Today was the first day of class. The people in the dorm were either still recovering from the exhaustion of military training or simply hadn't recovered from the laziness of summer vacation. In any case, when Chu Yi got up this morning, even Zhou Chunyang, who usually got up relatively early, was still sleeping soundly.

Chu Yi sat on the bed leaning against the wall. He got up early because he didn't sleep well last night.

He felt like an old dog in his twilight years, unable to sleep well at night if something was on his mind.

Before meeting Yan Hang, every day he didn't think about much, at most just how to avoid Li Zihao and the others, how to make himself more invisible. After Yan Hang left, his thoughts became even simpler - just to find Yan Hang.

But after finding Yan Hang, he became old.

The characteristic of an old dog is sleeping restlessly and often having dreams.

Just over ten days after dreaming of Yan Hang doing push-ups shirtless, he dreamed of Yan Hang again. This time Yan Hang was fully dressed.

But he kept walking with his head down in front.

He followed behind, chasing desperately but unable to catch up. His feet couldn't take strides no matter what, almost crawling, but still couldn't match the speed of the hedgehog beside him. He wanted to call out and ask Yan Hang to wait for him, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

This feeling was much more painful than always being unable to find a toilet or dial the right phone number in a dream.

Mainly because running was tiring.

At this moment he felt sore all over his body.

After getting up and washing, the people in the dorm were still sleeping. He stood in the middle of the dorm, not knowing if he should knock on the lunch box and shout a few times like Zhou Chunyang, or directly slap people's arms like Zhang Qiang.

He was embarrassed. Even though the people in the dorm were very nice to him, he didn't have that confidence.

But there was still a simple and quick way.

He walked to Zhou Chunyang's bed and shook him awake.

"Hmm?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him in a daze.

"It's late, time to get up." Chu Yi showed him the time on his phone.

"Only you are up?" Zhou Chunyang sat up.

"Mm." Chu Yi nodded.

Zhou Chunyang yawned, got out of bed and walked to the shelf. He took a lunch box and a spoon, circled around the dorm knocking with a clang, going close to each person's ear to knock twice.

"Get up, get up, get up..."

"F*ck!" Li Ziqiang cursed.

This way was highly efficient. In less than two minutes, everyone in the dorm was sitting up.

Just as everyone was yawning and preparing to wash up, Su Bin was the first to enter the bathroom and closed the door.

"Damn," Zhang Qiang looked at the bathroom door, "once he goes in, he won't come out for ten minutes. Every time he holds up a group of people outside!"

"Constipated?" Gao Xiaoyang said.

"Who knows, really want to use a plunger to unclog him." Zhang Qiang said.

"I'll go to the next door bathroom," Zhou Chunyang said. "If they got up early, they should be done by now."

There were quite a few local students in the school. Zhou Chunyang had gotten familiar with them in just a few days. Except for the dorm he had fought with before, he could enter other dorms on this floor like his own.

Speaking of this, Chu Yi really admired Zhou Chunyang and was very envious of him.

Unlike himself, clearly lacking confidence in everything he did, afraid of being laughed at by others, yet somehow being labeled as 'Dog Bro'.

Su Bin still hadn't come out. The few people in the dorm cursed outside but he could still remain calm and continue squatting inside. This kind of mental fortitude was also very solid.

Chu Yi planned to go to the cafeteria for breakfast first. Except for skipping class in junior year because of Yan Hang and his dad, he had never been late other times. The inertia of so many years made him not want to be late for the first class in the new school.

And he also wanted to go to the classroom early to occupy a secluded corner. Compared to junior high, the most enjoyable thing about class now was probably being able to sit anywhere.

"Going to the cafeteria?" Wu Xu asked. "I'll go with you."

"Mm." Chu Yi responded.

There were quite a few students in the corridor, some holding toothbrushes, some shirtless showing off muscles pretending to exercise, some pacing back and forth not knowing what they were doing...

Chu Yi habitually lowered his head and walked forward, not knowing if it was because he was overthinking, always feeling like these people were looking at him.

Where's Mutt.

Where's Dog Bro!

He and Wu Xu had just passed through the corridor and hadn't reached the stairwell when they heard some noisy sounds behind them.

When Chu Yi turned his head, he saw Zhou Chunyang and a shirtless big man fighting out of dorm 407.

He didn't see this shirtless big man among the few local students who came looking for Zhou Chunyang that day. Was this another new enemy of Zhou Chunyang?

The idle students in the corridor were quickly attracted by the two of them. Some stopped to watch, some stepped forward to spectate.

"What the hell is going on?" Wu Xu was startled. He arrived late and hadn't even seen the first fight. He stood frozen in place.

Chu Yi was a bit troubled, once again not knowing what to do.

From their physiques, the shirtless big man was a size larger than Zhou Chunyang, but he didn't have the upper hand in combat power. Zhou Chunyang was still very powerful without his glasses. In just these few seconds, he threw out three punches, each hitting the shirtless guy's face.

Just as Chu Yi felt that he might not need to help, two more people rushed out of the dorm. He recognized one of them at a glance as the one who had provoked the fight that day.

It's not over yet!

After the two joined the fight, the scene instantly became chaotic, and Zhou Chunyang started having a hard time.

"Go help." Wu Xu said after coming back to his senses.

Chu Yi felt like the sighing sound in his head was about to fly out of his skull. Having no experience interacting with classmates, he had no idea what to do in this situation at all.

But Wu Xu had spoken, and he saw the door of 403 open, with Li Ziqiang rushing out from inside.

Follow the people from the dorm. Chu Yi gritted his teeth and ran over behind Wu Xu.

The people in the shirtless guy's dorm seemed to be more peaceful than their 403. Li Ziqiang and the others came out to fight, while besides the shirtless guy and the two who had fought before, the people who came out later from the shirtless guy's dorm were all trying to break up the fight.

But in this kind of scene, it wasn't an easy thing to hold people back.

At this time, it required the intervention of the fight-breaking king of the auto repair class, the one known in the underworld as "Mutt" - Chu Yi.

Chu Yi didn't want to fight, but if someone needed help breaking up a fight, he was very willing to lend a hand.

After going over, it was still the same old rules. He grabbed arms and flung people back, throwing them out one by one.

But after he flung one person away, when he grabbed Fatty Bro's arm again, he suddenly saw that Zhou Chunyang's face had blood on it, flowing from the corner of his forehead, turning half his face red.

He instantly felt a wave of fear.

Just now with those few punches from Fatty Bro, putting aside whether they hit Zhou Chunyang or not, based on his experience practicing punches every day, even if they did hit, it shouldn't be possible to smash such a big gash.

This immediately made him think of that despicable Liang Bing who played dirty tricks. The cut he made on Yan Hang's face before still made Chu Yi angry when he thought of it now.

Just as he was about to push Fatty Bro away, Fatty Bro took advantage of a gap to throw another punch towards Zhou Chunyang's face.

Without thinking, Chu Yi raised his arm to block the path of this punch.

Fatty Bro's punch crashed into his arm.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!

If Chu Yi wasn't used to not daring to cry out when there were many people around, he definitely would have yelled out loud.

Pain can make people angry, especially when they are extremely averse to people who play dirty tricks when fighting in the first place.

After raising his arm to take this punch, Chu Yi turned his head to look at Fatty Bro.

Fatty Bro's raised fist paused in midair.

Chu Yi didn't know why his single glance back would have this effect, but he still seized the opportunity. He abruptly stood up and charged forward, ramming his shoulder into Fatty Bro's chest.

Fatty Bro was sent flying back four or five steps, only avoiding falling on his butt by leaning against the corridor railing.

Chu Yi stood in place without moving, looking at Fatty Bro.

The pain in his arm shot up his arm to his shoulder in waves. He didn't need to look to know his arm was bleeding, the blood flowing all the way to his fingertips.

At this point, Fatty Bro still had a fierce look on his face, but for some reason, he leaned against the railing without moving.

Chu Yi also didn't know what to do, and could only continue staring at him.

"Stop fighting!" Gao Xiaoyang shouted when he got a chance. "If the dorm manager comes, no one will have a good time!"

The timing of this sentence was very good.

The people fighting in a mess finally separated, glaring back and forth at each other.

Only Chu Yi was still glaring at Fatty Bro.

It wasn't that he wanted to do anything, but he suddenly felt extremely awkward and nervous. He was even afraid that moving his gaze would draw attention to himself.

"Dog Bro!" Hu Biao came to Chu Yi's side at this time and grabbed his arm. "Forget it Dog Bro, let it go, let's treat your wound first."

What Dog Bro...

What forget it Dog Bro...

And let it go...

Chu Yi wanted to hold his head and run away. With Hu Biao's words, he was forcibly portrayed as a stubborn guy who didn't want to stop fighting.

He quickly turned around and followed the people from the dorm back.

"Better not come to our dorm again," Fatty Bro suddenly spoke up from behind. "What I fucking hate most are gays, fucking faggots."

Everyone in the corridor froze.

It took Chu Yi at least ten seconds to react to what Fatty Bro was saying.

Gays?

Fucking faggots?

Was he talking about Zhou Chunyang?

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang had a calm expression. He slowly took a tissue from his pocket, wiped the blood from his face, then took out his glasses from his pocket and slowly wiped them.

"Fucking faggot!" Fatty Bro cursed again and spat on the ground.

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Chunyang put on his glasses and smiled at him. "I'm not interested in you, you're very safe."

Fatty Bro charged forward but was held back.

"Don't fucking disgust this and disgust that," Li Ziqiang came to his senses and pointed at Fatty Bro. "I think you're the fucking most disgusting. One more fucking word from your mouth and I'll fucking take a broom and blast your asshole."

After Li Ziqiang finished this round of rhythmic "fucks", Chu Yi was almost dazed.

Following the people from the dorm back to the room and closing the door, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief, leaning against the door not wanting to move.

Su Bin had come out of the bathroom by this point. Holding a book, he walked towards the door while glancing at Zhou Chunyang: "No wonder people are always giving you trouble..."

"You stand right there!" Zhang Qiang pointed at him.

Su Bin ignored him and walked directly to Chu Yi's side: "Move aside, I'm going to get breakfast."

Chu Yi stood there without moving, still leaning against the door.

He felt that no matter what, whether Zhou Chunyang was gay or a faggot, they were from the same dorm and usually had a decent relationship. Su Bin's behavior at a time like this was very annoying.

Oh. Su Bin didn't have a good relationship with them.

"I've disliked you for a long time!" Zhang Qiang came over, grabbed Su Bin and flung him onto Hu Biao's bed behind them.

Perhaps because the earlier fight was too short and he wasn't satisfied, he grabbed Hu Biao's towel, covered Su Bin's head with it, pounced on him and started throwing punches.

"Hey!" Hu Biao was stunned for a moment. "That's my bed!"

Zhang Qiang ignored him and continued hitting Su Bin.

"Fuck, forget it," Hu Biao sighed and turned his head. "You two should treat your wounds, wash up?"

"I have a first-aid kit." Zhou Chunyang went to open his cabinet and took out a small plastic carry box, placing it on the table.

"Damn," Wu Xu looked at him taking out a full range of disinfection, cleaning and bandaging materials from the box in shock. "Do you get into fights every day? You have everything."

"My mom prepared it for me," Zhou Chunyang said. "She thinks I could be beaten to death at any time. Having these on hand can keep me going until the ambulance arrives."

"Chu Yi, how's your arm?" Li Ziqiang asked.

Chu Yi watched Zhang Qiang beating up Su Bin on the bed while walking to the table: "Tell him to stop hitting."

"Zhang Qiang!" Li Ziqiang called out. "That's enough."

Zhang Qiang stopped: "Fuck."

Su Bin lifted the towel and stood up. His hair was a mess and his clothes were torn, but the expression on his face was very resolute. He silently changed clothes, combed his hair, and walked out of the dorm with his head held high.

"He just has a sharp tongue," Li Ziqiang said. "He can't take a beating, a few hits is enough."

"I didn't use much force." Zhang Qiang sat down at the table.

"Sorry guys, I've caused you trouble twice," Zhou Chunyang took out a small bottle of saline solution and placed it in front of Chu Yi, "Rinse it, disinfect it."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

"I'll help you, brother." Hu Biao immediately came over and picked up the bottle.

"Thank you all," Zhou Chunyang said while treating the wound on his temple in front of the mirror on the table, "I won't beat around the bush, what that idiot said was true. If any of you feel you can't accept it, just say it directly. I can apply to change dorms or rent a place outside."

"Is there anyone who can't accept it?" Li Ziqiang looked at the others.

"This is Chunyang's private matter," Gao Xiaoyang said, "It doesn't affect anyone. I have no objections."

"If you fall for me, don't you dare say it," Zhang Qiang said, "As long as you don't come at me, I have zero objections."

Zhou Chunyang laughed and sighed, turning the mirror to face him: "Brother Qiang, why don't you take a look?"

"Piss off!" Zhang Qiang slapped the table.

Everyone laughed.

After treating the wound, there was no time for breakfast. The group bought bread from the small store and went directly to the teaching building.

Zhou Chunyang's injury was at the temple. He wore a hat to cover it. Chu Yi also purposely wore a long-sleeved t-shirt to hide the wound on his arm.

They had gotten into two fights in the dorm right after school started. If the teachers found out, there would probably be trouble.

Although the teachers didn't notice, within just ten minutes or so, basically all the students knew. After all, the two dorm buildings faced each other. A fight in the corridor on this side could be watched live in high definition from the corridor on the other side.

Chu Yi felt a bit tormented.

Ever since he came here, he had always been the center of attention. This feeling was really a bit hard for him to bear. He just hoped no one would look down on him or bully him. He didn't want to be the focus.

But this time when they came over, everyone was probably looking at Zhou Chunyang.

The classroom was already full. Chu Yi and his dormmates sat in the last two rows, with Zhou Chunyang next to him.

This was a general course. Chu Yi looked at the textbook to make sure he hadn't dizzily grabbed the wrong book.

Career Development.

The name of this course sounded a bit magical.

The teacher was a white-haired old man. He entered the classroom without any self-introduction, wrote the character "Liu" on the blackboard, and began the lecture.

Before even three minutes had passed, Zhou Chunyang yawned beside him.

Chu Yi suddenly felt his eyelids getting a bit heavy.

This Teacher Liu spoke especially softly. Chu Yi's mind tended to wander in class to begin with, and now his tone was simply forcing his thoughts to drift.

But there was a wall next to him instead of a window, so there was nothing to look at. He could only stare at the textbook.

When Zhou Chunyang yawned for the third time, he also yawned along with him.

Zhou Chunyang laughed: "Finally infected you too."

"I can't even hear clearly what he's saying." Chu Yi sighed.

"It doesn't matter if you listen in this class or not," Zhou Chunyang said, "Didn't you see he's not even taking attendance? In two years, this is the only session of this course."

Chu Yi smiled and laid his head on the desk.

Homosexual.

He sized up Zhou Chunyang out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Chunyang was actually gay?

He had no concept of this term. All the content related to homosexuality that he could think of in his mind came from the comedic roles in various movies, speaking effeminately with limp wrists like eunuchs...

Zhou Chunyang was not like that at all. Although he looked quite refined wearing glasses, he wasn't effeminate in the slightest. When fighting, even that bit of refinement was gone.

How could someone like this be gay?

Chu Yi found it very incomprehensible.

But there was no way to ask.

Zhou Chunyang seemed quite open about it, but Chu Yi felt he still couldn't bring himself to inquire about this kind of thing. After all, it was a private matter. Moreover, he had clearly seen the look of contempt on Fatty Bro's face when he spat out "damn gay" at the time.

After class, the dormmates stood together in the corridor.

Li Ziqiang, as if wanting to support his buddy and give him face, kept his arm around Zhou Chunyang's shoulder.

"Damn," he glanced to the side, "This matter has probably already spread everywhere."

"No big deal," Zhou Chunyang said, "It had already spread everywhere when I was in middle school."

"No, but," Zhang Qiang looked at him, "How could a fight break out this morning? How did that idiot in 407 know? Weren't those guys the other day from 404?"

"I ran into the ones from 407 going to find someone in 404 after taking a piss," Zhou Chunyang clicked his tongue, "Fate."

"No, even if you are... you know," Hu Biao frowned, "Is it necessary? To fight every time you meet? Did you steal his boyfriend or something?"

Zhou Chunyang glanced at Hu Biao and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Biao has quite the imagination."

Everyone laughed for a while.

"I didn't fight with those guys from 404 because of this," Zhou Chunyang said, "We just didn't get along to begin with. Today this guy from 407... what's his name? His reaction was so intense it even startled me."

"I'll ask around for you." Hu Biao said.

"Ask around about what?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him.

"Find out what that prick from 407 is called." Hu Biao said.

"Why bother asking about this? I'm not planning to do anything to him." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Don't go randomly asking," Wu Xu said from the side, "There was no issue originally, but if you start inquiring, people will think Chunyang has taken a liking to him."

Chu Yi laughed along with the group for a bit.

This matter was really quite magical to him. Now the dormmates could all joke about it, but he still hadn't wrapped his head around it.

Today's classes were arranged quite intensively. Only after a full day of lessons did he discover that this auto repair major wasn't as he had imagined, tinkering beside cars every day.

Engine maintenance, automotive circuits, chassis repair, electrical engineering basics - all things that were quite confusing to read about. There were also computer basics and physical education classes.

P.E. was probably the most relaxing. They were directly split into two groups to play basketball.

Chu Yi sat on the sidelines the whole time watching. He couldn't play basketball. To be exact, he couldn't play any ball sports. In the past when he was in middle school, no one called him over for team sports, and no one paid him any mind for one-on-one games either.

"Brother," Hu Biao ran over halfway through, "I can't keep going, I'm exhausted. Can you go substitute for me for a bit?"

"I don't know how." Chu Yi said.

"...No way," Hu Biao was stunned for a moment. "How could that be? Look at the girls over there, they're probably all waiting to see you. Our dorm has been the center of attention since military training, with you and Zhou Chunyang."

"Ah." Chu Yi looked at him.

"Now Zhou Chunyang definitely has no chance, he likes guys," Hu Biao said. "Now it's just you, Mutt."

"Shut up." Chu Yi said.

The physical education class was taken together by three classes - auto repair, computer science, and early childhood education. After Hu Biao said this, Chu Yi noticed that quite a few girls from the early childhood education class were sitting on the edge of the court.

"Xiaoyang, you're up." Chu Yi said to Gao Xiaoyang beside him.

"Then I'll go." Gao Xiaoyang stood up, stretched his arms, and went on the court.

"Hey." Hu Biao sighed with a bit of regret.

Unfamiliar classrooms, unfamiliar teachers, unfamiliar teaching methods. After a day of classes, Chu Yi actually felt a little tired, although he recalled that he seemed to have remembered nothing.

After dinner, the people in the dorm started playing games.

As usual, Chu Yi did not participate. He lay on the bed, listening to the group of people shouting, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

In the end, he couldn't help it. He took out his phone and sent a message to Yan Hang.

- Today we got into a fight with the dorm next door again

- Is this your way of exercising?

Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang's reply and laughed for a long time, then stopped smiling. He hesitated for a while before sending another message.

- Someone was giving Zhou Chunyang trouble, saying he was a gay dead faggot

- Zhou Chunyang is gay?

- He admitted it, I find it hard to imagine

- You didn't go along and call him a dead faggot, did you?

- How could I?

Yan Hang didn't reply for a long time, and the screen went black. He pressed it to light it up again, looking at Yan Hang's avatar.

Just as he was about to click in to see if there was any new content in Yan Hang's Moments.

Yan Hang's message came through.

- He didn't hit on you, did he?

Chu Yi was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Yan Hang withdrew the message.

- Too slow to withdraw, I saw it

- Fuck, were you holding your phone the whole time?

- Yeah, holding it so tight the phone can't even breathe

- [Laughing] I felt it was inappropriate after I said it, disrespectful to Zhou Chunyang. Don't think too much, you know? Don't let people think you have a problem with him.

- Mm, I know.

Of course he knew this feeling. A stutter was enough to make him afraid to say too much, let alone Zhou Chunyang's situation.

Chu Yi turned over and looked at the people playing games below.

When his gaze swept over Zhou Chunyang's face, he was suddenly startled.

Could it be that Zhou Chunyang had taken a liking to Yan Hang!