Oh no, the aloof school beauty has been reborn too!

The dormitory was eerily quiet.

Lu Xing stared at the ground.

Zhao Lin stared at the black plastic bag on the table.

Neither of them spoke.

About half a minute later, Zhao Lin suddenly lowered his head and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Lu Xing looked up at him.

Zhao Lin immediately turned his face away, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and squeezed out the words through his fingers:

"fine."

Lu Xing remained expressionless.

"You better really be okay."

Zhao Lin nodded, his tone very calm:

"Yeah, I was just thinking about something happy."

Lu Xing: ...

The dormitory fell silent again.

However, this silence lasted for less than five seconds.

"puff."

Zhao Lin couldn't hold back any longer.

Lu Xing closed his eyes.

The next second, Zhao Lin's shoulders shook even more violently.

He tried to suppress his laughter, but the more he tried, the more obvious it became.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair, pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, and let out a series of intermittent, muffled laughs.

"Haha...no..."

"I really didn't mean to laugh at you..."

Lu Xing looked at him silently.

Zhao Lin realized halfway through his explanation that it wasn't convincing, so he simply gave up trying to explain.

He clutched his stomach, bent over, and almost slipped off his chair laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Lu Xing slowly turned his face toward the window.

Some people may appear to be alive, but they have actually been gone for a while.

Just as Zhao Lin was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe, the dormitory door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Yuanzhou's voice drifted in first:

"Brothers, I'm going back—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Yuanzhou stepped into the dormitory with one foot in his hand, carrying a plastic bag.

He glanced at Zhao Lin, who was laughing so hard he was practically slumped over the table, and then saw Lu Xing sitting to the side with his head down. His eyes lit up instantly.

Zhou Lian followed him into the room, a schoolbag slung over his shoulder.

Lin Yuanzhou immediately moved closer.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Lin was laughing so hard he couldn't speak a complete sentence. He could only support himself on the table with one hand and cover his stomach with the other.

Why are you laughing like that?

Zhao Lin raised his hand and pointed shakily at the plastic bag on Lu Xing's table.

Lin Yuanzhou looked in the direction he was pointing.

It's just an ordinary trash bag, but why is it on the desk?

Lin Yuanzhou blinked.

"bag?"

Zhao Lin nodded, then immediately buried his head and laughed.

Lin Yuanzhou became even more curious.

He walked to Lu Xing's table, glanced down at the bag, and then looked back at Lu Xing.

"Can I watch it?"

Lu Xing nodded, his eyes somewhat numb.

Anyway, Zhao Lin has already seen it.

With permission, Lin Yuanzhou reached out and untied the knot in the black plastic bag.

The plastic bag made a rustling sound as the opening was gently pulled open.

The curiosity on Lin Yuanzhou's face slowly froze.

He looked down at the contents of the bag, then looked up at Lu Xing.

"……what?"

The dormitory was quiet for a brief moment.

Then, Lin Yuanzhou couldn't help but tremble as well.

"No, Lu Xing..."

He tried to make his voice sound serious, but the corners of his mouth were already turned up in a smile.

"What's going on?"

Lin Yuanzhou opened the bag a little wider to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

"Did you buy these sanitary napkins yourself?"

Upon hearing those three words, Zhao Lin burst into laughter again.

Lu Xing leaned back in his chair and took a slow breath.

"no."

"Where did it come from?"

Lu Xing paused for a second, then muttered in a low voice:

"...Given to me by Shen Qingyi."

Lin Yuanzhou's smile suddenly faltered, and Zhao Lin's laughter also paused for a moment.

Lu Xing continued:

"They said it's for putting in shoes during military training."

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Lin, who had been laughing as if his funny bone had been tickled, slowly straightened up.

Lin Yuanzhou looked down at the pack of sanitary napkins, his expression shifting from watching the show to deep contemplation.

A few seconds later, he silently placed the plastic bag he was carrying on the table.

Then he pulled out a new pack of sanitary napkins from inside.

Lu Xing: ...

Zhao Lin: ...

Zhou Lian: ...

Lin Yuanzhou held the pack of sanitary napkins, his expression a little awkward and helpless.

"It seems you won't need my help."

Lu Xing stared at the object in his hand, his mind going blank for a moment.

"your?"

"Um."

Lin Yuanzhou cleared his throat, forcing himself to remain calm.

"I just ran into a senior student outside and chatted with her for a while."

"She said the military training shoes were very stiff, and her feet would hurt after standing for a long time. Using this to pad the inside of the shoes is especially useful."

As he spoke, a hint of weariness appeared on his face:

"I wore a mask on purpose and went to a supermarket outside the school to buy it."

Zhao Lin had already held back.

Upon hearing this, the corner of his mouth began to twitch again.

Lin Yuanzhou glanced at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Lin raised his hand to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes and waved his hand.

"No, of course I know this thing can be used as an insole."

He took a couple of breaths before continuing:

"The main reason is that the scene just now was really hilarious."

Lu Xing's eyes immediately turned dangerous.

Zhao Lin pretended not to see it.

He leaned back in his chair and gestured lazily.

"I just wanted to use the restroom, but as soon as I got to the bathroom door, it suddenly opened."

Zhao Lin looked at Lin Yuanzhou, his tone unusually animated, as if he were telling a story.

"Lu Xing stood inside, his expression very calm."

Lu Xing reminded him expressionlessly:

"That's enough, you can shut up now."

Zhao Lin nodded, ignoring the risks, and continued:

"Then I looked inside and saw a black bag on the sink. The bag was open, and the packaging of sanitary napkins was showing inside."

He paused, then, as if finally unable to hold back, lowered his head and chuckled.

Lin Yuanzhou imagined the scene.

A male college student was hiding alone in the bathroom.

On the sink, there's a pack of sanitary napkins.

Another male college student suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Their eyes met...

He was silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

"No, this is too ridiculous..."

Lu Xing slowly raised his hand and buried his face in his palm.

Public execution feels so painful...

Lin Yuanzhou laughed for a while, but then felt he couldn't just keep laughing at his brother, so he forced himself to tone it down a bit.

He walked over to Lu Xing and patted him on the shoulder.

Don't be shy.

Lu Xing looked up at him.

"Um?"

Lin Yuanzhou looked sincere.

"Doesn't this just mean you get along well with that girl?"

"Think about it, girls don't usually give this kind of thing to guys just any old thing, right?"

"They're just concerned about you; they're worried your feet will hurt during military training."

What he said was reasonable and well-founded.

"But... how come you... pfft..."

Lin Yuanzhou couldn't help but turn his head to the side:

"If you're going to take it, fine, but why are you hiding in the bathroom...?"

Lu Xing buried his face back down.

Zhao Lin chuckled softly beside him.

Zhou Lian stood to the side and laughed along with them.

After Lin Yuanzhou finished laughing, he simply opened the package he had bought.

"Since we all know what this thing is for, let's not waste it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a few pieces and handed them to Zhao Lin.

"Come on, you try it too."

Zhao Lin lazily took it and looked at it over and over.

Thanks.

Lin Yuanzhou took a few more pills and handed them to Zhou Lian.

"Zhou Lian, you take it too."

"Don't push yourself too hard on the first day of military training, or your feet will be blistered and it will be even more painful in the following days."

Zhou Lian took it and looked down at it, his expression somewhat hesitant.

Lin Yuanzhou was unaware and continued distributing the goods enthusiastically.

"Since we're just killing time anyway, let's figure out how to fit it into our shoes properly."

Lu Xing finally raised his head from his palm.

He looked at everyone holding a sanitary napkin and felt that the dormitory was becoming increasingly surreal.

Who's so kind as to hand out sanitary napkins like cigarettes?

Lin Yuanzhou became more and more engrossed in his research.

"This thing needs to be laid flat, otherwise it will dig into your head when you're standing at attention, and that would be—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Lian suddenly stepped forward and returned the sanitary napkin he had just received to him.

Lin Yuanzhou was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Lian stood in front of him, a rare hint of embarrassment on his face.

He raised his hand and scratched his cheek.

"I don't need this."

Lin Yuanzhou asked in confusion:

"Aren't you made of iron? Aren't your feet going to hurt?"

Zhou Lian paused for a moment.

Then, he took the backpack off his shoulder and put it on the chair.

I unzipped the zipper and pulled out a pack of unopened sanitary napkins.

The dormitory fell silent again.

Three different brands, packaging, and colors of sanitary napkins made a historic meeting in dormitory 317.

Zhao Lin stared at the image for three seconds, then slowly leaned down onto the table.

His shoulders trembled slightly at first.

After that, he felt like his bones had been removed, and he laughed so hard he was almost incoherent.

"Hahahaha..."

He laughed so hard his voice stopped.

"No... I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to die laughing..."

Lin Yuanzhou couldn't hold back either.

He smiled and pointed to the bag in Zhou Lian's hand.

"No, Zhou Lian, you actually bought some too?"

Zhou Lian held the package, his expression somewhat unnatural.

He paused for a second, then said in a low voice:

"No... my girlfriend gave it to me."

Zhao Lin's laughter stopped abruptly, and Lin Yuanzhou's smile froze on his face.

Lu Xing slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Lian in disbelief.

Hagilian, you bastard...