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Chapter 57 Roommates

The door opened.

The lighting in the dormitory is quite good.

A typical six-person dormitory room layout.

There are three iron-framed beds on each side, bunk beds.

There was a narrow passageway in the middle, and two old wooden tables were placed near the window.

There was no air conditioning in the room; a green three-bladed electric fan hung from the ceiling, slowly turning.

They were all people who had stood on the podium with him before.

The lower bunk on the left, closest to the door.

Sitting there was a thin, dark-skinned boy.

He was wearing a red T-shirt with the Chicago Bulls logo printed on it.

He was holding a half-eaten apple in his hand.

He's the guy who talked like a machine gun earlier, Wang the taciturn one.

The lower bunk in the middle on the right.

A boy wearing a clean white shirt was sitting there.

The shirt was short-sleeved, and the buttons were fastened meticulously.

He was very handsome, with a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

A very natural and gentle smile played on his lips.

Miao Shi'an.

The upper bunk on the left by the window.

There was a boy who looked very thin, even a little frail.

He was wearing a faded gray short-sleeved shirt.

Holding a slightly damp rag, he was silently wiping the dust off the iron bed railings.

Hearing the door open, he stopped what he was doing and looked over somewhat awkwardly.

Harmony and return.

The lower right bunk by the window.

The best lighting location.

A boy wearing a black sports T-shirt was sitting there.

He was very tall and had broad shoulders.

He was holding a thick book on general physics.

His back was very straight, and the lines of his profile were somewhat cold and hard.

Zhou Kai.

One of the absolute core members of the Provincial Experimental High School.

Four boys.

Four completely different auras.

In addition, an empty bed was used to store luggage.

This small dormitory, room 204, is home to a group of the top physics competition students in the province.

I heard the door open.

All four of them turned their gazes toward the doorway.

They saw Chen Zhuo walk in.

Light gray T-shirt, dark blue shorts.

White canvas shoes.

Wearing glasses.

He was carrying a large, somewhat comical backpack.

He is a little over 1.5 meters tall.

In the dormitory.

An eerie silence descended.

The only sound was the whooshing of the ceiling fan.

They all knew who their last roommate was.

Chen Zhuo, Zeyang No.1 Middle School.

Perfect score in both subjects.

The monster that pinned them all down, including Zhou Kai from the provincial experimental school.

But when the monster actually stood in front of them.

The stark visual contrast left these fifteen- or sixteen-year-old geniuses speechless for a moment.

He looks too ordinary.

He was as ordinary as a first-year junior high student you might pick up off the street.

There were no superhuman abilities or arrogance.

He just stood there quietly.

Wang, who spoke little, was the first to react.

The half apple in his hand paused in mid-air for a moment before he threw it directly into the trash can next to him.

He suddenly jumped out of bed.

He walked a few steps to Chen Zhuo.

A dazzling smile appeared on his dark face.

"Ouch!"

Wang rubbed his hands together, speaking in a familiar tone as if he had known him for eight hundred years.

"You must be Chen Zhuo from Zeyang No. 1 High School, the one who got perfect scores in two subjects?"

"I've heard so much about you! Your reputation is legendary!"

He pointed to himself.

"My name is Wang the Talkative. Although my dad named me Wang the Talkative, I just can't control my mouth. I usually talk a lot, so please don't find me annoying."

He enthusiastically pointed to the only empty lower bunk in the dormitory.

"Come on, come on, your bed is on the lower bunk! We've saved it for you, it's right by the door, so it's easy for you to get in and out."

Chen Zhuo looked at the energetic boy in front of him.

He pushed up his glasses.

He nodded.

"Thank you, my name is Chen Zhuo."

The voice was very calm.

He carried the heavy schoolbag and walked to the empty lower bunk.

A thin layer of straw mat was laid on the wooden bed.

Chen Zhuo placed his schoolbag on the straw mat.

He was about to take out a change of clothes.

He pinched the zipper at the top of the backpack.

The zipper was stretched to its limit by the contents inside.

Chen Zhuo used a little force.

Pull it down.

Sizzle~

The zipper was ripped open with a whoosh at the snap.

It's like a balloon that's bursting.

A scene resembling a mudslide unfolded in dormitory 204.

Two huge packages of Inner Mongolian dried beef jerky, tightly wrapped in kraft paper, rolled out first.

Next came three heavy cans of Merlin brand braised pork and luncheon meat.

Then came several boxes of imported chocolates with exquisitely packaged packaging and foreign lettering.

There were also two cans of Jianlibao.

These things were scattered on the wooden bed.

Because of inertia.

A can of luncheon meat rolled off the edge of the bed.

With a thud.

It hit the floor with a crisp metallic clang.

It rolled and rolled to the middle of the aisle.

In the dormitory.

Once again, deathly silence descended.

Everyone stared at the bed.

Staring at that hardcore ration bed, full of calories and wild flavor.

It has an extremely robust and strong aroma of dried beef.

It has a slightly oily smell.

The scent instantly filled the dormitory.

It completely washed away the faint smell of mothballs.

The upper bunk by the window.

He Gui quickly climbed down the iron ladder.

Some people hurriedly bent down and picked up the can of luncheon meat from the ground.

He walked over to Chen Zhuo's side.

His face turned bright red.

He handed the can over with both hands, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"You, your canned food."

"It's not broken."

Chen Zhuo looked at He Gui's flushed face.

I accepted it.

"Thanks."

the other side.

Miao Shi'an, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't help but sit down.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and chuckled softly.

The laughter was very clear.

He stood up and walked to Chen Zhuo's bedside.

She stretched out her slender fingers and helped Chen Zhuo push the several boxes of chocolates that were scattered on the edge of the bed and were about to fall off back in.

They gathered the two large bags of beef jerky together.

"Auntie has prepared everything very well."

Miao Shi'an looked at the things on the bed, his tone gentle, with a hint of good-natured teasing.

"Is this logistical support they worked overnight to ensure you had enough to eat at the affiliated high school's cafeteria?"

"This truly reflects the hearts of parents everywhere."

Chen Zhuo looked at Miao Shi'an.

He put the can of luncheon meat in his hand aside.

He reached out and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"It's not my mom."

Chen Zhuo's tone remained calm.

"My childhood friend, he's a fortress enthusiast."

He glanced down at the completely ruined zipper.

"The zipper is broken."

Wang, who was standing to the side, was a man of few words.

His eyes were fixed on the bed of supplies, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

"Wow."

Wang, who spoke little, stared wide-eyed.

"Bro, your childhood friend is really reliable!"

He pointed to the several brick-like pieces of Inner Mongolian beef jerky.

"We're here to participate in a physics training camp."

"Still here to survive on a desert island?"

"This reserve should be enough to feed a platoon for three days!"

Chen Zhuo ignored Wang's exaggerated talkativeness.

He stretched out his hand.

From that brown paper package, he pulled out a long, dark red, hard, dried beef jerky.

This thing not only looks hard, but it feels like a wooden stick in your hand.

Chen Zhuo turned around.

My gaze swept across the central aisle.

He looked at Zhou Kai, who was sitting on the lower bunk by the window and hadn't said a word.

Zhou Kai was still holding the book "General Physics" in his hand.

Although he hadn't said a word.

But his gaze had long since shifted away from the book.

They've been watching this side the whole time.

Chen Zhuo held the beef jerky.

He reached out his hand.

They crossed the aisle and stopped in front of Zhou Kai.

He turned his head again and looked at Miao Shi'an, Wang Huashao, and He Gui, who was still somewhat uneasy.

"Want some?"

Chen Zhuo's tone.

It was as casual as asking your roommate what to have for dinner.

There was no showing off, and no formalities.

It was just a very simple question.

"It's a bit hard."

He added another sentence.

At that moment, the air in the dormitory underwent an extremely subtle chemical reaction.

Zhou Kai looked at the greasy jerky that was handed to him.

Look at the hand holding the dried meat.

Then she looked at Chen Zhuo's calm and composed face.

This achievement, in terms of academic performance, brought back his arrogant and overbearing title of first in the entire province for the provincial experimental school.

A ten-year-old rival crushed to pieces.

Now, she's holding a hard, dry piece of beef jerky and asking him if he wants some.

Zhou Kai's jawline tensed slightly.

The corner of his mouth twitched twice in a very subtle way.

It's not a good idea to accept it.

Not answering isn't an option either.

Just as Zhou Kai froze.

A thin, dark hand reached out from the side.

He grabbed the beef jerky from Chen Zhuo's hand.

"Eat! Why aren't you eating!"

Without any hesitation, Wang shrugged off the beef jerky.

He opened his mouth and took a hard bite with his gleaming white teeth.