Dormitory 601.
Zhou Xing hadn't entered yet.
He could already hear the voices of discussion inside.
"I wonder what our last remaining Roommate looks like."
"Why worry about that? If we click, we click. If we don't... there's no need to force it."
"As long as he's not a busybody who has to control everything, we can all be good bros."
"There were so many beautiful girls today for the start of term. I saw at least a dozen who were an eight out of ten or higher. As expected of the Hucheng Conservatory of Music, a place teeming with beauties. I definitely didn't come here by mistake."
"Should we tidy up a bit and go out later to look for opportunities, brothers?"
"..."
Zhou Xing arrived at the doorway.
Inside, three young men were sitting, cigarettes in hand, chatting and laughing.
Inside the dorm room.
Smoke hung thick in the air.
Zhou Xing frowned.
These guys were still the same. He didn't have a problem with smoking itself; in his previous life, when work stress was high, he'd also light one up to unwind.
As long as you had your Roommate's agreement, or showed some respect by choosing a well-ventilated place like the balcony, it was all fine.
But obviously... these three Roommates had no such awareness.
The corners of Zhou Xing's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cold smile.
In his previous life, they not only smoked openly in the dorm but completely ignored Zhou Xing's attempts to dissuade them.
They even went as far as provocatively flicking cigarette butts onto his spot.
The reason was simple.
All three were locals from Shanghai, and their family circumstances were quite good.
They quickly became a tight-knit group.
Facing Zhou Xing, an out-of-towner with very ordinary means, they weren't nearly as amiable.
They didn't treat the dorm as a shared space at all, viewing it instead as their own private backyard.
They never cleaned, leaving it all to Zhou Xing, who would eventually do it himself when he couldn't stand the mess anymore.
Not only did they watch coldly from the sidelines, they would also sneer and mock him.
All just because Zhou Xing's circumstances weren't good enough, and because he refused their invitations... spoiling their fun.
The three of them stuck together.
Zhou Xing had no recourse. He wanted to move out or transfer dorms.
But he didn't have enough living expenses to cover the cost of renting a place off-campus.
As for the counselor, it was a case of 'the less trouble, the better.'
So after graduating from university, he naturally chose to cut ties with them.
Of course... these people probably never gave Zhou Xing a second thought either.
Zhou Xing narrowed his eyes.
The three before him had no idea that he had managed to return to this era.
And that he was completely reborn.
Expressionless, Zhou Xing walked into the dorm with his single-strap bag slung over his shoulder.
The three immediately noticed Zhou Xing.
"Huh?"
One of them, a tall, thin guy wearing glasses, looked at Zhou Xing with a mix of surprise and doubt.
Then he suddenly stood up from his chair: "Are you Zhou Xing?"
"Of course I'm Zhou Xing. Isn't my name posted on the desk?"
Zhou Xing said flatly.
This guy was Yang Zhenlong. His family situation was far inferior to the other two; they lived in Shanghai's old city, the whole family crammed into a dark, windowless apartment of less than fifty square meters.
When he first arrived at the dorm, he seemed very insecure.
He and Zhou Xing should have been in the same boat, but that wasn't the case.
He quickly latched onto the other two Roommates as his backers, obeying their every word.
In turn, within the dorm, he was the one who ostracized Zhou Xing the most severely.
Whenever conflicts arose between Zhou Xing and the other two, he was always the first to step forward, acting as the vanguard to show his loyalty.
"No, no..."
Now, standing in front of Zhou Xing, Yang Zhenlong was so nervous he started stammering: "Are you the new student who registered today?"
Zhou Xing gave him a glance and lost his patience: "Are you an idiot? Isn't everyone here reporting to the school today?"
Faced with Zhou Xing's rebuke, Yang Zhenlong showed no anger. Instead, he grew excited: "You're the one who drove the mclaren worth over ten million today, with the license plate 'Shanghai A 66666,' right? Don't you know? You're blowing up on the school's forum... everyone's talking about you."
"They're even calling you the top freshman. Lots of girls are offering big money for your contact info."
"I never imagined you'd be my Roommate!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The expressions of the other two Roommates sitting there changed slightly.
They silently took out their phones and logged onto the Campus Forum.
Sure enough, as soon as they opened the forum, the screen was flooded with posts about Zhou Xing.
Complete with his photos and videos.
When the two saw the mclaren p1 and the license plate, their faces went through a series of shifts.
Both of them came from fairly good family backgrounds.
Native Shanghainese.
Early-stage property demolitions meant their family assets added up to several tens of millions.
When they arrived here... after mentioning their family backgrounds, Yang Zhenlong, who was clearly from an ordinary family, began lavishing them with praise.
They quite enjoyed it.
They never expected a Roommate with an even more shocking background to show up.
This created a significant psychological drop for them.
Along with a sense of Unconvinced.
But even more, a feeling of powerlessness.
Just one car this guy casually drove out was enough to match their entire family's assets.
And then there was that license plate.
Anyone with sense could tell they weren't even on the same level.
Nor were they someone they could afford to mess with.
"Zhou Xing, are you also a Shanghai local?"
The guy sitting by the door stood up. He was somewhat handsome, his body covered in large, conspicuous luxury brand logos, as if afraid people wouldn't notice he was wearing designer clothes: "That's perfect then. All four of us in the dorm are Shanghai locals. That'll make communication easier, more kind."
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Gong Yilun, from the Pudong District."
"We'll be living together for four years, so let's look out for each other."
Gong Yilun looked at Zhou Xing with a smile.
"Sorry, I'm not from Shanghai."
Zhou Xing shrugged.
Gong Yilun's expression froze for a moment before he forced a smile: "It's fine if you're not a local. After all, the school has students from all over."
"Right, right."
Yang Zhenlong chimed in, nodding, then asked curiously: "Zhou Xing, if you're not from Shanghai, why do you have a Shanghai license plate?"
"Probably his family business is in Shanghai."
Gong Yilun cut in with a smile: "I wonder what kind of business your family is in to be so wealthy, able to drive a mclaren p1 as a freshman. When I started school, I wanted my parents to buy me a BMW, but they absolutely refused."
"You guys can even get cars for university. As for me... I wanted to change to an iPhone, and my family didn't agree."
Yang Zhenlong looked at Gong Yilun with envy.
Facing Yang Zhenlong's flattery, Gong Yilun was quite pleased. He smiled at Zhou Xing, thinking, *Your conditions are good, but I'm not bad either.*
Zhou Xing had no interest in engaging with them. He shook his head, somewhat disappointed.
He had thought he might be able to provoke them... giving himself a reason to act.
But these guys were clearly intimidated by his background. Even Gong Yilun, who couldn't stand others doing well, was all smiles, let alone the money-obsessed Yang Zhenlong.
"Whoa, holy cow."
The one who hadn't spoken yet, a slightly chubby guy, was looking at Zhou Xing's wrist as if he'd discovered something astonishing.
Eyes wide, he quickly stood up and reached out, wanting to touch Zhou Xing's watch: "Is that a Patek Philippe limited edition? With the Geneva Starry Sky Dial and all those diamonds? Must be worth over ten million, right?"
Zhou Xing glanced at him. This guy was Zhang Xu.
His family background was also good... he usually loved researching luxury goods, especially watches, and often showed off his Rolex Submariner 'Hulk' in the dorm.
So Zhou Xing wasn't surprised he recognized the Patek Philippe.
Zhou Xing smiled slightly. He'd been worried he hadn't found an opportunity to vent his emotions on these Roommates properly.
Since one had They came to my door on their own initiative., then he couldn't be blamed for being impolite.
Zhou Xing grabbed Zhang Xu's hand, then backhanded him across the face with a slap.
"Who said you could touch my things?"