NOVPUB"Wu Bin, why do I feel like you haven’t been very happy lately, are you missing Jin Zhiya?"
Ever since the trampling incident at the Pear Institute, Yang Kang was adamant about not letting Wu Bin and the others leave First Ear University so easily.
Yang Kang felt that it was too dangerous outside, and that he could be more at ease with them staying in their dormitory.
Hearing Song Bing ask this question, Wu Bin curled his lips and said, "Do I look like the kind of person who would pine for a woman?"
"I’m contemplating philosophical questions."
Song Bing gave him a disdainful look.
"Come off it, I think you’re just upset because the instructor won’t let you leave the school, so you’re feeling depressed, right?"
"If you ask me, staying inside the school isn’t so bad, the girls at First Ear University are quite pretty. I heard there’s a mixer tonight with the finance class from First Ear, aren’t you going to get up and get ready?"
"Not interested."
Wu Bin turned over, facing the back of the sofa.
While applying hair gel, Xue Qiang said, "Come on, Wu Bin is so handsome, does he even need to dress up?"
"We should worry more about ourselves. It’s just as well if Wu Bin doesn’t go; after all, he’s already surrounded by so many beauties."
Song Bing and Liang Ren nodded in agreement at the side.
Wu Bin’s looks, even in a land filled with technology and hard labor like Dragon Country, were absolutely crushing.
Song Bing and the other two were discussing what to wear that evening.
But Wu Bin was weighed down with thoughts.
Because he realized that the effects of his fungal disease hadn’t ended.
Does that mean his previous foot infection from Xiao Hu that nearly led to amputation wasn’t the end of it?
Just thinking about the unbearable itching from before made Wu Bin feel like his life was not worth living.
If he had to experience that once more, wouldn’t that be too painful?
This was also why Wu Bin had been in a bad mood the whole time.
After all, he knew neither when nor how he would fall ill again.
As Wu Bin was musing, his phone suddenly vibrated.
He took out his phone to see it was a new friend request.
Wu Bin instinctively thought to reject it.
But when he saw the requester’s profile picture, he was stunned.
"Are you Jin Zhiya?"
After accepting the friend request, Wu Bin sent a message.
The other party quickly replied with a cute bunny girl emoji.
"Hello, uncle, have you missed me?"
"No," Wu Bin replied honestly.
Jin Zhiya immediately sent a very sad emoji.
"Uncle, thank you for your encouragement. I’ve had an honest talk with my dad, and I’ll live on well."
Seeing Jin Zhiya say this, Wu Bin instantly panicked.
It wasn’t serious.
What did I tell you?
I didn’t encourage you at all!
After these two bizarre incidents, Wu Bin truly became scared.
He wanted nothing to do with the struggles of big families, but trouble just kept coming his way.
Perhaps knowing that Wu Bin didn’t want to talk about these topics, Jin Zhiya took the initiative to send Wu Bin another message.
"I heard that uncle is going to a mixer tonight? You better not dress up too nicely, or I’ll get jealous."
Wu Bin snorted coldly.
A woman trying to flirt with me, huh? Crude techniques.
Wu Bin was so uninterested in replying that he simply locked his phone screen and continued to lie on the sofa to sleep.
…
That evening, Song Bing shook Wu Bin awake.
"Wu Bin, stop sleeping, get up, we’re about to leave."
As Wu Bin opened his eyes, he was immediately startled.
"Holy shit! What are you guys doing?"
Song Bing and the other two were wearing tuxedos, with white shirts underneath; their hair was so shiny that it nearly blinded Wu Bin.
The worst part was that all three of them were wearing black leather shoes and white socks, and their suit pants were a whole section too short!
But not for a moment did the three of them think there was anything wrong with their attire, in fact, they even felt a bit handsome.
Song Bing confidently adjusted the bowtie around his neck with his hand.
"How about it, Brother Wu, do we look handsome?"
Wu Bin felt a headache coming on.
"What do you think?"
The three modestly said, "We’re a bit less than Brother Wu, but a bit better than everyone else."
Are you writing poetry here when I ask for your self-assessment?
Wu Bin couldn’t be bothered to speak anymore.
Just by looking at these three clowns in their getup, you could tell they must have fussed all afternoon.
If he said they didn’t look good, they would probably flip out on the spot.
Wu Bin casually put on a jacket, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and headed straight out the door.
They left the dorm and gathered downstairs.
The moment Wu Bin stepped out of the dorm building, he was taken aback.
It turned out not only were Song Bing and his crew dressed like clowns, but everyone else was in tuxedos, too.
Even Yang Kang had changed into a black turtleneck sweater and a casual suit.
Seeing Wu Bin come down in just a jacket, Yang Kang immediately frowned.
"Wu Bin, why aren’t you wearing a suit? Didn’t I notify everyone in the group?"
Yang Kang had sent a notification in the group?
Wu Bin looked at Song Bing and the others, only to see them quickly divert their gaze, whistling as if to show they had nothing to do with it.
Alright, alright.
You three beasts! You deliberately didn’t inform me so I wouldn’t steal your thunder, huh?
Wu Bin played it straight and said to Yang Kang, "Oh, that’s right, Instructor. I felt a bit uncomfortable this afternoon, so I lay down on the couch and fell asleep, and didn’t see the message."
"I wasn’t prepared anyway, so I’ll just go back to sleep. You guys have fun."
Seeing Wu Bin about to leave, Yang Kang hurriedly called him back.
"Hold on, what’s the rush?"
Yang Kang didn’t feel easy about Wu Bin staying in the dorm alone. What if something happened?
Yang Kang touched his nose, somewhat helplessly saying, "How about this, when we enter later, you just follow at the back. After the social begins, just find a corner to sit in. Do me a favor and attend at least."
The corner of Wu Bin’s mouth lifted slightly.
"Since you put it like that, Instructor, I’ll do you this favor."
Wu Bin moved to stand at the end of the line, yawning.
Unexpectedly, Han Jiaoyan and Xu Qian also voluntarily moved back to stand beside Wu Bin.
Yang Kang pretended he didn’t see the two’s little maneuver.
After all, who would dare mess with Xu Qian, being the daughter of Xu Wenyao?
"Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s set off."
"But before we do, I still have to remind you, you’re now representing the image of Dragon Country Agricultural University."
"Be proper in your speech and conduct later on, and don’t disgrace our Agricultural University. Let’s go!"
And so, Yang Kang led a group of students from Agricultural University towards the First Ear Performance Hall.
Guided by the staff, the group stopped at the entrance.
After a while, someone from inside opened the door.
The moment Yang Kang and his group walked in, the performance hall erupted into thunderous applause!
Song Bing and the others looked up and immediately felt their legs go weak.
"Wasn’t it supposed to be a social gathering with the finance class? Why are there so many people? It’s practically full!"
Yang Kang was also stunned.
They couldn’t have gone to the wrong place, could they? The performance hall was packed with at least two hundred people!
