Wen Qing opened her eyes again, and what appeared in front of her was the red wooden door of the dormitory bathroom.
There was a slight rustling sound at the door, someone was inside.
After living in the human world and in the dungeon for too long, Wen Qing stared at the door blankly, feeling unreal.
He is back.
At that time... what was he going to do
Wen gently lowered his head, and saw that he was holding the doorknob with one hand and a pack of removable tissues with the other.
He stared at the paper towel for a while, then slowly remembered, it seems that the head of the dormitory asked him to deliver the paper
Wen Qing hesitantly pressed the doorknob and pushed open the bathroom door.
A faint scent of shower gel came over my face. There was a man with a bare upper body standing in front of the washstand. He seemed to have just taken a shower. His black hair was wet. Slowly slide down, hidden in the towel.
The man brushed the hair from his forehead back, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes. His facial features are three-dimensional and deep. If you look closely, there are some western outlines. His black hair and black eyes are traditional Chinese people.
Wen slightly raised his head, staring blankly at the head of the dormitory in front of him.
He didn't know why, he didn't seem to have looked carefully at the head of the dormitory before.
The head of the dormitory in memory had a hazy face.
Now he can see the difference in Io's appearance at a glance.
Io tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing blurted out: "Director, are you a mixed race?"
Io casually threw the towel aside, chuckled and said, "Forget it."
"Doesn't my name look like it?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Now that I think about it, it's pretty similar."
He was a little strange in his heart, why didn't he think about it before
Io, an obvious foreigner's name.
Wen gently lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the bath towel on Io's waist.
Wen Qing looked at the paper towel in her palm again, and asked slowly, "Master, do you still want to wipe it?"
Io paused with his fingertips and explained: "There is no paper in it."
"Not for me."
After speaking, he walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of Wen Qing.
The warm masculine breath enveloped him, Wen Qing's eyelashes twitched, looking at the pectoral and abdominal muscles close at hand, she didn't know where to put her eyes.
"Oh." He replied dryly twice, and quickly handed the tissue to Io.
Not daring to look directly at Io anymore, he turned around and walked to a chair beside him to sit down.
The dormitory is a very common four-person bedroom, with a bed and a table, separate toilet and bathroom.
Wen Qing looked at the arrangement of tables and chairs, the messy pile of books, everything was strange and familiar.
The door of the dormitory was not closed, and some classmates passed by from time to time, smiling and talking about what to eat for dinner, whether to skip class...
Wen pursed his lips lightly, watching his classmates coming and going, in a daze for a long time.
Suddenly, two boys, one tall and one short, appeared in the field of vision, and they strode into 301.
The tall boy walked up to Wen Qing and looked at him suspiciously: "Wen Qing? Why are you sitting on my chair?"
Wen Qing came back to her senses and looked blankly at the other roommate.
He glanced at the messy desktop in front of him again, and realized belatedly that this was not his place.
"Wrong seat." Wen Qing quickly stood up and walked to another clean and tidy table.
After he sat down, he continued to maintain his original posture and original expression.
Song Qiang put down his schoolbag, stared at him for a while, frowned, and called again: "Wen Qing?"
Wen Qing turned to look at them slowly.
These are the other two roommates, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng.
301 was re-established in the sophomore year. There are four people in one dormitory and three majors. Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng are in the same major. There are also more contacts.
Wen Qing asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"
Song Qiang looked down, his face was neither good-looking nor ugly, it was more like he was out of shape.
He said, "We should be asking you what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Wen shook his head lightly, and said vaguely, "I'm just a little tired."
Song Qiang remembered that he had no class this afternoon, not because of class.
After pondering for a while, he asked, "Is it about tutoring? That brat is disobedient?"
"How about I find you a new one."
Wen smiled lightly 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, rolled up his sleeves, "I told that bitch that Wen Qing is not gay, how the hell dare to pester you?"
Although Xu Fengfeng has a baby face, he has a bigger temper than anyone else.
"I'm fucking going to find him right now."
Wen Qing hurriedly pulled him back: "It's not this either."
He had no memory of who they were talking about.
Wen Qing quickly said: "It's not because of other things, but because of myself..."
He paused and said vaguely, "It's my own fault."
Own? Xu Fengfeng frowned: "What—"
Before he could say the word, he was grabbed by Song Qiang beside him.
Song Qiang gave him a wink, signaling him not to ask.
They all have a general understanding of Wen Qing's family situation, they grew up in an orphanage.
Xu Fengfeng's expression also changed, and he immediately said, "By the way, our college has issued scholarships today."
"I took 500 yuan, and I will treat everyone to Haidilao tonight!"
Song Qiang cheered up the atmosphere: "Brother Feng, five hundred yuan is not enough for me to eat alone, let's add some more."
Xu Fengfeng immediately said to Wen Qing: "Then we should go eat alone. For Wen Qing and I, five hundred yuan is enough."
"Zizi—"
The phone on the table vibrated.
Wen Qing followed the sound and saw that there was a black mobile phone on the table.
He was used to the life without a mobile phone, and after a while, he realized that it was his mobile phone.
Someone is texting him.
I clicked on WeChat and saw that it was a part-time tutor job.
Xuanxuan's mother: [Teacher Wen, Xuanxuan is not feeling well these days, so he can't make up lessons for the time being.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [I will contact you when he recovers.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [I have already transferred the tuition fee for last time to your Alipay.]
Wen Qing: [Okay, thank you.]
After replying to the message, Wen lightly opened the address book, looked at the dean's mother's phone number, got up and walked to the balcony.
"Beep-beep-"
Wen Qing's heart was beating like a drum, until the phone was connected, and a kind and gentle female voice came, and the beating heart gradually returned to calm.
He opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.
"Xiao Qing? Why don't you speak?"
Wen exhaled lightly, and responded in a low voice: "I 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?"
"It's nothing." Wen cleared his throat lightly, blinking the moisture from his eyes, "I've got a bit of a cold."
Dean: "Remember to take medicine, don't hold on."
Wen Qing hummed, and said, "I'll look for you at night."
The dean smiled: "There is a charity dinner tonight, and the orphanage will also participate. I probably won't be able to go back until very late."
Wen Qing immediately said: "Then I will go tomorrow."
"Okay," the dean paused, and asked with concern, "Is there really nothing happened?"
"No," Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said softly, "It just feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."
"I miss you a little bit."
Standing on the balcony, Wen Qing looked at the chatting and laughing roommates in the dormitory, and heard the voice of the dean's mother, and gradually felt like returning to the real world.
After chatting with the dean's mother for a while, Wen Qing hung up the phone.
Just as he was about to put away his phone, a text message from the bank popped up on the screen.
[Your account ending in 7580 earned 1000000000.00 yuan on October 15.]
Seeing the long string of zeros, Wen Qing was stunned, and he quickly dialed the bank.
"Hello? Hello, my account suddenly received a large sum of money. It seems that the transfer was wrong?"
A sweet female voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Sir, please provide your bank card number and ID number."
Wen Qing reported the truth.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
"Hello, Mr. Wen, there is no error in this transfer..." The female voice suddenly became softer in the middle of speaking, and the person who answered the phone was replaced by a man.
"Mr. Wen? Do you have any thoughts on financial management at present?"
Wen Qing didn't respond to the topic of financial management, and asked, "Is there a mistake in the transfer? Who gave me the money?"
"Sorry, we can't provide the corresponding information here. Our bank has just launched a new investment and wealth management project, and the annualized rate is very high."
"If it's convenient for you, why don't you come to the bank and talk about 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, clicked on the mobile banking app, and read it carefully.
Still countless zeros.
Song Qiang's voice sounded in the dormitory: "By the way, Wen Qing, I brought your courier back for you."
Wen Qing walked out of the balcony, a little confused: "What express delivery?"
"I don't know," Song Qiang pointed to the courier box on his desk, and muttered, "This SF Express even wants to check my ID card and ask me to take a photo with the courier."
"Did you buy anything valuable?"
Wen gently lowered his head and looked at the sticker on the outer package of the express delivery.
It's his name and phone number.
What did he buy before
Wen Qing opened the package while reminiscing, and had no impression of online shopping at all.
Inside the express box is a small box with exquisite workmanship, with a pink bow tied on the top.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, it didn't look like something he bought by himself.
Untie the bow and open the lid.
I saw a red book and a key lying quietly in the box.
On the cover of the red book, there are six big characters "Housing Ownership Certificate".
Wen Qing: "???"
He opened the real estate certificate in disbelief, and his name was clearly written on it.
Wen Qing was even more confused.
How did he inexplicably receive a huge sum of money? And this house
Who gave it to him
Does the real estate certificate need to be presented in person
Thinking about it, Wen Qing stared blankly, and played back the conversation between himself and 001 in his mind.
[If the player passes this advanced task and then goes home, will he leave with the props and property here, or will he leave the house completely?]
[I won't let you leave the house.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she tentatively called out in her heart: [001?]
No response.
001 is no more.
He lowered his eyes, and a hand with sharp bones suddenly appeared in front of him, with bent fingers, it tapped on the table carelessly.
"Drink milk tea?"
Io's voice sounded overhead.