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

Monday morning at 7:10.

The sound of running water could be heard coming from the bathroom in room 302.

It has been going on for twelve minutes.

Li Chen sat at his desk, looking down at the memo on his phone.

The last item, "Remind Yan Xi to wear more clothes today as it gets colder," is already checked.

His Adam's apple slid unconsciously while replying to a WeChat message.

Yan Xi replied, "I'm wearing gloves. What about yours?"

He glanced at the dark gray gloves hanging on the back of the chair, took a picture, and sent it to them.

The other side replied with a period.

It means to pass the test.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Chen Mo stopped typing and adjusted his glasses.

"Li Chen." Chen Mo's gaze didn't leave the computer screen. "Lend me your spare laptop to make some notes. My main database is running a model."

"Record what?"

"Wang Qiang."

Li Chen looked away from his phone and glanced back at the closed bathroom door.

Chen Mo opened the loose-leaf notebook that Li Chen handed him and took out a black pen.

"Starting from last Friday afternoon, Wang Qiang's behavior pattern showed a significant deviation from the baseline."

Zhao Zixuan leaned half his body out from the upper bunk.

"What's changed? He still eats three big bowls of rice and then lies down snoring, doesn't he?"

"That's just the surface." Chen Mo drew a horizontal line on the paper. "The data doesn't lie."

"Scenario 1: His hair washing frequency this week suddenly changed from once every four days on average to once every two days. Today is the second time in three days."

Zhao Zixuan was stunned.

Chen Mo continued writing.

"Scenario two, his shoes. Those black sneakers stained with grease from the third floor of the cafeteria, he scrubbed for forty minutes on Saturday afternoon. This morning he changed into white sneakers that he hadn't worn before."

"Scenario three: In the past 48 hours, he unconsciously looked in the mirror an astonishing 37 times."

Li Chen didn't speak.

He could instantly convert Chen Mo's data into conclusions in his mind, following the logic Yan Xi had taught him.

The frequency of shampooing has increased.

Pay attention to keeping the shoe surface clean.

Frequently check the physical appearance.

"Adding the time spent on washing up this morning, which exceeded the normal threshold," Chen Mo tapped the paper with the tip of his pen, "according to the mating theory of evolutionary psychology, the subject is currently in a highly active estrus period."

The bathroom door opened.

Wang Qiang came out.

The entire dormitory was silent for five seconds.

Wang Qiang was wearing a brand new black jacket.

Inside was a white T-shirt without any wrinkles.

He usually sports a spiky buzz cut, but now he's actually used hair gel to press it down, trying to create some texture.

The room smelled of hairspray.

Li Chen twitched his nose. "You used my hairspray?"

Wang Qiang's 200-pound muscular body stiffened for a moment.

He rubbed his hands together nervously. "Brother Chen, it's just a little bit. Let me borrow it to set the tone."

Zhao Zixuan rolled off the bed without even putting on his shoes.

"Qiangzi, what shady business deals have you been taking behind our backs?"

"Get lost," Wang Qiang said angrily, waving his hand.

His demeanor was completely different from his usual arrogant attitude when fighting for food.

His gaze drifted to the side, not daring to look at Li Chen and Chen Mo. "Isn't it because we have a big class today?"

"Today is a large calculus lecture." Chen Mo looked at his notebook. "This is the seventh large calculus lecture this semester."

"For the first six times, your standard attire was a pullover hoodie and sweatpants. This jacket's warmth rating at this temperature is far below your cold tolerance threshold. You're actively sacrificing comfort for physical attractiveness."

Wang Qiang's face turned red. "Old Chen, can't you speak like a human being?"

"You're in trouble." Li Chen leaned back in his chair.

It's not a question. It's a statement.

Wang Qiang's blush spread from his cheeks all the way to the base of his neck.

He stood there, his legs twisted together awkwardly.

He reached out and scratched his hair, which he had just applied hairspray to.

She quickly put her hand down, afraid of messing up her hairstyle.

"Actually... it's not really anything special," Wang Qiang lowered his voice, "it's just... I met a girl."

Li Chen raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"A large group class. From the Foreign Languages ​​Department," Wang Qiang said in a very soft voice. "His name is Lin Duo. Lin as in double trees, Duo as in flower."

Chen Mo wrote down the words very quickly: "Target features confirmed."

"What do you look like? Where are you from? How did you meet?" Zhao Zixuan asked in rapid succession.

Wang Qiang's eyes were unusually unfocused.

He frantically thrashed his hands in front of him.

"Just last Friday. I went to the second floor of the cafeteria to buy food. She was in front of me in line. She was buying that pork rib hot pot."

Li Chen keenly grasped the details.

"The hot pot stall for pork ribs isn't usually crowded. You're behind her in line. And then?"

"Then when she picked up the casserole, she burned her hand," Wang Qiang chuckled. "The casserole almost broke. I reacted quickly and caught it for her from behind."

"Did it hold up?"

"Yes. I used only one hand. Her tray was too small." Wang Qiang gestured. "She looked at me then. She looked up at me."

"How tall are you?" Chen Mo suddenly asked.

"Around 1.58 meters tall," Wang Qiang answered without hesitation. "Up to my chin. Very petite. Very fair-skinned. Soft, gentle voice."

Li Chen mentally assessed the size difference between Wang Qiang and the other person.

"What did she say?" Li Chen asked.

"She thanked me." Wang Qiang covered his face. "Brother Chen, her voice made half my body go weak. I don't even know how I managed to get the casserole to the table for her."

"Later, when I went back to my dorm, I ran into her again at the library yesterday. She even smiled at me."

Zhao Zixuan slapped his thigh.

"Isn't it because I'm attracted to you! Your figure gives me a strong sense of security! Want my WeChat?"

Wang Qiang's silly grin vanished instantly.

He collapsed. "No."

"You didn't want it??"

"I don't dare," Wang Qiang rubbed his face. "She's too young. I'm afraid if I go over and say something loud, I'll scare her. Besides, she's always with a few roommates, and it would be too abrupt for me to strike up a conversation with her."

Li Chen looked at Wang Qiang.

He tried to use Yan Xi's way of thinking to analyze Wang Qiang's current predicament.

If Yan Xi were here, what would she ask?

She won't ask those pointless questions. She'll go straight to analyzing the data.