Because the issue had been successfully resolved, Qin Xiaomeng, wrapped in her blanket, excitedly rolled around on the bed, all the while making strange yelling sounds, just like a kitten that had just eaten a catnip lollipop.
In a place hidden from Qin Xiaomeng’s view, her roommate’s gaze, filled with care for the intellectually disabled, gradually deepened, mixed with a touch of motherly gentleness, "This child must be having problems due to too much pressure, try to be nicer to her from now on."
After venting on the bed for a while, Qin Xiaomeng suddenly remembered that ’Heavenly Destiny Master’ seemed to have sent her a new account. Now that her old account had been banned, she might as well check out this new one.
After logging into the game with the new account on her phone, Qin Xiaomeng habitually opened the inventory and was immediately blinded by a huge pile of Krypton Gold skins, "Ahhhhhh! Heavenly Destiny Master is treating me too well?! Is this new account even stronger than my old one?!"
Though initially saddened by the ban of her old account, Qin Xiaomeng immediately threw that concern to the back of her mind; perhaps this was just a case of loving the new and hating the old.
But after the excitement, Qin Xiaomeng immediately sensed something off, "Why would Heavenly Destiny Master have this kind of new account? Could it be that the cyber police are actually involved with this? Can they modify game data? But it seems unlikely for the cyber police to be that powerful."
However, after slightly struggling with the thought for a while, Qin Xiaomeng simply gave up thinking about it. After all, she was already benefitting from it, so knowing the process was pointless.
After successfully rescuing ’Damsel in Distress’ Qin Xiaomeng, a pleased Zhang Yanhang opened his phone again and suddenly realized that the group leader had replied to his message a while ago, but he hadn’t noticed because he had been busy chatting with Qin Xiaomeng.
But since some time had passed since the group leader’s reply, Zhang Yanhang sent another message to the group leader.
Heavenly Destiny Master: "Are you there?"
Curse Binding Vajra: "Yes, what is it?"
Heavenly Destiny Master: "Are you there?"
After sending the message to the group leader, Zhang Yanhang then began to rest with his eyes closed, confident that he wouldn’t be disturbed by any scammers this time; he just needed to quietly wait for the group leader’s reply.
Zhang Yanhang quietly waited for two minutes when suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the door, followed by a creaking sound as the old dormitory door was pushed open, and a man slightly shorter than Zhang Yanhang but still over 1.8 meters tall entered the dorm.
Zhang Yanhang opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the newcomer, recognizing him as a classmate from the neighboring dorm, "Sun Jiaming? What brings you here?"
Zhang Yanhang was very accustomed to the sudden entrance of outsiders into the dormitory; after all, their dormitory’s unlocked door was well-known throughout the campus.
Floors one to five, every day, people from other floors would drop by. Regardless of the time or who it might be, their Room 604’s door was always open to everyone, even during sleep hours. The rightful source is novel·fire.net
The reason for this openness was mainly that his roommate was running a small business selling tobacco and alcohol. The internal convenience store at the school neither sold cigarettes nor alcohol, so those wanting them had to leave campus to buy them, which due to the distance, most found inconvenient.
So, to fill this gap, his roommate started this small business, making it convenient for those in the dorm to buy cigarettes and alcohol, earning a small margin in the process.
"I came to see your roommate about something. How come you’re the only one here?" Sun Jiaming had spent the morning in the classroom, so he was already used to Zhang Yanhang’s strange attire and didn’t show any surprise.
"About them? They probably went on a trip for the national holiday and haven’t come back yet. I remember they went somewhere far. It takes several hours by plane, and they also took their girlfriends, so it’s normal that they didn’t manage to come back on time."
Though Zhang Yanhang was familiar with his roommates, he still hadn’t quite fit into their group. Apart from his inherently reclusive personality, there were other secondary reasons, like the fact that all five of them had girlfriends, whereas Zhang Yanhang didn’t.
Even though they had invited Zhang Yanhang to go on the trip with them, he had declined very straightforwardly; he didn’t want to be the fifth wheel, especially not with an extra-large portion of being the third wheel.
Though he wasn’t particularly fond of traveling, he might have accepted the invitation if he had had a girlfriend by his side, but unfortunately, that prerequisite was simply not possible.
"So when are they expected back? They really know how to enjoy themselves, being gone for such a long time." Sun Jiaming had also traveled during the national holiday, after all, with eight days off, not going out seemed a bit of a waste, but he had returned after just five days.
"I don’t know about that, you should ask them yourself. You have their contacts. If it’s about buying cigarettes or alcohol, just take what you need from the cupboard, you know the prices. Just scan and pay after you make your choice." Zhang Yanhang fluently took out a bunch of cabinet keys from a drawer and placed them on the table.
"I’m not here to buy cigarettes or alcohol; it’s something else."
Sun Jiaming shook his head, but while speaking, his eyes involuntarily drifted to an object on the table, not the cabinet keys that Zhang Yanhang had just taken out, but the M9 military pistol that Zhang Yanhang had used to scare Qin Xiaomeng and then forgotten to put away.
"When did you start getting into this? This pistol’s craftsmanship looks so realistic."
After all, being classmates for over a year, Sun Jiaming was quite familiar with Zhang Yanhang, but he didn’t remember him having this hobby, though Zhang Yanhang did sometimes drag him to play FPS games like CSGO.
"Had no choice, it’s all because of life circumstances. If I could, I wouldn’t want to mess with this kind of stuff."
Zhang Yanhang sighed and then casually handed the M9 military pistol to the eager Sun Jiaming. He could see the longing in Sun Jiaming’s eyes, as no man disliked playing with guns. Besides, since they were acquaintances, lending it to him for a while wasn’t a big deal.
"It’s pretty heavy." Sun Jiaming, after taking the pistol, felt as if he had just gained a two or three-pound iron lump in his hand, surprisingly heavy, but this further evidenced the high fidelity of the replica gun.