Reborn not to be a beast of burden, I set the rules.

Around 2 PM, in the dormitory, Chen Mo closed the book "History of Western Philosophy" in his hand.

He glanced out the window; the sun was shining brightly, and the sycamore leaves were swaying in the wind.

He took his wallet out of the cabinet and went downstairs to the supermarket.

I carried two large bags full of oranges, melon seeds, and peanuts back home.

Pushing open the door to room 204, I found someone inside.

Zhou Lei sat in front of the computer playing CrossFire, with the "Fire in the hole" sound effect coming from the speakers.

Lin Hao was lying on the bed talking on his phone, his suitcase still leaning against the corner of the wall, unpacked.

"Hey, Chen Mo?" Zhou Lei turned his head and glanced at him. "Why did you buy so much food?"

Chen Mo put down the bag, took out a few oranges, and handed one to Zhou Lei.

Zhou Lei took it, but Lin Hao waved his hand and refused.

"I brought some fruits for everyone, please have a taste."

Chen Mo peeled an orange, ate a segment, and said, "Ye Ming made a game that's about to launch. He needs people to help write the event database, and he's willing to pay."

Zhou Lei became interested: "What game? Let me see."

Chen Mo pulled a confidentiality agreement from his bag: "If you want to play, you have to sign this first. It's just a formality, in case something goes wrong."

Zhou Lei took it, glanced at it, and laughed: "Oh, still keeping it a secret?"

He tossed the agreement aside, turned back to playing his game, and said, "Forget it, too much trouble."

Lin Hao didn't look up from beginning to end.

Chen Mo didn't say much, picked up the remaining fruits and went out the door.

The corridor was quiet. He walked deeper into the building, asking about the dormitories further away first.

Knock on the first door, and you'll see a few people playing cards inside.

He distributed the oranges in a circle and explained his purpose.

The man took the orange, listened to him say "we need to sign an agreement," looked at each other, shook his head, and the door closed.

The second room was empty.

In the third room, a boy listened to his explanation and was willing to give it a try.

Chen Mo handed over the agreement, and the man looked at it for a long time, asked a few questions, and finally returned it: "Never mind, too much trouble."

The fourth room, the fifth room, the sixth room...

Many oranges were distributed, but not a single person agreed to participate.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry; this was expected. He continued walking forward, carrying the bag, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

He returned from the depths of the corridor and stopped at the door of room 205.

The door was ajar, and a whiff of smoke drifted out, making him wince.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Pushing open the door, I was enveloped in smoke, making it hard to open my eyes.

Zhang Jian had just finished doing push-ups and was wiping away sweat.

Chen Yu sat at his desk reading, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

Ma Teng lay on the upper bunk flipping through "Records of the Grand Historian," occasionally fanning the air in front of him with his hand.

Tenzin Phuntsok sat in front of his computer playing games, wearing headphones, a cigarette between his fingers, the ash long enough to fall onto the keyboard. He showed no reaction to what was happening at the door.

Chen Mo distributed the oranges to Zhang Jian, Chen Yu, and Ma Teng.

Zhang Jian took it and peeled it. Chen Yu put it on the table, and Ma Teng reached out from the upper bunk to take one.

"I brought some fruits for everyone, please have a taste."

Chen Mo peeled one for himself, took a bite, and then took out the agreement.

"Ye Ming has developed a game that's about to launch. He needs people to help write the event database, and it's a paid service. If you want to play, sign up first."

Zhang Jian took the agreement, signed it without even looking at it closely, and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

He played two rounds, then slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "This thing is interesting! Okay, I'll help him!"

Chen Yu also signed up and played a game.

He played slowly, carefully observing each move, and it took him more than ten minutes to complete a game.

After staring at the ending on the screen for a while, I muttered, "It's quite touching. How much?"

"200 for 100 yuan. Shall we go to the server room together this afternoon?"

Chen Yu nodded.

Ma Teng climbed down from the top bunk, signed the agreement, and played a few rounds: "This is interesting, I'll join too."

Tenzin Phuntsok never looked back from beginning to end.

The cigarette ash finally fell and landed on the keyboard, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

Chen Mo glanced at him but didn't call out.

He couldn't stand the smell of smoke in the room, so he left half of the fruit and turned to leave.

He came out of 205 and stopped at the door of 203.

Knock on the door, and there are four people inside.

Wang Chao leaned against the headboard playing on his phone, Zhao Kai lay on the table playing games, Adil leaned against the bedside with his injured arm draped over the blanket, and Li Bo was flipping through a book of essay writing.

"Brother Mo?" Zhao Kai looked up.

Chen Mo distributed the oranges around. Zhao Kai took one and ate it, Adil smiled and took it, placing it on the bedside table, Li Bo took it and placed it on the table, Wang Chao didn't touch it, and Chen Mo didn't insist on giving it to him.

Chen Mo peeled one for himself, took a bite, and said, "Ye Ming made a game, it's about to launch. He needs people to help write the event database, it's paid. If you want to play, sign up for this first."

He handed the agreement to Zhao Kai.

Zhao Kai took the orange, looked at it, then at the orange in his hand, and smiled: "So formal?"

Chen Mo nodded: "It's always better to be careful."

Zhao Kai didn't say much, put down the oranges, took the pen, and signed his name.

Chen Mo pushed the computer over and played a game, but it was unremarkable.

Another game started, but it was still not very interesting.

He scratched his head, started another game, and this time he was lucky, living a long and smooth life until he was over eighty.

In the next game, I chose a bizarre attribute: bankruptcy in middle age and a miserable old age.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "This thing's interesting. Okay, I'll help you. How much per piece?"

"200 for 100 yuan. Shall we go to the server room together this afternoon?"

Zhao Kai nodded: "Okay, Brother Mo."

Wang Chao scoffed from the side, "Signing an agreement for a crappy game? Is it really necessary?" He turned over and continued playing on his phone.

This guy is all talk and no action; if there were a real chance to make big money, he'd be the first to step up.

Chen Mo didn't show it on his face, he just smiled.

Li Bo held the orange, unpeeled, glanced up at it, then looked down again to continue flipping through the essay papers: "I won't get involved, you guys do it."

Adil smiled at Chen Mo, waved his hand, and didn't say anything.

Chen Mo put away the agreement, leaving behind some melons and fruits.

He came out of 203 and headed towards 202.

Sun Cheng opened the door.

There were three people inside the room.

Sun Cheng's bed was neatly made, Zhou Hang was sitting at his desk reading an English book, and Luo Chuan was leaning against the headboard flipping through a civil service exam textbook, the pages of which were already curled up.

"I brought some fruits for everyone, please have a taste."

Chen Mo handed over the oranges.

Sun Cheng took it, Zhou Hang waved his hand and refused, Luo Chuan took it and placed it on the bedside table, his eyes still fixed on the book.

Chen Mo took out the agreement and handed it to Sun Cheng: "Ye Ming made a game, it's about to launch. He needs someone to help write the event database, it's a paid service. If you want to play, sign this first. Shall we go to the server room together this afternoon?"

Sun Cheng took the agreement, looked at it, and then looked at Chen Mo.

He recalled the last time the scammers were exposed; Ye Ming had stood up for them and called them reliable.

He didn't ask any questions, took the pen, and signed his name.

Chen Mo pushed the computer over and played two games. One was uneventful, and the other was disastrous.

He started another game and was lucky; he lived to be over ninety and had many children and grandchildren.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, this project is interesting, count me in. How much do we pay?"

"200 for 100 yuan."

Sun Cheng nodded.

Zhou Hang leaned over for a glance, said nothing, and then sat back down to read his English book.

Luo Chuan shook his head: "I won't get involved, you guys do it." After saying that, he continued to look down at his essay.

Chen Mo put away the agreement, leaving behind some melons and fruits.

Before leaving, he glanced at the well-worn textbook in Luo Chuan's hand.

This person should be able to pass the exam in the future.

After leaving room 202, he knocked on several more doors. Some were empty, some were waved off, and some were simply closed.

He didn't pay much attention, asking questions as he walked, distributing oranges as he went, and the bag got lighter and lighter.

On his way back to 204, he counted the people who had agreed: Zhao Kai, Zhang Jian, Chen Yu, Sun Cheng, and Ma Teng, who said he would come back to check.

Five is enough.

He pushed open the door to room 204, and Zhou Lei was still playing CrossFire, with the same sound effects coming from the speakers.

Lin Hao was still talking on his phone, not even looking up.

Chen Mo put the remaining fruits on the table, sat down at his desk, and continued to flip through his unfinished book, "A History of Western Philosophy".

Around 3 a.m., he closed his book and got up to call someone.

Arriving at room 203 first, Zhao Kai was already waiting: "Brother Mo, shall we go now?"

"Walk."

Then, in 205, Zhang Jian, Chen Yu, and Ma Teng were all present.

Tenzin Phuntsok was still playing games and smoking, without even turning his head.

Finally, at room 202, Sun Cheng closed the book and stood up: "Let's go."

Chen Mo led five people toward the computer room. Sunlight slanted into the corridor, and footsteps echoed.