Chapter 27: Don’t Laugh, No One Can Escape This

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Do you know how Ye Zhou spent this night?

He spent the whole night writing the novel… for those ten extra chapters, he wrote for an entire night!

Yes, his hand speed from being single for eighteen years was still as slow as that of a turtle’s.

But if he admitted this shame himself, then it wasn’t shame.

When things don’t go your way, don’t blame the road for being uneven.

If one pair of hands wasn’t enough, he used both his hands and feet.

If one pair of eyes wasn’t enough, he wore an extra pair of glasses.

See that? This was the method he had asked for from the “Great Smarty,” Chen Yuhe.

The Senior Student’s genius idea actually worked!

Thus, it wasn’t until the first ray of morning light pierced through the window and shone upon Ye Zhou’s pale and weak face that he finally exhausted the last of his strength.

He placed his hands on his stomach and lay flat on the bed peacefully. A smile remained on the corners of his lips until his eyelids slowly closed.

Staying up late is a subscription renewal for yesterday, but tomorrow does not recognize the transaction.

***

The next day, how should a freshman at home spend his Sunday?

Ye Zhou was here to demonstrate personally.

First, sleep until 12:00 PM and wake up feeling refreshed—commonly known as sleeping in until you wake up naturally.

Second, take a pleasant shower while humming a song, and order a Pin Hao Fan on Meituan.

That’s right, the incredibly precious Sunday morning time was spent so blissfully.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the Daily Intelligence in his mind began to refresh:

[Today’s Intel: As long as you go out, you will definitely find money.]

‘Wh-what kind of talk is this?’

‘Cliché! Simply cliché!’

Was Ye Zhou the kind of person who would get excited at the sight of money?

“But then again, wearing a suit and tie to go out today wouldn’t be too formal, would it? After all, it’s not like I’m going out to do anything serious; I’m just going out for the sake of going out.”

Ye Zhou frowned at the mirror. His hair had already been combed and blown into a neat slick-back, and he was dressed in a black suit with pointed leather shoes.

“Sigh, forget it, forget it. Time is of the essence. This will have to do.”

Ye Zhou rummaged through his drawers and found a bottle of moisturizer that he rarely used. He applied it to his face in front of the mirror, making himself look white and smell fragrant, before heading out with extreme reluctance!

“Cough, after all, no one would probably have a problem with money, right?”

Ye Zhou couldn’t help but cough lightly, truthfully defending his actions to himself.

Just as he was locking his door and seriously wondering what kind of method of finding money this “finding money as long as you go out” would be…

A sudden gust of wind blew open the window at the end of the hallway, messing up Ye Zhou’s slicked-back hair. Along with it came an object with a paper-like texture that covered his eyes.

“Hmm? What is this thing blinding my eyes?”

Ye Zhou muttered to himself as he took it down. A red 100-yuan bill was clearly visible.

His eyebrows jumped. He insisted on stiffening his neck and shoulders to give another fake cough.

“Cough, so it was money that blinded my eyes. Since it’s God’s guidance, I don’t think I should continue to degrade myself by eating Pin Hao Fan. Instead, I should order a meal that isn’t a group buy!”

As long as a better option exists, one will not cherish what is best currently in front of them.

Don’t laugh; no one can escape this.

***

On the other side, Su Zhihan was at the entrance of a dessert shop. She tucked her messy, slightly curly long hair with one hand and pressed down her slightly ruffled gray pleated skirt with the other, her tone carrying a hint of frustration.

“The weather was so good today. Why did such a strong gust of wind suddenly blow just now?”

“I was thinking that since I don’t have the habit of carrying cash, I’d use my last 100 yuan in cash to buy some dessert.”

“It seems God took it away first.”

“So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

***

In the blink of an eye, Monday arrived.

Monday… that’s a day that doesn’t sound very pleasant.

Ring, ring, ring—

There was a movement under the duvet as a hand slowly reached out. After fumbling in the cold air for a while, it barely managed to turn off the last alarm set on the bedside table. While he was at it, he took advantage of the darkness to glance at the time.

“It’s 7:00 AM. It seems I have an 8:00 AM class today…”

Since things had come to this, Ye Zhou’s eyelids drooped. He stayed in bed with a bird’s nest for hair for another three minutes before getting up. He let out several watery yawns and fumbled his way into the bathroom for a simple wash. During the process, he didn’t open his eyes even once.

When he came out again, he glanced at the alarm clock once more. The minute hand was already halfway through.

“It’s too late to go downstairs for breakfast. Sigh, I’ll just have a quick snack to fill my stomach.”

Thus, Ye Zhou took out ice-cold milk and ice-cold bread from the refrigerator. When he opened the window for some fresh air, the air that rushed in was also ice-cold.

‘Hmm? Today’s air actually smells lifeless?’

“Nothing to say. Anyone who can live this kind of life is truly blessed. Oh, wait, it’s me. Then it’s fine.”

“Ah… I regret it so much. If I had known, I wouldn’t have played games so late last night. But several classmates from the Department of Computer Science that I’m somewhat familiar with invited me, so it was hard to refuse.”

Ye Zhou mechanically chewed the bread mixed with milk. He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, his tone full of sincerity.

‘God, I want to ask you, can you give me one more Sunday? I didn’t pray to you for a week, nor did I pray to you for a month, or even a year. So, can’t you just give me one more Sunday?’

At the same time, the Daily Intelligence in his mind began to refresh:

[Today’s Intel: You will be hit by a car on your way to Jianghai University.]

Ye Zhou froze for a moment. Even the bread mixed with milk in his mouth didn’t taste good anymore—though it wasn’t good to begin with.

Wasn’t the content of Today’s Intel clearly telling him to avoid a disaster?

“Oh well, I guess there’s no other way.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go to my 8:00 AM class. After all, the sky is big, the earth is big, but life is the biggest.”

“No, for safety’s sake and just in case, I won’t even think about stepping out of the house today.”

“Ouch, how painful, how painful. For someone like me who isn’t a shut-in, staying at home all day is definitely a form of suffering.”

“But then again, it can’t be helped. I’ll just have to bear with it.”

Ye Zhou immediately pulled out his phone, struggling to suppress the rising corners of his mouth. He quickly dialed the instructor’s number.

“Hello, Teacher Xia? This is Ye Zhou from the Department of Computer Science. I might not be able to make it to the 8:00 AM class today. Yes, I’d like to ask for a leave of absence. I accidentally got hit by a car on the way to school.”

“No, no, no, it’s not that serious. It’s just a slight ankle sprain. I’m at the clinic getting some medicine right now. The doctor said I’ll fully recover after resting at home for a day.”

“Mm, okay, okay, I understand.”

Fortunately, this Teacher Xia was beautiful, kind-hearted, and very easy to talk to.

Ye Zhou only needed to send her a leave request online.

Of course, it might also be because it was his first time requesting leave.

“Done, click send!”

Ye Zhou closed his laptop with one hand, stood up, and took a long stretch. Holding his phone, he flopped onto the bed in a starfish position, planning to surf the web for a bit before going back to sleep.

But at that moment, a message popped up at the top of the screen, instantly catching his eye.

Someone had mentioned @Ye Zhou in the Drama Club chat group.

An ominous feeling faintly rose in his heart: ‘It can’t be that the Drama Club has something to do today, can it?’