thanks to Fourth Brother... oh no, Brother Ran who led us in cleaning up."

Ding Facai, the sycophant, spoke first. Liu and Zhao echoed his sentiments.

These three are waiting for Lin Ran to teach them the secrets of love.

Li Jinhui raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin Ran, who was leaning against the headboard. The freshman had left a good impression on him during the day; he was decisive and efficient, and now it seemed that he also had good organizational skills.

"You've just finished reporting, are you getting used to it?" he asked.

"That's good, Brother Hui."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lin Ran got off the bed. "The dormitory conditions are much better than I expected."

"That's fine then." Li Jinhui opened the folder. "I have a few things to tell you. First, there's a class meeting tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM in classroom 201 of Zhixing Building. No one can be late."

"Secondly, military training will begin the day after tomorrow and last for two weeks. The military training uniforms will be distributed after the class meeting tomorrow."

"Third, tomorrow afternoon we'll pick up the textbooks by class. There are only 8 boys in our class, so you guys will have to help carry them; the girls can't manage."

"Alright, that's all."

Li Jinhui gave a few more instructions on daily life, closed the folder, and prepared to leave.

"Brother Hui," Lin Ran said.

"Have you had dinner yet? If not, how about we eat together?"

He pointed to the other three people, "We four are also planning to go out for a bite to eat. Can you recommend some places to eat nearby?"

This was a natural and thoughtful way of putting it, both inviting Li Qinghui and giving him a choice.

Li Jinhui glanced at his watch: "We haven't eaten yet. Okay, let's eat together. I happen to know a few good restaurants near the school. I'll show you the way."

"Great!" Ding Facai perked up instantly. "Brother Hui's recommendation can't be wrong."

"Brother Hui," Lin Ran spoke again, "You just said there are only 8 boys in our class? Why don't we invite them to come along?"

Seeing that Li Jinhui seemed hesitant, Lin Ran added, "Anyway, we're going to eat with more people, and it'll be more lively. It wouldn't be appropriate to show favoritism."

Li Jinhui thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, they're right across the street in room 509."

Lin Ran was taken aback. Dormitory 509 was our class's? He remembered the lizard demon from earlier.

"I'll go call them." Lin Ran put on a light jacket and walked out.

Two minutes later, Lin Ran came out with four boys. The four of them had obviously been called up at the last minute, and they were getting dressed as they went out.

Li Jinhui was stunned. He thought Lin Ran was just being polite, but he didn't expect him to actually call the person over so quickly.

"Set off!"

In late August, the evening breeze in Jiangning already carried a hint of coolness. The food street was brightly lit, with steam rising from various food stalls, and the air was filled with the aromas of spicy hot pot, barbecue, and milk tea.

The freshmen gathered in small groups, their faces filled with the freshness and excitement of entering university for the first time.

Li Jinhui led the group into a restaurant with private rooms, specializing in Sichuan cuisine.

Upon entering the private room on the second floor, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The round table had ten seats. Li Jinhui naturally took the seat of honor, and Lin Ran's roommates from dormitory 508 also took their seats. However, the students from dormitory 509 did not sit down immediately.

"Liangyou, please sit here," Chen Lei suddenly said, pointing to the seat next to Lin Ran. "It's inconvenient to serve food at the door."

"Yes, it's warm in the middle, and the air conditioner doesn't blow directly on you," Wang Anlin replied.

Their tone was full of concern and caution.

The bespectacled, somewhat thin boy named Niu Liangyou paused for a moment, then sat down in the seat they had designated.

The four people in room 508 looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Li Jinhui explained to the group, "Niu Liangyou is feeling a little...unwell, so please take good care of him."

"Epilepsy," Niu Liangyou added calmly, "occasional seizures that don't affect normal life."

His face remained expressionless, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the chair armrests were somewhat white.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Li Jinhui suggested that everyone introduce themselves first.

"My name is Chen Lei, I'm from Northeast China..."

"Wang Anlin comes from northern Shaanxi..."

"My name is Cao Feng, I'm a local..."

After a quick round of self-introductions, all the dishes were served.

After a few beers, the boys started talking, chatting about high school, their college dreams, and girls.

When Chen Lei talked about playing basketball, he got so excited that he started gesturing wildly. As he spoke, he accidentally patted Niu Liangyou on the shoulder.

The force was not great.

But the next second, Niu Liangyou suddenly yelled and slid off the chair, falling heavily to the ground.

boom--

The chair was knocked over, and the dishes rattled.

Everyone was stunned.

Niu Liangyou lay on the ground, his body began to convulse violently, his limbs thrashed uncontrollably, his head banged against the floor, his eyes rolled back, revealing large areas of white, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

Chen Lei remained in the outstretched position, his face deathly pale. Wang Anlin stood motionless, his mouth agape. Cao Feng dropped his chopsticks to the ground.

Everyone else stood up as well.

Lin Ran, who was sitting next to Niu Liangyou, was the first to react. He quickly moved the chair that had fallen over and grabbed two cushions to put under Niu Liangyou's head to prevent him from getting hurt.

The convulsions gradually stopped.

The action lasted for about ten seconds, but it felt like more than ten minutes to everyone.

Niu Liangyou collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently, a trace of white foam at the corner of his mouth, his unfocused eyes gradually refocusing.

No one spoke; the only sound in the private room was his heavy breathing.