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"Just go get a leave note, it's not a big deal." Liang Ming took a can of cola, popped the tab with a bang, and took a satisfying sip.
"This stuff is bad for your health, drink less," Qi Shen shot him a glance.
"That's just nonsense; there are only these substances inside. I've never heard of any that can harm fertility. Right, Divine Doctor Zhang?" Liang Ming tilted his head back and took another sip.
"I think your body matches your identity quite well—Air Force," Zhang Yang joked.
After landing, everyone lost interest in Liang Ming's invitation to treat and began to disperse, claiming they had things to do. Soon after, the Shanhai Military Region sent vehicles to take them back one by one. Zhang Yang had his admission notice with him at the time; after completing training, he retrieved his belongings and was directly taken to Huaxia University of Political Science and Law.
Zhang Yang inquired along the way and arrived at the student office. "Oh, you must be Zhang Yang. Your parents have requested leave for you; I'll handle the paperwork right away." A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in the student office was very enthusiastic and immediately processed Zhang Yang's paperwork. Next, he went to the Dormitory Management Office to collect bedding and keys; Zhang Yang's dormitory was in Room 306 of Building 1 for boys.
Upon entering the dormitory, Zhang Yang found it was a four-person room. There was no one inside; they probably all went to class. Only the upper bunk on the left was empty, so he threw his things up there. "Parents?" After resting for a moment, Zhang Yang thought it must be Shen Zhiyu who requested the leave, actually using a parent's name.
Thus, Zhang Yang decided to report to Heavenly Mechanism Group first and wait for the others in the dormitory to return in the evening before contacting his counselor for their phone numbers.
It was then that Zhang Yang remembered he hadn't turned on his phone since getting it back. Surprisingly, Blade Training Camp was quite considerate; even though the phone had been off, they charged it once a week. So after training, he could use it right away. Once he powered it on, dozens of messages flooded in—most were from Ding Weiwei, along with missed call notifications from her and several others like Black Wolf, Azheng, and Fatty Pan. Zhang Yang first explained his situation to everyone that he had arrived at Huaxia University of Political Science and Law before finally dialing Ding Weiwei's number.
"Pretty Boy, you've been training for so long and just now turned your phone on," Ding Weiwei's voice came through the line; she had given Zhang Yang a new nickname—Pretty Boy.
"Don't mention it; starting school delayed me by a week," Zhang Yang felt a rush of happiness hearing Ding Weiwei's sweet voice. "I missed you!"
"Heartless! I just arrived in Yanjing today and will report to school tomorrow; I'm staying at a hotel... I can't talk now; my dad is knocking on the door. I'll contact you later tonight. Kisses!"
Before Zhang Yang could respond, there was a busy signal on the other end. After hanging up, Zhang Yang walked from the dormitory to the school gate. Turning right outside, he found a bus stop beside the entrance. While dialing Shen Zhiyu's number, he glanced at the signboard and saw that it was only three stops from school to Heavenly Mechanism Group's building.
"You returned just in time; I just sat down in my office. Come over; call me when you reach the gate. Your work ID and fingerprint registration haven't been done yet; we'll handle everything together and introduce you to your mentor, Mr. Luo," Shen Zhiyu said over the phone.
Just as he was speaking, a bus arrived, and Zhang Yang got on.
There weren't many people on the bus, but there were no empty seats. Zhang Yang stood behind a girl near the back door. The girl was of medium height, wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, with her hair simply tied up. From the back, she looked both simple and pure.
Hearing someone approach from behind, the girl turned her head slightly. This glance left Zhang Yang somewhat dazed: Oh my, is this the person from the painting?
"She is simply stunning, with hair like a knife's edge and brows like ink paintings. Wait, that's a description of Jia Baoyu," Zhang Yang thought to himself. "I never expected to see such a girl on the bus. The blush on her cheeks is like watercolors blending together, so natural. From behind she looks ordinary, but this face—wow, it's incredible..."
Noticing Zhang Yang's expression, the girl shot him a look of disgust and quickly turned back around.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang awkwardly looked up at the bus ceiling.
Less than a minute later, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a gust of wind hit his face. Although he was looking at the ceiling, he still reacted quickly and turned his head just in time to hear a "slap." It turned out that the girl in front had swung her hand back to hit Zhang Yang, but he dodged just in time, and her slap landed on the vertical pole in the bus with a loud sound.
"Pervert!" The girl exclaimed with wide eyes, glaring at Zhang Yang, her voice ringing like silver bells.
"Are you out of your mind, miss?" Zhang Yang retorted. He felt embarrassed after being glared at earlier; now being slapped without reason and then labeled as a "pervert" was too much. "Just looking at you makes me a pervert? Then there are perverts all over the street!"
"You are the pervert! Handsy jerk!" the girl shouted angrily.
"I said, clarify what you mean! Did I touch you?" Zhang Yang looked around as people began to stare at them and wondered what was happening.
"What do you mean? He just touched me!" The girl actually shouted at the passengers.
"When did I touch you?" Zhang Yang replied while scanning his surroundings. Then he noticed something: sitting in a seat slightly behind the girl was a young man with permed hair who was sneaking lewd smiles. His position allowed him to reach out and touch the girl's backside easily, and he was right next to Zhang Yang, making it hard to notice him.
Zhang Yang grabbed Chrysanthemum Head by the collar. "Was it you?"
"Big Brother, it was clearly you who touched me..." Chrysanthemum Head immediately put on a pitiful expression.
When Zhang Yang heard this, he extended his finger and poked it into Chrysanthemum Head's rib. "Ah!!!" Chrysanthemum Head screamed like a slaughtered pig; before he could catch his breath, Zhang Yang poked him again in the groin.
"I touched it, I touched it, Big Brother, spare me."
Zhang Yang released his grip, and Chrysanthemum Head immediately rolled and twitched on the floor of the bus. Those two pokes had hit nerve-rich points, sharp in force and high in pain level; Chrysanthemum Head couldn't withstand it.
"Everyone saw it, right? This person was secretly touching!" Zhang Yang shouted loudly.
"You both are no good!" The girl said half-believingly but couldn't pursue it further as the bus arrived at the stop. She got off with a huff.
"Stinking pervert!" Zhang Yang angrily kicked Chrysanthemum Head, who was lying on the ground. Amidst Chrysanthemum Head's cries of agony, he sat down in the seat that Chrysanthemum Head had originally occupied.
Chrysanthemum Head struggled to get up, trembling as he avoided Zhang Yang and walked toward the back of the bus, his eyes filled with resentment.
After getting off at the stop, Zhang Yang discovered that right behind the bus stop was the entrance to Sky Foundation. At that moment, Shen Zhiyu walked out from the entrance and noticed that Zhang Yang's expression wasn't too good. He smiled and said, "Oh dear, Millionaire experiencing life by taking the bus; looks like it's not very pleasant."
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