I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 10 Dinner Party
Why the sudden suggestion of a get-together?

Chen Yan swiped his finger across the screen, quickly browsing through the chat history, and soon found the most crucial sentence.

Ding Yang: I'm going abroad to study next semester and probably won't be back before graduation. Since we have some free time, how about we have a get-together? It's on me.

Chen Yan knew Ding Yang fairly well.

In high school, Ding Yang was quite popular due to his enthusiastic and outgoing personality, but his grades were much worse, making him one of the worst students in the class.

After the college entrance examination, because his family was wealthy, Ding Yang chose a Sino-foreign cooperative program. He would spend the first two years in China and the last two years studying in the UK.

Now that I'm suddenly being invited to dinner, it's probably the last time we'll see each other in the next few years.

Just as Chen Yan was still wondering whether or not to attend the dinner party, his phone suddenly rang.

Ding Yang sent him a private message.

Ding Yang: Brother Yan, are you on vacation yet?

[Ding Yang: (Husky peeking out, jpg)]

[Chen Yan: It was just released today.]

[Chen Yan: (Lying down, jpg)]

Ding Yang: You should be free in a couple of days, right? Come join the gathering if you're free.

Ding Yang: I've invited Dazhuang too, so the three of us can get together now.

[Chen Yan: Come whenever you have time. If something comes up, I'll let you know in advance.]

Ding Yang: okok

……

After ending his chat with Ding Yang, Chen Yan put his phone aside and lay down on the bed.

Having finally established a reasonable daily routine, Chen Yan still hopes to maintain it as much as possible.

However, perhaps because he had seen many people talking about high school life in the gaming group, Chen Yan couldn't help but think about high school life before going to sleep.

To be honest, compared to the miserable high school life of many people, Chen Yan's three years of high school were relatively happy overall.

He did plenty of fun, dated a few girlfriends, and while his attitude towards studying wasn't exactly laziness, it was far from diligent. In the end, he managed to get into a top-tier university.

"Ha..." Chen Yan yawned, letting sleepiness wash over him, and then slowly drifted off to sleep.

……

Over the next few days, Chen Yan's life was quite regular.

After getting up, I go downstairs to the breakfast stall for breakfast, and then go home to play all morning. At noon, I either cook something simple myself or find a restaurant downstairs to grab a bite. I spend the entire afternoon writing.

Go for a three-kilometer run outside at 8 pm to prevent your physical fitness from declining due to a lack of exercise.

During this time, Deng Qian would come over from time to time to help Chen Yan cook and clean.

Days passed by, and Chen Yan's life was like a calm river, with no changes except for the occasional ripples caused by the wind.

As for the ripples stirred up by the wind, they are naturally his new book.

Compared to new authors, established authors have a significant advantage: a pre-existing reader base. Even without actively engaging with readers in online book clubs, a few hundred observant readers will notice their new book. Those initial few hundred readers are enough to propel a new book past other new releases and into the recommendation process ahead of the competition.

Chen Yan's current book, with just over 30,000 words, has successfully entered the first round of recommendation competition, which is what online novel authors call a trial recommendation.

Although only 30,000 words have been published so far, Chen Yan already has a total of 200,000 words in his manuscript, which is quite substantial.

"Hurry up and finish the recommendations, hurry up and put it on sale." Looking at the ample stockpile of chapters, Chen Yan stretched and began to look forward to the release of the book.

I'll write 100,000 words a day and give those lazy colleagues a little shock.

……

Half past four in the afternoon.

Chen Yan closed his laptop, ending his writing session half an hour early. He put a box of Gundam models on his right into his shoulder bag, then slung the bag over his shoulder and left home.

As soon as I stepped out of the east gate, I saw a tall, burly man standing across the street.

Upon seeing Chen Yan emerge, the tall, burly man grinned and called out, "Brother Yan, over here."

Chen Yan waved and walked quickly toward him.

The tall, strong man had a name that perfectly suited his physique—Gao Zhuang (meaning "tall and strong").

Chen Yan and Gao Zhuang were truly destined to be together. Whether in junior high or high school, they were in the same class. Their personalities were compatible and they had known each other for a long time, so they naturally became good friends.

"You seem to have gotten even more muscular since you started college," Chen Yan remarked, looking at Gao Zhuang's bear-like physique. "Have you been lifting weights at school every day?"

"Last semester I joined the school's fighting club and also worked out a bit more to build up my muscles." Gao Zhuang chuckled, scratching his head, looking honest and simple.

"You...fighting club?" Chen Yan gave a thumbs up, his eyes filled with the absurdity of "a pro going to play in a low-level game," and retorted, "What grudge do you have against that club?"

Chen Yan's words were not an exaggeration at all. After all, the two had known each other since junior high school and had visited each other's homes quite often, so they had a certain understanding of each other's family backgrounds.

Gao Zhuang's family owns a wrestling gym, and Gao Zhuang himself started training in wrestling with his father when he was six years old.

Chen Yan couldn't think of any other reason why such a fierce person would join the university fighting club, except that he had a grudge against a member of the club.

"No, I just suddenly wanted to practice my standing techniques, but I don't have the budget, so I can only do it temporarily in the club." The tall, strong man's gaze fell on Chen Yan's bag, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"Brother Yan, have you prepared a farewell gift for Ding Yang?"

"It's ready, a Gundam model." Chen Yan patted his bag and asked, "What's the situation on your end?"

"I bought it." Gao Zhuang gave an OK sign, a satisfied smile on his face after doing something bad. "I gave him a masturbation sleeve, a big brand one, it cost me over three hundred yuan."

"Cough cough." Chen Yan couldn't hold back. Although he knew that his friend seemed honest and simple, but was actually a bit abstract, he still didn't expect him to give him something like this.

"What did Ding Yang say?" Chen Yan was very curious about Ding Yang's reaction when he received the gift.

"He called me later and scolded me, but then said he would cherish the cup and try to use it forever..." Gao Zhuang couldn't help but laugh at the end.

"It's too abstract." Chen Yan rubbed his face and said, "Let's go, it's time to go. The fourth floor of Wanning Mall, right?"

"Yes, that barbecue restaurant on the fourth floor, I've eaten there before, and I thought it tasted pretty good."

Wanning Mall was no more than two kilometers away. Chen Yan and Gao Zhuang walked towards the barbecue restaurant, chatting and laughing along the way.

(End of this chapter)