“Brother Sui, I miss you so much!” Little Fatty whimpered, “I really can’t stand a day without you here.”
Tong Sui had already gotten used to his flamboyance. “It’s because you couldn’t copy my homework during the assessment, right?”
Little Fatty replied, “Uh-oh, you found me out.”
“But Brother Sui, why did the Night King look for you? What did he need help with that took so long?”
Tong Sui blushed and tugged at his collar, “It’s nothing specific, just some personal matters that are not easy to discuss.”
“Oh, I see.” Little Fatty continued, “Brother Sui, we helped bring your luggage back. And you probably don’t know, but that Zhou Yi got it really bad.”
Huang Mao said, “I heard he dropped out and is going to jail; his dad also got dismissed. It’s quite satisfying.”
“What astonishes me most is that Duan Jiamu from the Command department is actually the crown prince. Thankfully, I didn’t offend him.”
“Then Brother Sui is the life-saver of the crown prince. Wow, you can brag about this for a lifetime!”
Tong Sui listened to their discussions.
He began organizing his luggage; there really wasn’t much to pack. He simply put his things in order and then flopped onto the bed.
He had been sleeping so poorly these past few days.
Even though Ye Linyuan gave him time to rest, the long exercise sessions had exhausted him, making him exceptionally sleepy. As soon as he touched the bed, his eyelids grew heavy, and he didn’t even check if the dorm lights were still on; he just lay on his side and fell fast asleep.
When the other roommates saw him like this, they quietly lowered their voices.
Little Fatty couldn’t help but click his tongue.
The Night King was quite harsh; he returned people in such a tired state.
Tong Sui slept soundly, and by the time he woke up again, it was already night.
There was no one in the dorm.
It was pitch dark all around.
How long had he slept?
Rubbing his eyes as he sat up, he heard the system say: [The villain really acts like a villain; he almost drained you completely.]
It suddenly felt that the host had it quite tough.
Every frame of the mosaics reflected a host being tormented.
Tong Sui turned on his light brain and glanced at the time.
It was already six in the evening.
He had slept through the entire day and missed all his classes.
Ye Linyuan had sent him several messages.
Ye Linyuan: [I asked for leave for you; rest well in the dorm today.]
Ye Linyuan: [Did you fall asleep?]
Ye Linyuan: [I got a bit busy today and couldn’t cook. I’ve asked a nutritionist to prepare a meal for you, and someone is bringing it over. Remember to eat well when you wake up.]
Ye Linyuan: [Still not awake?]
Tong Sui replied: [Just woke up, orz]
Ye Linyuan replied almost instantly: [Don’t eat the lunch; I’ll have someone bring you new food.]
Ye Linyuan: [Are you feeling unwell?]
Tong Sui: [I’m fine.]
Aside from feeling a bit dazed from sleeping too long and having a slightly dry throat, he felt nothing else out of the ordinary.
Not long after he replied, he washed his face and came out, only to hear a knock on the door.
Tong Sui opened the door.
It was a familiar-looking assistant. “The Dean sent this for you, and there’s also this.”
Tong Sui glanced at the small bag, which contained a bottle of medicinal oil for treating back pain.
“……”
Blushing, Tong Sui accepted it, closing the door behind him.
His light brain beeped.
Ye Linyuan: [Did you receive it?]
Tong Sui: [You think too lowly of me! I’m not at the level of needing to apply medicinal oil. Hmph.]
Ye Linyuan: [Who was crying about back pain?]
Tong Sui: [I don’t know; anyway, it’s not me.]
Tong Sui opened the heavy thermal bag. Inside, besides the meal box, there was also a bowl of soup.
When he opened it, a fragrant medicinal aroma wafted out.
The soup was milky white.
The chicken was tender, and there were many herbs he couldn’t identify.
Tong Sui blushed and took a picture to send him.
Tong Sui: [Isn’t this a bit too nourishing?]
Ye Linyuan: [The doctor said you’ve been malnourished for a long time.]
Tong Sui: [You tell me. What’s so bad about me?]
Was his performance that bad?
Although he was a bit more prone to tears, that couldn’t be entirely blamed on him.
After all, Ye Linyuan was always so proactive and fierce about these things.
Ye Linyuan had just finished processing part of the accumulated paperwork when he saw the message sent by Tong Sui while flipping through another book.
He smirked slightly.
He could almost imagine Tong Sui frowning slightly, pouting in distress on the other side of the light brain.
He was just about to type a reply when he saw a message pop up ahead of him.
Tong Sui: [Next time I’ll take initiative myself!]
Ye Linyuan raised an eyebrow, and his neck, injected with pheromones, felt slightly itchy.
Ye Linyuan: [Are you sure?]
Tong Sui snorted and thought, What does that mean? How could he ask him back? Did he look down on him!
Tong Sui: [Absolutely sure!]
Ye Linyuan: [Okay, then eat well, and next time you’ll make me see you in a new light.]
Of course!
Tong Sui picked up a spoon, completely unaware that he had fallen into a trap, obediently sipping the medicinal chicken soup.
Although the smell was weird, it actually tasted quite good.
Halfway through his meal, the dormitory door opened, and a few people exclaimed, “What’s that smell? Traditional Chinese medicine?”
“Brother Sui, you’re awake!”
Little Fatty saw the meal box on Tong Sui’s desk. “Someone brought you food again. Huh, what’s this——”
He picked up the medicinal oil that Tong Sui had forgotten to hide.
“Don’t.”
Tong Sui reached out to take it, but Little Fatty had already opened it ahead of time.
“Medicinal oil? Brother Sui, did you injure yourself?” Little Fatty asked. “Did the Night King make you do physical work?”
“……” Tong Sui replied, “Pretty much.”
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