The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi pushed open the door to dormitory room 404.

With a radiant smile, she walks with a brisk pace.

Guo Yang was wearing headphones and dominating the battlefield in the canyon when the word "Defeat" popped up on the screen.

He grumbled as he took off his headphones, and as he turned around, he bumped into Chen Zhi's wide-eyed grin.

Guo Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked Chen Zhi up and down.

"Old Chen, what's with that expression?" Guo Yang pushed the keyboard forward. "Did you find money on the street? Or did you win five million in the lottery? Your mouth is practically stretched to your ears."

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Zhang Tianyang came out wiping his face with a towel, joining in the fun.

"Brother Chen is definitely acting strange today, his face is glowing, he must have encountered something good."

Chen Zhi almost choked on the mineral water.

He couldn't very well tell these single guys that he not only slept with the newly crowned singing champion last night, but also brought back a very meaningful white towel, could he?

Chen Zhi made up a lie on the spot.

"Nothing much, it's just that our crappy startup has been lucky lately and managed to snag some investment, so I'm in a good mood today."

Holy crap!

Guo Yang slapped his thigh and jumped up from his chair.

"They secured investment? Really?!"

Li Zicong was lying in bed scrolling through his phone when he heard this, so he sat up and poked his head out.

"Old Chen, that's impressive! Wasn't your little company always on the verge of bankruptcy? Which sucker did you manage to scam this time? How much did they invest?"

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and waved his hand modestly.

"Not much, just a little bit, barely enough to pay several months' salary."

He couldn't very well say that it was billions of US dollars, plus Zhang Yiming lining up to give him money, could he?

"Who cares about the amount? Getting the investment means we're the boss!" Guo Yang's eyes lit up as he rushed over and put his arm around Chen Zhi's shoulder. "Boss Chen, it's such a joyous occasion, you have to do something special! The brothers haven't had any action in ages!"

Zhang Tianyang nodded frantically beside him.

"Yeah, Brother Chen, how about some hot pot at Beihua? Or maybe the grilled fish place at Dongmen?"

Li Zicong climbed out of bed, shuffled over to Chen Zhi in his slippers, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Chen, don't be stingy. You have to treat us to this meal today. If you don't, you'll have to call us 'Dad' in the dorm from now on."

Chen Zhi looked at his three roommates, who were staring longingly at him, and felt secretly pleased.

He waved his hand with great flair, displaying an air of heroic spirit.

"Okay! I'm in a good mood today, so everything must be arranged properly!"

Guo Yang rubbed his hands excitedly, "What do you want to eat? I'll change my clothes right now!"

Chen Zhi raised a finger, making a resounding thud.

"Outside the South Gate, Braised Chicken Rice. Today, the entire bill is on Mr. Chen. Large portions, with extra meat and egg, order whatever you like!"

The dormitory fell silent instantly.

Guo Yang's smile froze on his face.

Zhang Tianyang stopped wiping his face.

Li Zicong rolled his eyes and turned to climb onto the bed.

"Damn it! What a waste of my feelings!" Guo Yang raised a middle finger. "Old Chen, you'll never change your stingy nature. You got the investment and all you do is treat me to braised chicken? Don't you have a conscience?"

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you." Chen Zhi swung his leg nonchalantly. "If I don't go, I can save money."

"Go! Of course I'm going!" Guo Yang gritted his teeth. "A large portion with meat, eggs, and enoki mushrooms! I'm going to eat you out of house and home today!"

Half an hour later, the four of them sat in the greasy braised chicken shop outside the South Gate.

The proprietress brought out four steaming hot clay pots.

The rich sauce bubbled and steamed, and the chicken was stewed until tender.

Chen Zhi broke open the disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken leg meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Perhaps it's because I'm in such a good mood, everything tastes delicious right now.

Guo Yang channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, dumping all the rice into the clay pot and stirring it frantically.

Li Zicong ate his rice while holding his phone screen up on the table.

The screen is playing clips from the finale of "Singer".

Li Zicong clicked his tongue twice.

"Did you guys see the singer? It's Taylor Swift! She was just pulled out of nowhere and invited to be a guest performer!"

Guo Yang mumbled in response, "I checked, Lin Wanwan has taken all ten spots in the top ten trending topics on Weibo. I heard that Mango TV's servers crashed twice."

Zhang Tianyang pushed up his glasses and analyzed, "How much money would it take to invite such an international superstar? And it was a last-minute change of schedule. The financial power behind this is terrifying to even think about."

"Money is one thing, but the key is connections and resources." Li Zicong, with the air of a know-it-all, lowered his voice and said, "I heard from people in my dad's circle that the Hunan Broadcasting System's backstage was taken over last night. Zhou Chengyu from Huayu Entertainment, who is usually so arrogant, didn't dare to utter a word when he was snatched away from the finale spot."

Li Zicong took a bite of rice and continued gossiping.

"Lin Wanwan's last words on stage were clearly meant for her boyfriend. She dared to make such a semi-public confession right after winning the championship. Wasn't she afraid of losing fans?"

"What's the point of losing fans? She has a powerful backer." Guo Yang said sourly, "This powerful backer is really awesome. If I had that kind of influence, I would also go and keep a female celebrity as a mistress."

Chen Zhi sat opposite him, calmly picking out slices of ginger from the casserole.

He suppressed a laugh and deliberately went along with their conversation.

"He's pretty impressive," Chen Zhi chimed in. "Probably a balding middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, who's just rich."

"Old Chen, this is typical resentment towards the rich," Li Zicong pointed at him with his chopsticks. "What if that person is a promising young talent?"

"A young talent like her would be interested in her?" Chen Zhi curled his lip, looking very disdainful.

Li Zicong stared at Chen Zhi for a while, then suddenly frowned.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned closer to examine Chen Zhi's face carefully, and then looked at his neck.

"Old Chen, why do you seem to be in such great shape today, just like that mysterious big shot who got confessed to by the King of Singers?"

Chen Zhi's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained as calm as a rock.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to eat his rice.

"With an imagination like yours, it's a shame you're not writing novels. If I were that big shot, would I still be sitting here eating fifteen-yuan braised chicken with you guys?"

Guo Yang nodded vigorously beside him: "Brother Cong, you're overthinking it. Old Chen is so stingy, he even has to mooch off me when he buys a pack of cigarettes."

Li Zicong thought about it and felt that it made sense.

The company Deep Space Technology, which is rumored to be valued at tens of billions, has a boss surnamed Chen who is also from Peking University, but he doesn't look like this carefree roommate at all.

"That's true." Li Zicong picked up his chopsticks again. "If you were that big shot, I'd call you grandpa."

Chen Zhi looked up and gave him a kind smile.

"My dear grandson, eat more. If you're still hungry, Grandpa will give you another egg."

"Screw you!"

The braised chicken was a lively and enjoyable meal.

Chen Zhi went to the counter to pay the bill, which came to a total of sixty-eight yuan.

The four of them walked towards the school with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Just as Chen Zhi reached the south gate, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

The smile on his face instantly faded.

Caller ID: Li Zhiyi.

Chen Zhi's mind was racing.

During this time, he accompanied Pei Ningxue on her business trip to Shanghai, where they argued with NIO. After landing in Beijing, he went directly to see Lin Wanwan, leaving Li Zhiyi out of the picture the whole time.

Although they exchanged a few perfunctory words on WeChat, Li Zhiyi must have already sensed something.

Chen Zhi slowed down, falling a few meters behind his roommate, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Zhiyi." Chen Zhi's voice switched to a gentle mode.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

There was only a faint breathing sound.

Five full seconds passed before Li Zhiyi's voice finally came through.

"Chen Zhi, have you gone back to Beijing?"

"I'm back. I just landed not long ago," Chen Zhi lied without batting an eye. "I have some urgent business to attend to at the company, and I was planning to come see you later."

"No need to be late."

Li Zhiyi's voice remained soft, like a dandelion seed that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"I'm right downstairs in your dorm." Li Zhiyi paused, then added, "I saw your roommate. How much longer until you arrive?"

Chen Zhi suddenly raised his head.

My gaze traveled across the tree-lined path ahead.

Under the huge sycamore tree in dormitory building 404, a girl with long, flowing hair stood quietly.