We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Lu Wenbo's phone screen was still lit up, and Wang Yao's message "I'm on my period" was clearly displayed in the chat box.

Sun Haoyu, who was originally half-squatting on the edge of the bed, suddenly lit up his eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

With a "whoosh," he stood up, turned around, and lunged at his desk drawer.

"Old Lu, I remember the pack of sanitary napkins I bought during the day was in the second drawer!"

"Are you fucking crazy! Come back here!"

Lu Wenbo reacted extremely quickly, not even bothering to throw away his phone. He leaned half his body over the edge of the iron bed and tightly strangled Sun Haoyu's neck and shoulders.

Chen Zhiqiang, who had also been watching the screen nearby, was startled and pounced on it.

He slid down to his knees in the aisle and grabbed Sun Haoyu's thick thigh, which was about to step into the drawer, with both hands.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, looked at this farce, helplessly pinched his brow, and sighed.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Wenbo lowered his voice, speaking at a machine-gun-like pace: "Old Sun has gone mad! He's going to deliver sanitary napkins to the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night!"

Ye Chen was stunned for half a second.

He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The dim light shone on Sun Haoyu's face, which was contorted with excitement, giving the whole scene a suffocating sense of absurdity.

Ye Chen looked at Sun Haoyu, who was wriggling in Lu Wenbo's arms like a maggot, and his lips twitched violently twice.

"Old Sun, did you get your brain squeezed by a door?" Ye Chen grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, cursing mercilessly.

"At 10 PM, you're rushing into the girls' dormitory with a pack of sanitary napkins? Are you trying to be a nice guy or a creep?"

"Huh?" Sun Haoyu was still confused.

Lu Wenbo's face turned red with embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth as he retorted, "What the hell! Just imagine that scene yourself!"

"If the dorm supervisor shines a flashlight on you and you're holding a '7 Degrees Space' sanitary pad, yelling 'Li Meng, I've brought you your sanitary pad'... do you believe she'd pin you against the wall with a riot fork right there and then?!"

"Brother, dear brother, please stop your supernatural powers!" Chen Zhiqiang, clinging to Chen Zhiqiang's leg, was almost in tears.

"If the security department takes him to the police station, and we get a school-wide public reprimand tomorrow for 'a male student pulling out a sanitary napkin late at night outside a girls' dormitory,' what will become of the four of us in our dorm?"

After a barrage of questions, Sun Haoyu's "love-struck" fervor finally subsided a bit.

His leg, which had been extended, froze in mid-air, and the strength to struggle dissipated.

He slumped onto the edge of the bed, his mind automatically filling in the blanks of his roommate's words.

In the pitch-black night, holding a pink bag, he looked up and shouted from below the girls' dormitory of the Foreign Languages ​​Department, "Li Meng! I brought you sanitary pads!"

Then the dormitory supervisor rushed out and shone a flashlight in his face.

Then the police sirens blared.

He was then dragged away by two security guards who were holding his arms.

Finally, tomorrow's top story on the school forum is: "Shocking! Computer Science freshman harasses female students in Foreign Languages ​​dormitory late at night with women's items."

Thinking about this terrifying image, Sun Haoyu suddenly shuddered.

"Holy shit..."

He raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead, instantly turning it red.

"Was I out of my mind just now?" Sun Haoyu swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping down his back, and muttered, "Delivering this thing in the middle of the night... does seem a bit perverted."

Seeing that he had finally come to his senses, Chen Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip on his hand. He took two steps back and leaned against the wall, completely exhausted.

Lu Wenbo also collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to cover himself with the blanket, and let out a long sigh while lying on his back.

Then, the four of them were silent for three seconds.

"puff--"

Ye Chen couldn't hold back.

Then Chen Zhiqiang's shoulders started to shake.

Lu Wenbo buried his face in the pillow, and muffled laughter seeped out from under the cotton.

Sun Haoyu couldn't take it anymore. He crouched by the bed, holding his head, feeling both ashamed and scared. His "Holy crap!" was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"What are you laughing at! If you hadn't stopped me, I really would have gone!"

"Then you won't have to do military training tomorrow." Ye Chen leaned back against the headboard, turned off the lamp, and said with a smile in his voice, "You can just stay at the security office."

Sun Haoyu slunk back to his bunk, pulled the blanket up to his chin, and mumbled, "Then I'll do it tomorrow..."

"We'll talk about tomorrow's problems tomorrow." Ye Chen closed his eyes. "Let's go to sleep first."

"……oh."

The dormitory finally quieted down.

About thirty seconds later, Sun Haoyu's voice came from the darkness again, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"But she really doesn't hate me, right?"

No one answered.

Five more seconds passed.

Lu Wenbo turned over, his voice muffled: "No, go to sleep."

Sun Haoyu buried his face in the pillow and silently grinned.

The next morning at 6:10.

Before the alarm clock rang, Ye Chen had already opened his eyes.

The light filtering through the gaps in the curtains was already quite bright.

In early September, Shanghai was still experiencing the lingering heat of late summer, with the air already thick with sultry humidity at six in the morning.

Ye Chen rolled out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and glanced at the weather forecast on his phone.

35 degrees Celsius, feels like 38 degrees Celsius, and has an extremely high UV index.

He opened the drawer and laid out the items he had bought yesterday one by one on the table.

"Get up."

Sun Haoyu let out a muffled groan, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Lu Wenbo was quick; he sat up as soon as he heard the noise, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

At 6:20, all the students in dormitory 417 finished washing up and started changing clothes.

After putting on their camouflage uniforms, the four of them squatted on the ground and, following the steps Ye Chen had taught them yesterday, tore open the packaging, peeled off the oil paper, and neatly stuck the sanitary napkins into the bottoms of their rubber shoes.

Sun Haoyu was the most skilled, after all, he had practiced it once yesterday.

He put on his shoes, tied the shoelaces, stood up, and stomped his feet twice on the ground.

"Comfortable." He looked completely at ease, walking around the dormitory twice, his steps light as if he were walking on clouds.

"I feel like I'm walking on air, guys! This feeling of stepping on poop is amazing!"

Chen Zhiqiang also stood up, shuffled his feet on the ground, relaxed his brows, and muttered softly, "It's definitely much more comfortable than not having a mat."

Lu Wenbo put on his shoes, then picked up the sunscreen from the table and squeezed out a large dollop to apply to his neck and arms.

"Come on, put it all on. Old Ye said it's 35 degrees today, if you don't put it on, you'll get sunburned and your skin will peel."

The four men helped each other rub the back of their necks. Sun Haoyu lost control of his strength and slapped Chen Zhiqiang, causing him to stumble forward.

"Be gentle!"

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped."

At 6:40, all the students in dormitory 417 stepped out of the dormitory building with high spirits and headed towards the south playground.

Boys from other dormitories gradually gathered in the same direction along the way.

Most people weren't fully awake yet, sporting dark circles under their eyes, and shuffling forward.

Sun Haoyu walked at the front, his steps large and light, a stark contrast to the classmates beside him who looked utterly dejected.

"Hey, with this much excitement right now," he nudged Lu Wenbo next to him with his elbow, boasting smugly.

"Believe it or not, I could stand here all day without even breaking a sweat!"

Ye Chen walked behind, hands in his pockets, and slowly splashed a basin of cold water:

"Shut up already. You're going to hurt your back if you brag too much. Don't come crying to me for help when we're standing at attention later."