"Right, I forgot to ask you," Zhou Chunyang picked up a small stone, "These are yours, right? That day the fight spilled into the dorm, throwing and stepping on things, trampling all over the place. I searched for a long time to gather them all..."

"404's doing?" Chu Yi turned his face to look at him.

"That bastard from 407, he charged in more fiercely than 404," Li Ziqiang said, "Are these stones valuable? Make him compensate."

"Even if they're not valuable, still need to make him compensate." Gao Xiaoyang said.

That bastard from 407 was Fatty Bro.

Chu Yi felt his hands trembling.

Looking at these scuffed up small stones, thinking of how Fatty Bro and his group had trampled them under their shoe soles, rubbing back and forth, he felt his vision turning a bit red.

If they were just random stones he had picked up himself, he might have endured it.

But these were picked by Yan Hang, picked by Yan Hang before he had appeared. These weren't just any random stones!

Chu Yi stood up and took a stone from the table.

"Chu Yi," Zhou Chunyang immediately called out to him, "What are you doing?"

Chu Yi didn't make a sound and walked straight to the dorm door.

"Stop him!" Zhou Chunyang shouted.

Hu Biao was closest to the door and immediately came over, reaching out to grab his arm, "Dog Bro, Bro..."

Chu Yi glanced at him. Hu Biao's expression froze for a moment, then his whole body froze, not even finishing his words.

By the time the others in the dorm came back to their senses and followed out, Chu Yi had already entered dorm 407.

Fatty Bro was standing by the window looking out. The few from 404 were also there. Seeing him enter, they all froze.

Chu Yi didn't know if there were any other rules for arranged fights, like time, place, characters, or plot. He had never arranged one before.

But now he wasn't arranging a fight. This was his own business.

Even if this was an arranged fight now, with his mind full of rage, he wouldn't care about any rules or not. The mutt makes the rules.

No one in the room made a sound. The few from their 403 who had followed over blocked the doorway, also not speaking. With things having reached this state, there was nothing more to say.

Chu Yi walked up to Fatty Bro and stretched out his hand, palm holding a small stone that had been worn down.

"What's this for?" Fatty Bro glanced at him, "Isn't Zhou Chunyang your boyfriend? Running to me to give some token of love."

"Zhou Chunyang is your daddy." Zhou Chunyang said coldly from the doorway.

Fatty Bro let out a cold laugh, probably wanting to say something, but before his smile could fully form, Chu Yi had already swung a fist into his face.

This swinging punch was heavy, smashing into his left cheek. For at least three seconds, he would be in a dazed state.

Before he could break free from this wonderful feeling, Chu Yi's fist struck his left cheek again.

Fatty Bro staggered and fell heavily onto the bed beside him.

Chu Yi went over, grabbed his hair at the back of his head, pulled his head up and smashed it against the bed board.

Foul play!

If it's foul play then it's foul play!

The room was quiet.

It wasn't like what Chu Yi had initially imagined, that once he made the first move, an all-out brawl would begin. He had even been mindful of a possible sneak attack from behind, like someone smashing a chair over his head or something.

But there was none of that.

Everyone stood in place.

No one moved, and no one spoke.

Chu Yi stared at Fatty Bro.

The smash against the bed board must have been quite fierce. Blood flowed from one of Fatty Bro's nostrils and he had a somewhat dazed expression.

Chu Yi didn't know what to do next. He could only wait for him to wake from the daze.

After a while, Fatty Bro finally showed some movement.

He let out a howl.

After finishing the howl, he touched his nose with his hand.

He howled again.

Then there was no more sound.

Chu Yi was a bit at a loss from his howling. After looking at him a couple times, he turned and walked out.

The people in the room still stood unmoving. As he walked out the door, Li Ziqiang patted him on the shoulder and looked at the people inside, "Still fighting today?"

No one made a sound.

"Let's disperse." Zhou Chunyang said.

The few from 403 followed Chu Yi back to the dorm together.

Only after reaching the hallway did Chu Yi see that those on this floor who hadn't gone home had probably all come over by now, but their faces all showed a sense of unfinished business. After all, the fight time had been too short, and those who arrived late didn't even see what happened.

Back in the dorm, Wu Xu closed the door, thought for a bit, then locked it, and leaned against the door.

No one in the room spoke.

After a long while of silence, Zhou Chunyang finally opened his mouth, "Fuck."

"Fuck!" Hu Biao gaped.

"Fuck." Li Ziqiang also said.

"Fuck." Zhang Qiang said.

"Damn." Gao Xiaoyang broke the pattern.

"He didn't get beaten crazy, right?" Wu Xu said.

"I was more afraid he got beaten to death," Zhou Chunyang said, "Someone give me a cigarette to calm my nerves."

"I have some." Li Ziqiang took out cigarettes. The few of them shared, each holding one between their lips.

After silently taking a few puffs, Zhou Chunyang spoke again, "Was it even ten seconds?"

"I don't know," Hu Biao said, "This is the shortest fight I've ever experienced."

"This isn't a fight," Gao Xiaoyang said, "This is called crushing."

"I'll go take a look," Zhou Chunyang said with a cigarette in his mouth, ready to go out, "In case there are any adverse reactions, should we send him to the hospital?"

"Don't go, I'll go," Li Ziqiang said, "You've already become Chu Yi's boyfriend. If you go deal with this matter again, you two might as well be married."

Zhou Chunyang frowned. Li Ziqiang pushed aside the still dazed Wu Xu and walked out the door.

"Who spread it?" Zhou Chunyang frowned.

"What?" Hu Biao looked at him, "Boyfriend? I'll ask around. I haven't heard anyone say that before. I guess that bastard came up with it himself."

Chu Yi had been silent the whole time, sitting by the table, staring at the few small stones, lost in thought.

After beating up Fatty Bro, his little stones were still the same.

But he had calmed down.

Theoretically, he should be feeling lingering fear now, as he had hit Fatty Bro very hard.

But he wasn't afraid, although his hands were still shaking a bit.

At this moment, his mind was filled with distress, staring at the small stones, trying to figure out if they could be repaired.

"It's okay," Li Ziqiang came back to the dorm with a cigarette in his mouth. He paused for a moment and suddenly laughed, "When I went to see, that bastard was crying."

"Crying?" Zhang Qiang was stunned.

"Yeah," Li Ziqiang nodded, "Chu Yi beat him until he cried, isn't that awesome?"

"Damn." Zhou Chunyang put out his cigarette butt.

"Damn." Zhang Qiang said.

"Damn." Wu Xu glanced at Chu Yi.

"Awesome, man." Gao Xiaoyang broke formation again.

"This," Zhou Chunyang sat down at the table and used his fingers to pick at the two broken small stones, "It can be glued back together, right?"

"Mm, it should, be possible." Chu Yi said.

"These should also be able to be polished," Zhou Chunyang looked at the other small stones, "There are tools in the garage, polishing them shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you." Chu Yi turned to look at him.

"What are you thanking me for?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"For picking them up and, bringing them back." Chu Yi said.

The guys in the dorm were all very casual. If it weren't for Zhou Chunyang, these small stones might not have been noticed by anyone until he returned.

"Don't mention it. I just thought they might be quite important," Zhou Chunyang said softly, "They fell out when the pillow was pulled."

"Mm." Chu Yi nodded. He had put the small stones in the pillowcase.

They were very important.