Chapter 162: God's Life

When they returned to the dormitory, they saw a stranger in the room.

Oh, the last roommate?

Dutch Potato, Squirrel, and Like Jade were not back yet. The newcomer was smoking on the balcony.

Seeing Wang Yan and Song Chen enter, the new roommate did not move. He waved with a cigarette in his hand and greeted them.

"Hello, Bros! I'm your roommate Zhang Yiwei from Sichuan."

Zhang Yiwei was dark and skinny. He wasn't tall but looked very valiant.

The sides of his hair were shaved to reveal the scalp, and the hair on the top of his head all stood up on ends. He looked like a veteran smoker with a cigarette between his fingers. He didn't have stage fright at all when greeting others.

Since the new boy acted casual, Wang Yan of course acted even more casual.

"Bro, come over and help us after smoking!"

Zhang Yiwei was stunned. He thought for a moment, threw away the half-smoked cigarette, and rubbed his hands as he walked into the dormitory.

"Bro, what's up?"

"My name Is Wang Yan."

Wang Yan first introduced himself, then turned his head to his new roommate.

"Please hang up the curtains with Song Chen. The curtain that the school provided doesn't block out the light. We've bought a new set."

"Yep!"

Zhang Yiwei clapped his hands and took the bag from Song Chen.

In Sichuan dialect, "Yep"was usually used as a response between friends. The mood displayed was more positive.

Wang Yan didn't stand on ceremony with him , which put him in a good mood. He immediately felt closer to his roommates.

The two of them began to remove the curtains. The stool was not high enough, and the windowsill was not convenient to step on. Zhang Yiwei was at most 173 centimeters tall, which made the task a little difficult for him.

Wang Yan shouted, "Just step on my bed sheet. It's fine with me!"

Zhang Yiwei did something silly. Hearing Wang Yan's words, he pulled up the bed sheet and stepped on the bed board.

Wang Yan immediately said, "You fool! I told you to step on the bed sheet because I don't want it anymore. Why are you stepping on the bed board? I can't change it, too!"

Despite the criticism, it sounded more like a barb between buddies. The Sichuan boy scratched his head and chuckled.

"What? Why don't you want this nce sheet?"

"I bought a new one. I'll change it."

Wang Yan pulled off the sheet and asked casually, "When did you come? Have you seen the others?"

"10 o'clock! I only saw the Potato. Why did that kid Call himself Potato? He put down his stuff and went out."

Zhang Yiwei's accent was very heavy, and his words were not organized. His thoughts seemed to be jumping around.

Wang Yan noticed they were sweating as they put on the curtain. He closed the door and turned on the air conditioner. At that moment, a ball returned to the opposite dormitory. Seeing Wang Yan and the others, he immediately came in and greeted them with a smile.

"Young Master Wang, do you guys need help?"

Wang Yan remembered that the little fatty, Hu Liang, was from Fujian. Yesterday, when they were chatting, Hu Liang had said, "I like Guo Degeng the most."

His accent had improved greatly. Tsk! Tsk!

President Wang suddenly thought of Like Jade who was from Jilin and Zhang Yiwei who was from Sichuan. He had a premonition that the two of them would have a fierce clash when they met...

Emmm, Like Jade had a pretty good chance of winning...

He stopped his distracting thoughts and waved at the little fatty. "Come, help me change the quilt cover."

The little fatty swaggered up to help -- Hu Liang was 1.65 meters tall and weighed 160 kilograms. He had to walk splay-footed to keep balance.

Touching the quilt and its cover, the little fatty suddenly looked a little puzzled. "Young Master Wang, did you buy the quilt yourself?"

"Yes."

"How much is it? It looks expensive!"

"This one costs 4,000 yuan," Wang Yan said casually and didn't stop what he was doing.

The little fatty's narrow eyes widened, shining with an unrecognizable light.

"F*ck! Jiaxiweimougong!"

A word that no one could understand suddenly popped out from his mouth.

Zhang Yiwei, who was standing on Wang Yan's bed, turned around. He was dumbfounded. "What the heck?!"

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"Put on the curtains properly. Don't fall!"

Wang Yan hurriedly gestured him to return to the work he was doing.

"Yep!"

Zhang Yiwei turned back and continued to work. His attitude did not change much.

The little fatty thought about it and did not deliberately flatter Wang Yan.

After returning to their own domitories yesterday, they had a hot discussion about Wang Yan. The final conclusion was that the Big Brother's family either had a mine or was a big shot in another industry.

In short, he was awesome.

It was not just because he had settled the air-conditioning issue. It was because that they were amazed by the confidence, self-restraint, and quality that he had displayed during the entire incident.

Freshmen were just innocent but not idiots.

They didn't have the aura of the big brother.

However, most of them could tell whether a person was tough to deal with or not. It was just that some were more sensitive than others.

The most sensitive person should be Like Jade... Emmm.

The little fatty, Hu Liang, was quite shrewd. When he realized that Wang Yan wasn't intentionally flaunting his wealth and was just chatting normally, he didn't exclaim but continued the converstion.

"Young Master Wang, why didn't you buy a mattress?"

"I don't need a mattress. A harder bed board is good to sleep on. I'm not that particular."

As soon as the last sentence left his mouth, the others all looked awkard...

Big Brother, how can you think you're not particular?

Is there another freshman who's more particular than you?

In the awkard silence, Dutch Potato pushed the door open and entered with a bunch of things.

They included pots, bowls, plates, basins, etc-- the daily things that were used in the dormitory.

When he saw Wang Yan, he immediately came over to report, "Brother Wang, I spent a total of 279 yuan. I'll leave the remaining money on your table!"

What the heck!

You bought so many daily necessities for less than 300 yuan?!

What a talent...

Wang Yan didn't have the time to look at those things. He said casually, "Keep the money to pay the electricity bill. It's my idea to get so many electrical appliances. I can't let you guys spend too much on the expenses."

"What are you talking about?"

Dutch Potato was so anxious that his face turned purple.

"We get to live a comfortable life all because of you. It's our duty to pay the water and electricity bills?"

Zhang Yiwei then realized that the air conditioner was installed by Wang Yan. He asked Song Chen in a low voice, "What do we have in our bedrooms?"

"Air conditioner, a washing machine, a small refrigerator, for the time being."

Song Chen replied in a low voice, adding the words "for the time being" very cleverly.

Zhang Yiwei stuck out his tongue. "Our life is super comfortable..."

Song Chen nodded in agreement. He turned his head and shouted, "Brother Wang, I'll for the expenses, too!"

"Count me in!" Zhang Yiwei agreed.

"Alright."

Wang Yan waved his hand. He didn't bother to argue with them about this.

Even if they didn't have this budget in their living expenses, he would make it up to them sooner or later as long as they shared a room with him. Let's just leave it at that.

"Then we'll each pay 100 yuan a month as the dormitory's public fund. The water and electricity expenses will be paid from there. Dutch Potato, you're a meticulous person. It's up to you to manage it for us!"

Dutch Potato's dark face turned purple again when he heard that.

"Sure! Brother Wang, don't worry. The errands are all mine. I'll take care of them!"

The little fatty watched the scene enviously.

Look at these guys' university life. They live like a God!

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