Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Upon hearing this, Yan Liang's eyes and the corners of his mouth lit up with a smile.

After yesterday's events, he'd become estranged from everyone in the dorm. Although he looked down on Zhang Lin and his ilk, he still lived there. And he hadn't truly integrated into Xu Fei's circle yet, so he couldn't give up on these relationships for the time being. But repairing those relationships was incredibly difficult, which troubled him all night.

But now that he heard that Wu Sheng hadn't joined the mission, he suddenly felt relieved.

In the six-person dormitory, there was finally someone even more isolated than him.

This discovery instantly made Yan Liang feel better. In his view, the way to integrate into Tu Nan and the others was very simple—as long as he also isolated Wu Sheng, he would naturally be able to stand on Tu Nan's side.

"That's good, at least one less person is sharing the points."

He spoke lightly, with a deliberately indifferent tone, as if he were thinking of everyone's best interests, and subtly echoing their distancing from Wu Sheng.

But Zhao Dele and the others were not trying to distance themselves from Wu Sheng, so they didn't even lift their eyelids at all and ignored such words.

Yan Liang didn't ask about the other task options.

Because he didn't plan to take on the mission with Tu Nan and the others, he had just contacted Xu Fei, who said he was willing to team up with him to do the mission.

This gave Yan Liang a sense of pride, as if he had already integrated into Xu Fei's circle.

Of course, Tu Nan and his group didn't care at all, and they didn't plan to team up with Yan Liang. The four of them had already found a mission, and the four of them were just right.

"Where's Wu Sheng? Still training hard?" Yan Liang tried to start a conversation, glancing around. "I never see him in the dormitory these days."

Tu Nan and the others remained silent.

Zhao Dele, however, chimed in with a laugh: "At the advanced training ground, sparring with friends."

"Advanced training ground? Friends? What's going on?"

These words hit him hard, and Yan Liang's expression changed instantly. Shock, confusion, and a hint of barely concealed jealousy were all squeezed onto his pointed, monkey-like face.

Upon seeing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Zhao Dele's eyes, though not outwardly obvious.

Yan Liang wanted to ask something more, but the dormitory door was pushed open at that moment.

Wu Sheng walked in.

He grabbed his toiletries as usual and went to the bathroom without saying a word. The sound of running water soon followed.

Yan Liang sat on the edge of the bed, glancing towards the bathroom every now and then, his mind racing with questions—how exactly did Wu Sheng get into the advanced training ground? Who did he know? How did they meet?

He wanted to ask, but after opening his mouth several times, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask.

Zhao Dele observed all of this, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. He had originally hoped Yan Liang would speak up, so he could hear Wu Sheng's response. Unfortunately, the man wasn't bold enough, nor was he entirely stupid…

……

The next morning.

Several people in the dormitory got up and washed up one after another. Yan Liang seemed to suddenly remember something and asked the others:

"By the way, a few friends asked me to ask you—are you selling your share of alien beast meat? Two potential potions for one share. You've probably already noticed that the effects of alien beast meat aren't necessarily better than potential potions."

Wu Sheng happened to pass by the bedside, glanced at him indifferently, and went straight out the door without even bothering to say a word.

Tu Nan and the others didn't respond.

Zhao Dele finally spoke, but instead of answering, he asked, "Did you sell your share to your friends?"

Yan Liang's face stiffened.

He instinctively wanted to explain, but when he met the gazes of Tu Nan and the other three, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He forced a smile and said, "I just... asked that."

He actually wanted to add a sarcastic remark to the group—"If you don't want to sell, then don't sell." But in the dorm now, the four of them, including Tu Nan, were clearly huddled together, so he dared not say anything disgusting or offensive.

He stood there awkwardly for a moment, then lowered his head and went out the door, heading towards Xu Fei's dormitory.

After he had walked away, Zhao Dele let out a soft sigh:

"Sigh, they're so eager to curry favor, who knows what they'll actually gain. They even want to use other people's things to do favors for themselves—do they really think everyone else is a fool? Aren't they afraid of ending up with nothing?"

……

Training Course.

Time flies, and it was afternoon in the blink of an eye.

After a day of consideration, team formation, and discussion, many teams were established and ready to take on missions.

To the surprise of many outer city students, those missions were snapped up in just one day—and most of the people who snatched them were the inner city students who they thought had plenty of money.

Some were indignant, but many more felt helpless.

Fortunately, Zhao Dele and his group acted quickly and managed to snag a job cleaning the corridor yesterday. It was a circular corridor, and four people were just the right number.

After dinner, the group took their tools and got to work.

On the other side of the training field, another team of people were working.

Yan Liang, Liu Zhi, Xu Fei, Zhou Wei, and three other trainees who were assigned to a team together made up a total of seven people responsible for cleaning up the training ground—this job was much more tiring than sweeping the corridors, as the area was large and there was a lot of equipment, making it time-consuming and laborious to clean up.

Fortunately, there were many people.

But the problem also lies with the people involved.

Xu Fei and his three companions ate for almost half an hour before arriving late. Of those who did arrive, only Yan Liang and Liu Zhi actually did any work; the two of them did a little bit of work.

Xu Fei and Zhou Wei stood to the side, chatting enthusiastically, showing no intention of doing any work whatsoever.

The three students who had formed a makeshift team worked for a while, and their expressions grew increasingly grim.

Just then, two figures walked in from outside the training field.

It was Ning Yi, and there was another girl.

"Zhou Wei, Xu Fei, you two come here for a moment."

Xu Fei and Yan Liang immediately rushed over as if they had received a royal decree. Before leaving, Zhou Wei pretended to instruct Liu Zhi, "Liu Zhi, Yan Liang, you two take care of this for a bit. We have something to do."

After saying that, the two left without looking back.

Liu Zhi, on the other hand, acted as if he could leave it to me, patting his chest and saying, "Leave it to us."

The other three exchanged glances upon seeing this.

What on earth is going on?

Why shouldn't those two do the work of seven people?

What's with that round face of his? Does he think he's the boss?

One of the inner-city students had already figured it out, so he simply snorted coldly, threw his tools on the ground, and turned to leave.

The other two outer city students hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and then simply threw down their tools and prepared to leave.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Liu Zhi shouted irritably. "Aren't you going to do it? When the instructors send someone to check, you won't get any points!"

The two outer city students turned around, their faces ashen.

"What are you guys doing? Why aren't those two doing anything?"

"Hey, you can't say that," Liu Zhi said, putting on an air of selflessness. "It's just a small matter, why make such a fuss? It's a small job, one person could do it. They have something to do—"