Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

Chapter 208 You've Been Taken Over!

Li Chen pulled the suitcase to the bedside. Before he could even unzip it, Wang Qiang was already squatting down beside him.

"Where's the osmanthus cake?"

"It's inside."

Which bag?

"It's made of kraft paper. Don't turn it over—"

Wang Qiang's hand had already reached inside. Li Chen slapped it away.

"The top layer is Yan Xi's scarf."

Wang Qiang pulled his hand back faster than he had been electrocuted.

"Explain yourself! What if I accidentally wrinkle my sister-in-law's things? Would I even survive?"

Li Chen took the items out of the box one by one.

Yan Xi's scarf.

Insulated bags.

Throat lozenges.

A box containing an unopened pack of gloves.

Two boxes of Daoxiangzhai osmanthus cake.

A box of pea flour cake.

"Two boxes of osmanthus cake, one for you two, and one for Leng Qingge. The pea flour cake is for Yan Xi, don't touch it."

Wang Qiang held the box of osmanthus cakes, his expression as if he were holding an imperial edict.

"Did your sister-in-law buy it?"

"My mom recommended this shop, and Yan Xi paid the bill."

Zhao Zixuan turned around from his chair. "Did your sister-in-law buy us pastries?"

"She bought different ones for everyone." Li Chen opened the box. "This pine nut one is yours. You posted a picture of pine nut and corn on your WeChat Moments in October, with the caption 'Taste of Childhood'."

Zhao Zixuan took it and glanced at it.

"Does your sister-in-law remember my WeChat Moments?"

"She remembers everyone."

Li Chen handed another piece of jujube paste to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took it but didn't eat it.

First, I checked the size and thickness of the cake.

"Daoxiangzhai's jujube paste mille-feuille has a high sugar content. How did she know I could handle sweets?"

"You borrowed a book called 'A Study of Sugar Preference in Behavioral Economics' from the library in mid-November. The borrowing record is publicly available in the library system. She checked it."

Chen Mo stopped writing.

He slowly pushed up his glasses.

"She checked my borrowing history to deduce my tastes?"

She called it 'cross-data validation'.

No one spoke in the dormitory.

Wang Qiang took a bite of the osmanthus cake. He chewed it twice.

"Brother Chen, should I think before I speak in front of my sister-in-law from now on?"

"I suggest continuing with this approach."

Li Chen folded Yan Xi's scarf and put it in the innermost part of the closet. Wang Qiang peeked in from the side.

"Why are there two scarves in your closet?"

"One of them is hers. My mom put it there. The other one is the one she tied for me before."

"You put both of them in your closet?"

"She asked me to keep it."

Wang Qiang glanced at Li Chen's cabinet. From left to right: books, notebooks, two scarves, a tube of hand cream, and an unopened pack of seaweed and almonds.

"Brother Chen, half of your closet is your wife's stuff."

"Less than half."

"That hand cream is hers too?"

"She bought it for me. It has a usage label on it."

Wang Qiang squatted down and glanced at the tube of hand cream. The label was in Yan Xi's handwriting, which read, "Use it twice a day, morning and night, from the back of your hands to between your fingers. Don't be stingy with it."

"It's over." Wang Qiang stood up. "You're under control."

My phone vibrated. It was from group 302.

[Chen Mo: Supplementary observation—In the first five minutes after Li Chen returned to the dormitory, when tidying up his personal belongings, he prioritized Yan Xi's items (scarf, hand cream), and only then did he deal with the pastries distributed to his roommates. The items were placed in the deepest, middle shelf of the closet, an area previously where his ID card and bank cards were stored. Conclusion: Yan Xi's items have become equivalent to core documents in his spatial priorities.]

[Wang Qiang: You sent this to my face??]

Chen Mo: Science has no forbidden zones.

Li Chen locked the screen.

He picked up the insulated bag and went to the sink to wash it.

There were traces of sticky notes that Shen Ruolan had stuck on the inside of the insulated bag.

The paper dissolved after being soaked in hot water, but the adhesive residue remained.

He carefully turned each layer out and washed it clean. He then hung it to dry on the windowsill.

My phone vibrated again.

It's not group 302.

[Yan Xi: Is the insulated bag washed?]

He glanced down at the time. Eleven minutes had passed since her last message.

[Li Chen: I just finished showering. How did you know I was showering?]

[Yan Xi: Your workflow after arriving at the dorm is: put away luggage → distribute pastries → collect scarves → wash insulated bags. Your order of doing things is the same as your order of cleaning the kitchen: put things away first, then clean.]

Li Chen stared at the screen.

[Yan Xi: Where are you guys going for dinner tonight?]

Before he could reply, group 302 had already exploded.

[Wang Qiang: Brother Chen!! Where should we eat tonight?? Wangjianglou or the back street of the school?? I've been starving all day and this is what I've been waiting for!!]

[Zhao Zixuan: How was that grilled fish place your sister-in-law mentioned before? The one at the old street corner?]

[Chen Mo: I suggest choosing a shop within a 15-minute walk of the dormitory. Li Chen has expended a lot of energy today, so a long walk is not suitable. I recommend "Erge Barbecue" on the back street, a 7-minute walk.]

[Wang Qiang: How do you know Brother Chen expends a lot of energy?]

[Chen Mo: The one-way drive was over four hours, plus he got up at 5 a.m., and the passenger in the passenger seat had to control the steering wheel for fifteen minutes. The strain on his cervical spine and left arm was beyond what he would normally experience.]

[Wang Qiang: Where did you get this information from?]

[Chen Mo: That's what he just said. I just remembered it.]

Li Chen typed in Yan Xi's chat box.

[Li Chen: They said they'd go for barbecue in the back alley.]

[Yan Xi: Your cervical spine isn't fully healed yet, so don't drink anything cold.]

[Li Chen: Okay.]

[Yan Xi: In the barbecue photo Wang Qiang posted last time, he ordered four servings of chicken wings. Could you help him control his intake? His body fat percentage increased by 1.5 percentage points last month.]

Li Chen looked at the message.

[Li Chen: How did you know his body fat percentage?]

[Yan Xi: He posted a photo of his physical fitness test report on his WeChat Moments in December. The data is in the upper right corner.]

Li Chen didn't ask any more questions.

He returned to the bedside and divided the osmanthus cakes. He placed the box for Leng Qingge on the corner of the table with a note: "My sister-in-law said she'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Wang Qiang saw the note.

"Brother Chen, does your wife know we're having dinner together tonight?"

"She asked."

"Did she give any instructions?"

"To make you eat less chicken wings."

Wang Qiang's mouth opened slightly.

"She controls my diet?"

"She has seen your physical examination report."

Wang Qiang stared at the line of text for a while, then silently pushed his phone away.

"Okay. Sister-in-law is right."

Zhao Zixuan chuckled beside him. "You're really that cowardly?"

"Try being watched by someone who can pinpoint every single picture in your WeChat Moments. You'd be scared too."