Wen Qing opened his eyes again, and in front of him was the red wooden door of the dormitory bathroom.
There was a slight rustling sound from the door, indicating someone was inside.
Having lived in the human world and in the dungeon for too long, Wen Qing stared at the door in a daze, feeling a sense of unreality.
He is back.
What was he planning to do at that time?
Wen Qing lowered his head and saw that he was holding the door handle with one hand and a pack of tissues in the other.
He stared at the tissue for a long time, and slowly remembered that it seemed that the dormitory head asked him to deliver the tissue?
Wen Qing hesitantly pressed the door handle and pushed open the bathroom door.
The faint scent of shower gel wafted into my face. A man with his upper body naked stood in front of the washstand. He looked like he had just finished a shower. His black hair was wet, and water droplets dripped down his hair onto his body, slowly sliding down his muscles and disappearing into the bath towel.
The man casually brushed the hair on his forehead to the back of his head, revealing his sharp eyebrows. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep. If you look closely, you can see some Western features. His black hair and black eyes are traditional Chinese.
Wen Wei raised his head slightly and stared blankly at the dormitory head in front of him.
He didn't know why, but he never seemed to have looked closely at the dormitory head's face before.
The face of the dormitory head in my memory was also blurry.
Now, he could tell at a glance that Io looked different.
Io tilted his head, eyebrows raised slightly: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing blurted out: "Dormitory head, are you mixed-blood?"
Io casually tossed the towel aside and chuckled, "Forget it."
“Isn’t my name like that?”
Wen Qing whispered, "Now that I think about it, they are quite similar."
He felt a little puzzled. Why didn't he think more about it before?
Yiou, this is obviously a foreign name.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the towel around Io's waist.
Wen Qing looked at the tissue in his palm again and asked slowly, "Dormitory Head, do you want to wipe it again?"
Io paused and explained, "There's no paper in it."
"It's not what I want to use."
After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of Wen Qing.
The warm masculine scent enveloped her, and Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. Looking at the chest and abdominal muscles so close to her, she didn't know where to put her eyes.
"Oh oh." He responded dryly twice and quickly stuffed the tissue to Io.
Not daring to look Io in the face anymore, he turned around and sat down on a chair nearby.
The dormitory is a very ordinary four-person dormitory with a bed above and a desk below, and a separate toilet and bathroom.
Wen Qing looked at the arrangement of tables and chairs, and the messy piles of books. Everything seemed strange yet familiar.
The door to the dormitory was not closed, and classmates would pass by from time to time, laughing and talking about what to eat in the evening and whether to skip classes...
Wen Qing pursed her lips and watched her classmates coming and going, in a trance for a long time.
Suddenly, two boys, one tall and one short, appeared in the field of vision. They strode into 301.
The tall boy walked up to Wen Qing and looked at him in confusion: "Wen Qing? Why are you sitting on my chair?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and looked at the other roommate blankly.
He glanced at the messy table in front of him again, and realized belatedly that this was not his seat.
"You're sitting in the wrong place." Wen Qing quickly stood up and walked to another clean and tidy table.
After he sat down, he continued to maintain the original posture and expression.
Song Qiang put down his schoolbag, stared at him for a while, frowned, and called out again: "Wen Qing?"
Wen Qing slowly turned his head to look at them.
These are the other two roommates, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng.
301 was reorganized in the sophomore year, with four people in one dormitory, from three majors. Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng were in the same major and went in and out together all day. Compared to the two of them, Wen Qing and Yi Ou had similar course schedules, so they had more contact with each other.
Wen Qing asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"
Song Qiang lowered his head and looked at him. His expression was neither good-looking nor ugly. It seemed more like he was not in good shape.
He said, "We should ask you what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Wen Qing shook his head and said vaguely, "I'm just a little tired."
Song Qiang remembered that he had no classes this afternoon, and it couldn't be because of the class.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is it about the tutor? Is that kid disobedient?"
"How about I find you a new one?"
Wen smiled and said to him, "No, I'm really fine."
Xu Fengfeng narrowed his eyes: "If it's not a tutor, is that kid pestering you again?"
"Damn it," he cursed in a low voice and rolled up his sleeves, "I've already told that bastard that Wen Qing is not gay, how dare he still pester you?"
Although Xu Fengfeng has a baby face, he has a worse temper than anyone else.
"I'm going to go find him right now."
Wen Qing quickly pulled him back: "That's not it."
He had no idea who they were talking about.
Wen Qing quickly said: "It's not because of anything else, it's just me..."
He paused and said vaguely: "It's my own fault."
Myself? Xu Fengfeng frowned: "Myself what——"
Before he could even utter the word "thing", he was pulled back by Song Qiang beside him.
Song Qiang gave him a look, signaling him not to ask any more questions.
They all had a general understanding of Wen Qing's family situation, as he grew up in an orphanage.
Xu Fengfeng's expression changed, and he immediately said, "By the way, our college is giving out scholarships today."
"I took 500 yuan, and I'll treat everyone to Haidilao tonight!"
Song Qiang livened up the atmosphere: "Brother Feng, five hundred yuan is not enough for me to eat alone, please add some more."
Xu Fengfeng immediately said to Wen Qing: "Then let's go eat alone. Five hundred yuan is enough for Wen Qing and I."
“Sizzle—”
The phone on the table vibrated.
Wen Qing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black cell phone on the table.
He was used to life without a cell phone, and after a while, he slowly realized that it was his cell phone.
Someone was messaging him.
I opened WeChat and saw that it was about a part-time tutoring job.
Xuanxuan's mother: [Teacher Wen, Xuanxuan has been feeling unwell these days and cannot make up lessons for the time being. ]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [I will contact you when he gets better.]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [I have transferred the tuition fee from last time to your Alipay account. ]
Wen Qing: [Okay, thank you.]
After replying to the message, Wen Qing opened the address book, looked at the phone number of the dean's mother, and stood up and walked to the balcony.
“Beep—beep—”
Wen Qing's heart was beating like a drum, until the call was connected and a kind and gentle female voice was heard, and then her pounding heart gradually calmed down.
He opened his mouth, but for a moment no words came out.
"Xiao Qing? Why aren't you talking?"
Wen Qing exhaled and replied softly, "It was a little stuck just now."
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," the dean smiled and said softly, "Why is your voice a little hoarse?"
"Nothing," Wen Qing cleared his throat and blinked away the moisture from his eyes, "I have a slight cold."
Dean: "Remember to take your medicine, don't force yourself."
Wen Qing hummed and said, "I'll come to see you in the evening."
The director smiled and said, "There is a charity dinner tonight and the welfare home will also participate. I will probably be back very late."
Wen Qing immediately said: "Then I'll go tomorrow."
"Okay," the dean paused and asked with concern, "Did nothing really happen?"
"No," Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said softly, "It just feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."
"I missed you a little."
Wen Qing stood on the balcony, watching his roommates chatting and laughing in the dormitory, listening to the voice of the dean's mother, and gradually felt like he had returned to the real world.
After chatting with the dean’s mother for a long time, Wen Qing hung up the phone.
Just as I was about to put away my phone, a text message from the bank popped up on the screen.
[Your account with the last digit 7580 received RMB 1000000000.00 on October 15. ]
Looking at the long string of zeros, Wen Qing was stunned. He quickly dialed the bank.
"Hello? Hello, my account suddenly received a large amount of money. It seems that the transfer was wrong?"
A sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sir, please provide your bank card number and ID number."
Wen Qing reported it truthfully.
"Okay, wait a moment."
"Hello, Mr. Wen, there was no error in this transfer..." The female voice suddenly became softer halfway through her speech, and then the person who answered the phone was a man.
"Mr. Wen, is that you? What are your current thoughts on financial management?"
Wen Qing did not respond to the topic of financial management, and asked: "Is there no mistake in the transfer? Who gave me this money?"
"I'm sorry, we can't provide the relevant information. Our bank has just launched a new investment and financial management project with a very high annualized rate."
"If it's convenient for you, why don't you come to the bank to discuss it in detail?"
The man on the other end of the phone started selling financial management projects again.
Wen Qing hung up the phone silently, opened the mobile banking app, and read it carefully.
Still countless zeros.
Song Qiang's voice rang out from the dormitory: "By the way, Wen Qing, I got your package back for you."
Wen Qing walked out of the balcony, a little confused: "What express delivery?"
"I don't know," Song Qiang pointed at the courier box on his desk and muttered, "SF Express actually asked for my ID card and asked me to take a photo holding the package."
"Did you buy anything valuable?"
Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the label on the outer packaging of the express.
It's his name and phone number.
What did he buy before?
Wen Qing unpacked the package while reminiscing, and had no impression of buying anything online at all.
Inside the express box is a small box with exquisite workmanship and a pink bow tied on the top.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. This didn't look like something he bought himself.
Untie the bow and open the lid.
There was a red book and a key lying quietly in the box.
The cover of the red book has six big words marked on it: “House Ownership Certificate”.
Wen Qing: “???”
He opened the property deed in disbelief, and his name was clearly written on it.
Wen Qing was even more confused.
How did he receive such a huge sum of money and this house out of nowhere?
Who gave it to him?
Doesn’t the person need to be present in person to obtain the property certificate?
Thinking of this, Wen Qing's eyes froze, and he replayed the conversation between himself and 001 in his mind.
[If the player completes this advanced mission and returns home, will he take the props and property here with him or leave with nothing? ]
【I won’t let you leave the house with nothing. 】
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she tentatively called out in her heart: [001? ]
There was no response.
001 is no longer here.
He lowered his eyes, and suddenly a bony hand appeared in front of him, with fingers bent and tapping on the table carelessly.
"Would you like some milk tea?"
Io's voice sounded above his head.
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