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Ao Bing looked at the closed door and let out a soft sigh. He opened the drawer and took out a wooden box, gently tracing the dragon-shaped relief on its surface. "Father..." he murmured, a hint of worry in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Nezha was striding across the campus, the sun shining brightly, filling the world with youthful energy. He pulled out his phone and dialed Chen Yang's number.
"Hey, Lao Chen, I'm on my way!"
"Nezha?" Chen Yang's voice sounded a bit surprised. "You’re up so early?"
"Of course! Didn’t you say we have important tactics to discuss?" Nezha replied, slightly annoyed.
"Haha, I didn’t expect you to actually be punctual! Living with a top student has made you diligent!" Chen Yang laughed on the other end of the line.
"Enough chit-chat. I’m at the playground entrance. Where are you?"
"I’m at the café by the North Gate waiting for you. I’ve already ordered some food."
"Got it, I’ll be there soon." Nezha hung up and quickened his pace.
Upon arriving at the café, Nezha immediately spotted Chen Yang by the window, engrossed in his phone. He walked over and tapped Chen Yang on the shoulder. "Hey, what’s got you so focused?"
Chen Yang looked up, his eyes lighting up. "Nezha! Come sit! I ordered your favorite Bacon Sandwich and American Coffee."
"You know me too well!" Nezha grinned as he sat down across from Chen Yang. "So, what tactics are so important that we have to discuss them on a Saturday morning?"
Chen Yang glanced around to ensure no one was paying attention, then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, it's not mainly about discussing Tactics..."
"Hmm? What is it?" Nezha asked curiously.
"It's like this," Chen Yang said mysteriously, "I heard there's a new exchange student at the art school, super beautiful, apparently she's mixed race. They have an exhibition next week, and I want to ask her out, but I feel awkward going alone..."
Nezha's eyes widened, and then he burst out laughing, "I see! So you want me to be your wingman?"
"Not a wingman!" Chen Yang quickly defended himself. "It's just that having a friend along makes it less awkward! And if I get rejected, at least someone can comfort me..."
"Alright, alright," Nezha said, patting Chen Yang on the shoulder. "Bro code, I've got your back! But..." He suddenly thought of something. "How's the dorm repair going? When can we move back?"
"Oh, that," Chen Yang scratched his head. "It seems like it's going to take longer than expected. The pipes are more worn out than we thought; they say at least another week."
"A week?!" Nezha exclaimed. "Does that mean I have to live with that Ice Block Face—oh no, Ao Bing—for another week?"
"What's wrong? Can't stand it?" Chen Yang asked curiously as he looked at Nezha. "I heard Dormitory Building Four is really nice; each room has its own bathroom and air conditioning!"
"The conditions are good," Nezha sighed. "But living with Ao Bing..." He shook his head, unsure how to describe it.
"Did he bully you?" Chen Yang asked half-jokingly.
"No way," Nezha denied. "It's just... he's too perfect, you know? He wakes up early every day without fail, keeps the dorm cleaner than a model room, and everything he does is meticulous. It makes me feel like such a slob."
Chen Yang looked at Nezha with great interest. "Wow, someone who can put pressure on the 'demon child' Nezha? I really want to meet him! How about we invite him for a meal sometime?"
"He probably won't come," Nezha shrugged. "I asked him to join me for barbecue tonight, but he said he had something else to do."
"You actually took the initiative to invite him?" Chen Yang's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my god, is this the Nezha I know?"
"Cut the nonsense!" Nezha shot him a glare. "I just think that since we're going to be living together, it's better for everyone if we get along."
"Alright, alright," Chen Yang raised his hands in surrender. "I won't joke with you anymore. By the way, are you coming to the match this afternoon?"
"Of course! I'm the captain; how could I possibly miss it?"
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