The event ended, and everyone had a great time.

Brother Nan and Zhou Li left the classroom side by side while the Club President and the other officers stayed behind to clean up. But there really wasn't much to clean, as the students not only took their milk tea cups with them when they left but also moved the old-fashioned desks and chairs back to their original spots, tucking the chairs under the tables.

"Can you believe these officers, doing all the grunt work, yet people are still fighting to do it!" Brother Nan said, puzzled.

"Maybe they want to train themselves."

"Train what exactly? They'd get more out of digging soil or hauling manure," Brother Nan disagreed. "It takes a pretty low person to need these petty tasks for training... I think they're just idle!"

"More idle than those who join over ten clubs?"

"I suggest you rephrase that."

"I think they're idle too!" Zhou Li nodded. "Or maybe they get some sense of achievement and satisfaction from it? Even if it's just making one or two extra friends, or killing a little more time, it's worth it, right?"

"True, it's better than playing games in the dorm."

"Mhmm!"

"??"

"..."

Not far out, Zhou Li spotted a quiet stone stair path to the side, with lush grass and trees blocking the lights.

During the day, it was just an ordinary quiet forest path, but come nighttime, it became quite secluded. More than once, as he was passing by, Zhou Li had seen couples nestled together in the pavilion halfway up the hill.

After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Brother Nan's hand. "Brother Nan, let's go this way."

"Okay!"

"Good."

"I've noticed something. Look, the Bicycle Association even has events going on, and all the other clubs I joined have sent out activity notices, so why is the Supernatural Society completely silent?" Brother Nan said, puzzled. "It's as if they've vanished."

"They vanished a long time ago," Zhou Li said.

"Right, right, right! It seems like ever since that Immortal Pen event, we haven't heard a peep from them!"

"Ummm..."

Side by side, the two reached halfway up the hill.

The light was dim, and the pavilion too was in darkness, fortunately free of other people.

Zhou Li patted the dust off the stone bench—intending it for Brother Nan—yet he didn't expect Brother Nan to sit down on it right away, then tilt her chin up, not quite understanding, and look at him—

"This bench is cleaner than your pants."

"Oh."

Then Brother Nan watched as Zhou Li opened the book he was carrying, pulled out something resembling an exam paper from inside, and took out a pen, a classic Montblanc 149 that seemed a bit too big for his hand.

"Let's start the interview!"

"?"

"What's wrong?"

"...Let's start!"

"Alright, just to be clear," Zhou Li felt it was necessary to go through with the formality, "the content of our interview today is absolutely confidential. I won't show it to anyone, nor will I give it to any..."

"Cut the crap and get on with it!"

"..."

Zhou Li was a bit confused; Brother Nan had been so gentle on the way over, so why did she suddenly become so irritable?

He hesitated only briefly. "First question, how was last semester for you? Was there anything you were unhappy with? This dissatisfaction mainly refers to teachers or classmates."

"There's a guy who really needs a beating!"

"Who?"

"BANG!"

"..."

Zhou Li wrote down 'Had a very good time, no complaints', and then said seriously, "Classmate Li Nan, I hope you can take this seriously. In recent years, there's always news of students from various universities committing assaults, and suicides are all too common..."

"Get on with it!"

"Do you get along well with your classmates? Is there anyone you particularly dislike?"

"?"

"The student is cheerful and generous, kind and gentle, gets along well with classmates, doesn't especially dislike anyone, and the few she dislikes a little she has transformed with love..." Zhou Li muttered to himself as he wrote. "So, about the long vacation, how did you spend it? Mainly, I want to know if you felt suffocated by it."

"Asking the obvious!"

"Alright then."

Zhou Li grew increasingly puzzled; Brother Nan was acting as if she were spoiling for a fight.

In the dim light, he wrote on paper that during the pandemic, the student had actively helped her parents with cashier duties, tricked high school classmates into going back home to transplant rice seedlings, and even had a relationship, often hanging out with her boyfriend and having a great time, free of psychological issues.

Brother Nan looked at the handwriting askew and corrected, "Not fun at all!"

Zhou Li turned a deaf ear.

She didn't continue to hassle him, just remarking, "That character 'person' you wrote is quite nice, better than mine."

Zhou Li was immediately choked up. It wasn't anything else, just that he felt it was not quite right for Brother Nan to compare her handwriting to his. In his opinion, in a few months, Huai Xu's handwriting would probably look better than hers.

After hesitating a few times, he still didn't dare to say a word.

The next question was whether there were any conflicts with his dorm mates. Zhou Li wisely avoided probing and began writing directly, meanwhile saying, "By the way, Brother Nan, you didn't set up your stall tonight."

"Isn't it because I'm accompanying an idiot to play games!" Brother Nan's gaze wandered everywhere. "Some idiot is really interesting. Said they couldn't come up with any fun activities, but ended up having more fun than anyone, especially with the female vice club president."

"...What about your stall, then?"

"I left it to Mianmian and Qian Qian. I'll split the profits with them."

"I see."

Zhou Li couldn't help but feel a bit reflective. This truly was an era of making money with brains. Take Brother Nan today—she didn't have to do anything, just take her boyfriend out to show off, leave all the labor to Cotton Swab, contribute only an idea herself, and then she could just sit back and collect the money. Then he thought about his own cousin... Trash!

Ten minutes later, Zhou Li finished filling the entire sheet of paper, carefully put it away, and stealthily glanced at Brother Nan.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Brother Nan..." Zhou Li looked around. "There seems to be no one around here."

"What do you want to do?"

"Move a little closer to me."

"Why don't you move a little closer?"

"Ummm... okay."

So Zhou Li moved next to Brother Nan and looked around again. He hadn't made up his mind yet, but Brother Nan took the initiative. After a series of moves, it looked as though he was the one taken advantage of.

"Brother Nan, don't randomly touch…"

"Will you lose a piece of flesh or what?"

"Then I..."

"You can't!"

"This, this isn't fair..."

"Fair!"

"..."

Around ten o'clock, Zhou Li returned to his dorm.

Huai Xu sat on the edge of the upper bunk, looking down at him with a teasing expression, and immediately asked, "Was it fun?"

"..."

"I was talking about Werewolf!" Huai Xu defended. "The game is really fun; I want to play next time!"

"Do you think I believe you?" Zhou Li said to his phone.

"Believe."

"..."

Zhou Li simply sat down and began reading an ancient book.

These few days were undoubtedly busy. The long pandemic break had caused too much work to pile up. With less than a month until final exams, all these accumulated tasks had to be completed in the crucial period of over half a month remaining. Consequently, he could only use time during his online classes to read his personal books.

「June 3rd.」

Brother Nan had enough of playing the 'stall game' and completely handed over the ring-toss stall to Cotton Swab and Baozi. She didn't even want a share of the profits, probably intending to support her impoverished harem.

However, no sooner had she left than the security came and shut down the ring-toss stall on the grounds that it 'didn't fit the concept of a flea market.'

That had Brother Nan laughing uncontrollably.

The other three were quite upset.

Baozi was the most upset though—she had taken this stall very seriously.

However, she usually kept her anger inside; no matter how furious she was, she didn't show it and would just sit quietly on her own, imperceptible to others.

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