Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Room 602, 6th floor, Building 6, East Campus.

By the time Lin Yuan dragged his suitcase up to the sixth floor, he had already mentally blacklisted the school's logistics department three times.

Where's the elevator?

No.

Where's the staircase?

Yes, but it's so narrow it's like a warning to freshmen—don't consider filming in the school building in the future, because carrying equipment in this corridor will squeeze people into two-dimensional creatures.

He found the dormitory, room number 602. Lin Yuan kicked the door open—but it wouldn't budge; the door was pulled outwards.

"……unwise."

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to enter.

There are already people in the dormitory.

A tall, thin man with black-rimmed glasses sat on the lower bunk by the window, fiddling with a DSLR camera whose lens was longer than his face. Hearing the noise, he looked up at Lin Yuan, nodded, and continued fiddling with the camera without saying a word.

The aloof photographer persona is well-established.

A series of silly laughs came from the upper bunk. Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a chubby figure curled up on the bed, watching anime on a tablet. The screen showed a cute girl with blue hair and pigtails. The fat guy was laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking, and the bed was even tapping to the rhythm.

"Wife...hehe...Rem, my wife..."

Lin Yuan remained silent for two seconds.

A young man in a floral shirt, his hair styled with gel and meticulously combed, was sitting on a chair near the door, practicing facial expressions and making faces in front of the mirror. Seeing Lin Yuan enter, he jumped up, rushed forward, and grabbed Lin Yuan's hands, shaking them frantically.

"Hey bro, I'm Zhou Zixuan from the Performing Arts Department!"

Lin Yuan's wrist went numb from being shaken so much: "Directing Department, Lin Yuan. And bro, stop shaking me, or I'll fall apart."

Zhou Zixuan released his grip, but still looked excited. "No, buddy, putting your face in the directing department is like putting a Ferrari engine on a tricycle. What a waste! You should be in the acting department. Stand in front of the camera, and you'll be a perfect leading man!"

Lin Yuan waved his hand, looking disillusioned with the world: "Forget it, forget it, my ambitions lie elsewhere. Being an actor is too tiring; you have to lose weight, maintain facial expressions, and have fans chasing after you calling you 'husband.' I'm much more comfortable being a director. I can sit behind the monitor and scold whoever doesn't act well—it's so satisfying."

Zhou Zixuan's eyes lit up even more: "Brilliant! But brother, tell me the truth—"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously, "Did you come to university to find a girlfriend?"

Lin Yuan pushed his suitcase under the bed, plopped down in a chair, and crossed his legs: "Bro, drop the 'isn't it? I've come to university for three things: build a career, make money, and find a partner. The order doesn't matter, but they're all top priorities."

"Got it! Absolutely!" Zhou Zixuan slapped his thigh, as if he had found a long-lost brother. "Let me tell you, I did my research before coming here. Our school is overflowing with beauties—the acting, broadcasting, and dance departments are a visual feast! For my four years of university, I can do nothing but date! What's the difference between a university without dating and a salted fish?"

The chubby guy in the upper bunk suddenly poked his head out, his face serious: "I think you guys are narrow-minded. True love doesn't exist in the three-dimensional world."

Zhou Zixuan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The fat man patted the tablet, and Rem's smiling face on the screen shone brightly: "My wife Rem is gentle and virtuous, can cook, can take care of people, and can even fight monsters. Can real-life girls do that? No. So my love exists in the world of anime. I have an entire harem, three wives and four concubines, seventy-two courtyards—how could you mortals possibly understand?"

Zhou Zixuan: "..."

Lin Yuan silently gave a thumbs up: "Brother, we can only look up to you at your level."

The fat guy chuckled憨厚ly, then shrank back to watching anime, muttering to himself, "Rem... my Rem..."

Zhou Zixuan leaned close to Lin Yuan's ear and whispered, "This guy's name is Qian Zhuangzhuang, he's in the art department. I observed him for three hours this afternoon, and he switched between four different anime series and called over twenty 'wives,' each one his true love. I asked him which one was his 'main wife,' and he said—"

A muffled voice came from the upper bunk: "Only children make choices; adults want it all."

Lin Yuan and Zhou Zixuan exchanged a glance and simultaneously gasped.

"Perspective," Lin Yuan said sincerely.

Zhou Zixuan sighed, his gaze sweeping across the dormitory before finally settling on the tall, thin man by the window who had remained silent the entire time. This man had only nodded once since entering, barely registering a slight daze; his presence was practically negligible, like a mere decoration.

Zhou Zixuan, not wanting to neglect his roommate, enthusiastically moved over and plopped down on the edge of his bed: "Dude, you're single too, right? Come on, let's form a singles alliance and cover for each other from now on—"

I have a girlfriend.

The enthusiasm on Zhou Zixuan's face froze in mid-air.

The air was silent for three seconds.

Zhou Zixuan slowly turned his head, his gaze as if he were looking at an alien: "Wait, what did you say?"

"I have a girlfriend," the tall, thin man repeated, his tone completely flat. "We started dating in high school, and our relationship is stable."

"Holy crap!" Zhou Zixuan broke down on the spot. "Wait, bro, who are you? You're so quiet, and you actually have a girlfriend?!"

"Photography Department, Chen Mo." After introducing himself, the tall, thin man added, "She pursued me."

Zhou Zixuan clutched his chest, looking like he was having a heart attack: "I don't believe it! Why? Why?! You're so quiet, you never say a word, how could any girl like you?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then held up his SLR camera: "Maybe it's because I can take pictures?"

Zhou Zixuan froze for a moment, then abruptly turned to look at Lin Yuan, his eyes burning with a frenzied rage: "I get it! Taking photos! Girls all like guys who can take pictures! Lin Yuan, we have to learn photography!"

Lin Yuan calmly took a sip of water: "I don't need it. I'm handsome, so I have a built-in filter."

Zhou Zixuan: "..."

Chen Mo nodded silently in agreement.

Zhou Zixuan was devastated. He slumped into a chair, muttering to himself, "It's over. I'm the only one in this dorm who has nothing. One has a harem, one has a girlfriend, and one makes a living off his looks... What am I going to do?"

Lin Yuan patted his shoulder: "It's okay, you still have me. We can stick together, form the 'Two Heroes of Jinghua,' and sweep across the campus."

Zhou Zixuan's eyes lit up: "You mean...we'll team up to pursue girls?"

"No," Lin Yuan shook his head, "I mean we can watch other couples showing affection together, then write it into a script, and monetize it when it becomes popular. What's that called? That's called turning pain into productivity."

Zhou Zixuan: "???"

The chubby guy on the top bunk poked his head out again: "What's so attractive about girls in the real world?"

Zhou Zixuan looked up at him: "Zhuangzhuang, you don't understand. A real girl can talk to you, eat with you, and hold your hand. Can your Rem do that?"

The fat man thought for a moment: "She can make eye contact with me through the screen."

"...You win."

Lin Yuan stood up and stretched: "Alright, let's get ready. There's a freshman class meeting tomorrow, and military training seems to start the day after."

"Military training?!" Zhou Zixuan looked up abruptly, his expression instantly changing. "No way? So soon?"

"Otherwise what?" Lin Yuan pulled a bottle of sunscreen from his suitcase. "You think university is for you to enjoy yourself? Spend half a month in the sun first."

Zhou Zixuan let out a wail and collapsed onto the bed: "No—my skin—my hairstyle—how am I supposed to chase girls after military training?!"

Qian Zhuangzhuang poked his head out from the top bunk and comforted her, "It's okay. You can imagine that during military training a girl faints, and you play the hero and save her, and then..."

"And then what?"

"Then she realized you're a good person and gave you a 'good guy' card."

Zhou Zixuan buried his face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan of despair.

Lin Yuan laughed so hard he almost fell over, patting Qian Zhuangzhuang's bed: "Zhuangzhuang, I didn't expect you to be so sharp-tongued."

Qian Zhuangzhuang gave a simple, honest smile and then went back to watching anime.

Chen Mo continued wiping the lens in silence, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Lin Yuan looked out the window. The sun was setting, and the sky over the capital was dyed orange-red.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

University life seems to be much more interesting than I imagined.