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Leaving the Dormitory Office, Nezha headed straight back to his room to pack his belongings. Packing, in this case, meant shoving everything haphazardly into his suitcase and backpack. Clothes were crammed in without folding, books and miscellaneous items were mixed together, and even the throw pillows and posters from his bed were not spared; everything was stuffed in without a second thought.
"Are you going to a disaster relocation or something?" his roommate Chen Yang teased as he watched Nezha's chaotic packing method.
"Shut up!" Nezha snapped back. "If you three hadn't run off first, I wouldn't be in such a mess!"
"Hey, it's not our fault we were slow!" Chen Yang shrugged. "Once the dorm is fixed, we'll all live together again. Just bear with it for a few days! Who knows, living with a top student might even boost your grades!"
"Get lost!" Nezha threw a pillow at him, but Chen Yang dodged it skillfully and laughed as he ran out of the dorm.
After finishing his packing, Nezha dragged two large suitcases and a backpack, panting as he arrived at Dormitory Building Four. Compared to the shabby dorm he had lived in before, this building was indeed much more impressive: clean glass doors, a tidy lobby, and even an elevator!
"Damn, is the school discriminating? Why do they get to live in such a nice place?" Nezha grumbled to himself as he took out his key card and checked the room number: 412.
Stepping into the elevator, Nezha pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator rose smoothly and soon arrived at its destination. As the doors opened, Nezha was stunned by the clean and bright hallway before him. The floor was spotless, the walls were pristine white, and there were even decorative plants and an elegant bulletin board.
"This isn't a dormitory; it's practically a five-star hotel!" Nezha thought with a hint of envy.
He found room 412, took a deep breath, and swiped his card to open the door. As soon as it swung open, a faint pleasant aroma wafted out, momentarily catching him off guard. This was no ordinary university dorm; it looked like a carefully arranged little home: a tidy desk adorned with neatly stacked books and stationery, a bed made with meticulous care, lush green plants in the corner, and even the floor gleamed as if it had just been mopped.
"Is anyone here?" Nezha called out tentatively but received no response.
He let out a sigh of relief; it seemed Ao Bing wasn't in the dorm. Nezha pushed his suitcase inside and began to examine this space where he would be living for the week. Although not large, the layout was sensible and well-lit. On the left side was a desk filled with books and stationery—clearly Ao Bing's; on the right side was another empty desk that seemed to be prepared for Nezha. Two single beds occupied either side of the room: one on the left covered with deep blue sheets neatly arranged, while the one on the right had just been fitted with new sheets and blankets—likely freshly prepared for him.
Nezha walked over to the bed on the right side, casually tossing his backpack down with a thud. He stretched lazily and then unceremoniously plopped down onto the bed, the mattress bouncing him a little as he settled in.
"Not bad!" Nezha nodded in approval and began to survey Ao Bing's living area.
On the desk, besides textbooks and notebooks, there was a high-end laptop and an elegant desk lamp. On the bedside table sat a picture frame containing a family photo. In it, a middle-aged man stood in the center, flanked by a young Ao Bing. Strangely, there were no female figures in the picture.
"Haha, so Ice Block Face could smile when he was little!" Nezha remarked, looking at the bright smile of young Ao Bing in the photo. For some reason, he felt a twinge of envy.
He continued to explore and discovered that Ao Bing's wardrobe was meticulously organized, with clothes hung neatly by color and type. The shoes were lined up in the shoe cabinet, and even the socks were folded neatly. On the wall hung several posters, not of pop stars, but of classical musicians and poets.
"Tsk tsk, definitely a bookworm!" Nezha scoffed as he began to unpack his belongings.
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