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Although it was a professional setup.

Although it was a top-tier team.

But in the end, they just had a bowl of ramen.

During the meal, the generous leader promptly stopped Lin Moming from stuffing dollars into the cashier’s hand.

It was then he realized, after Lin Moming came...

She had actually been paying with dollars all along.

And she had never been refused.

It turned out, this land was no longer as pure and simple as it once was.

Thinking this, the leader set up an underground money exchange on the spot, took Lin Moming’s 100 dollars, and gave her 650 RMB in exchange.

Afterward, Lin Moming insisted on returning 200 RMB to the leader, determined to pay the bill.

All in all, the leader wasn’t even sure how much he had made, but he did feel like he wouldn’t have to work this month.

That’s how Lin Moming came to share ramen with everyone, looking every bit the seasoned ramen eater.

It gave her a sense of achievement, like joining a criminal gang.

From then on, no one could look down on her!

Li Zheng couldn’t stand it any longer and asked while sipping his soup, "Didn’t your roommates tell you about currency exchange at the bank, or how to register for Alipay or anything?"

"No... I... I know, right, Alipay, I know about it," Lin Moming nodded knowingly.

However, in reality, her roommates treated her like a child.

They would tousle her hair, pick her up, hug her, and even help her take a bath. As soon as they saw her, they would stop talking about anything serious.

One roommate from the Northeast, in particular, was determined to have her experience something called "back scrubbing," and insisted that it was an essential rite of passage for "socializing."

Thinking about it, Lin Moming couldn’t help but shudder, her eyes closed.

Her back was still swollen...

The older sister scrubbed too hard.

Chang Keqing also felt it was too much and started to use her phone, "There’s a student survival guide in the study abroad group. I’ll get it for you."

"Ah..." Lin Moming’s eyes lit up at once with the light of righteousness.

Li Zheng took the opportunity to pull out his phone as well, "Great, let’s create a small group and add each other as friends."

"Wait a minute." The leader suddenly put down his bowl of ramen and raised his hand, "When setting up an organization, the first thing we need is a catchy name."

"The Yingpei Study Group is fine," Li Zheng said.

"No, no, no, I know you don’t care, but this stuff is very important to us," the leader then looked at the other three, "A group name with a sense of honor will directly affect everyone’s study attitude, we all agree on this, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So like this." The leader gestured, "First, add us to the group, then each person comes up with a name, and we can discuss and vote, how about that?"

"Yay!" Lin Moming clapped first; this made the whole crime organization vibe even stronger.

So, three minutes later, each person put forward their own idea.

Li Zheng: Yingpei Study Group.

Chang Keqing: Wei Wu.

Tu Yikou: Wings of Freedom.

Lin Moming: Science Frontier.

Mo Nian: Enlightenment · Way.

Five people, looking at these five names.

They immediately kicked "Yingpei Study Group" out of the running.

Even Li Zheng voted against his own suggestion.

"Brilliant!" He was immediately taken by the senior’s "Wei Wu," his admiration undeniable, savoring the name as he said, "Wu, the meaning of galloping freely, sharing the same sound with ’matter,’ Wei Wu, the ultimate materialist, senior has such talent! Brilliant!"

Chang Keqing just nodded slightly.

A soulmate junior! Brilliant!

High-end soulmates, lowbrow collusion.

It seems like it’s gotten dirty in other places too.

Ah... I can’t ask for it! No more, no more!

Next to him, Mo Nian nodded firmly, "I really like Wei Wu, but Science Frontier sounds even cooler."

"Right, right!" Lin Moming immediately started searching her pockets, wanting to slip some money for a bribe, "Uncle, you have much better taste than you look."

"This is intentional," Mo Nian laughed as he dusted off his white vest, "to keep the girls at bay."

"Ha ha, who would do that? "

"You’re too young to understand," Mo Nian sighed, "I am a sleeping monster."

"Ha ha, I’m a monster too, I’m really fierce," Lin Moming gesticulated, "Ugh!"

Even though Lin Moming looked cute, Mo Nian didn’t entertain a single improper thought. Instead, he was overwhelmed with a strong paternal feeling, followed by a rush of panic, "I... I don’t know what to say, afraid you’ll dislike me..."

"How could I? Uncle is clearly a very nice person."

"I... I don’t deserve..." Mo Nian turned away.

"What’s going on, what’s going on?" The leader immediately got angry, slamming the table and exclaiming, "What’s with these crappy names, isn’t Wings of Freedom fine?"

"Calm down, Brother Tu, calm down," Li Zheng explained, "That’s the name for a guerrilla squad... we’re a legitimate research activity."

"A research can have the style of a guerrilla squad too," the leader gestured broadly.

"Friends, what do you see here?"

"A learning atmosphere? Interesting souls?"

"No!"

"I don’t see it!"

"All I see is an invisibly wicked fog, all I see is corruption stealthily seeping into the marrow."

"The wicked fog comes from the pressure of the scholar faction."

"Corruption stems from the shackles of the system."

"Aren’t graduate and doctoral students enslaved enough?"

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"Do we aspire to become members of the scholar faction, to turn into the shackles of the system?"

"Is our struggle simply to enslave more of those who follow?"

"I disagree, this isn’t freedom!"

Instantly.

The entire restaurant went quiet.

People around them, without coordination, stopped eating.

They looked toward the leader either in astonishment or admiration.

Especially the older graduate students, who could barely keep hold of their chopsticks.

They felt a surge of passion and looked unanimously at Tu Yikou.

It was the look they gave their leader.

And it was also the look they gave to the "persuaded to leave."

It has to be said, their judgment was indeed accurate.

In that terrifying stillness, Li Zheng, under pressure, raised his hand and said, "Don’t be like this, Brother Tu. Although you don’t care, we all don’t want to attend university twice..."

"I went too far, said too much," Tu Yikou also realized his blunder, retracted his head and whispered, "What I mean is, the name Wings of Freedom will constantly remind us of our original beliefs and keep us from straying."

"Alright, understood, let’s vote," Li Zheng shook his cell phone and said, "Having ruled out two, vote amongst Wei Wu, Wings of Freedom, and Science Frontier."

After a few acknowledgments, they quickly sent in their choices.

Li Zheng: Wei Wu

Chang Keqing: Wei Wu

Mo Nian: Science Frontier

Lin Moming: Science Frontier

Tu Yikou: Wings of Freedom

Thus, Wings of Freedom was eliminated and another round of voting had to be conducted.

Although the leader was upset about being overruled, considering he was essentially dictating the outcome based on others’ regard for him, he perked up again.

In the end, Science Frontier was victorious.

Can’t help it, the name just seemed freer.

This was also the only outcome that all five of them could accept.

After the meal, they moved to the discussion room in the basement of the academy, where Li Zheng gave a more detailed explanation of the topic. Chang Keqing took over the task of drafting the project application. If everything went as smoothly as planned, they would be invited by their college mentor to discuss the project initiation in three days.

At 9 p.m., the five of them split up at the stairway entrance of the third floor, as the guys and girls each headed home.

Lin Moming followed Chang Keqing up the stairs, wishing she could walk a bit slower.

Chang Keqing, who was also aware of the sentiment, paused at the fourth floor stairway entrance and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No no no," Lin Moming giggled and shook her head, "I just really love the feeling of doing big things with everyone."

"Based on my experience, the success rate of this project is less than 5%," Chang Keqing stroked Lin Moming’s hair and said, "It’s even unlikely to get approved for initiation."

"Then I’ll sponsor it, I do have money."

"Even personal sponsorship has a process," Chang Keqing squatted in front of Lin Moming and said with a soft laugh, "Normally, it starts from at least 500,000, in the form of a donation to the college, and you have to negotiate with the college, specifying that it’s for a certain project."

"500,000??" Lin Moming shivered, "I... I have five thousand... Can’t that be used first?"

"Come on, that’s your parents’ money," Chang Keqing said with a smile as she stood up, "Li Zheng and I will find a way to increase the approval rate, you just focus on your work, and don’t be that unreliable person."

"I’m the most reliable!" Lin Moming said enthusiastically, nodding with her fist raised, "If worse comes to worst... I’ll ask my dad for some money, 500,000... Just say I got kidnapped, that Uncle Mo really looks like a kidnapper."

"Alright." Chang Keqing chuckled helplessly, "That’s the last resort, and it can only be implemented with Li Zheng and my permission, got it?"

"Okay!"

"So, should I head back to the dorm now?" Chang Keqing turned slightly and swiped her card to open the corridor door.

"Um..." Lin Moming visibly deflated, her head starting to droop.

"..." Chang Keqing hesitated for a moment before finally sighing, "My roommate is going home tonight, do you want to move over for a day, and we can discuss the project?"

"Yay!!!" Lin Moming jumped up excitedly, immediately turned, and scrambled up the stairs, "I’m going to grab my bedding, wait for me! You must wait for me!"

"Watch your step, don’t fall..."

Clang.

"Wuuuuwuuuuwuuuu!!!"

As for the boys, there wasn’t so much fuss.

At this time, there was only one theme—

Queue for the shower!

This time, Mo Nian had grabbed the lead.

Li Zheng and the leader could only endure, waiting while blowing hot air on the balcony, listening to the leader’s unending tales while smoking.

"I never need to read books when learning things."

"I always sell my own guides when playing games."

"When was the first time I played with machinery?"

"It must have been my dad’s ’sanbengzi’. You know ’sanbengzi’, right? Those diesel three-wheelers that go ’bang bang bang’."

"Yeah, I dismantled it and never managed to put it back together..."

"You must have been beaten for that."

"But by the time I took apart the third one, I finally figured it out..."

"Later on, people from the county came to me for repairs, and I charged less than the repair shops in town."

"Despite what you see, I’ve never been short of money."

"But still... exchanging currency for that little rich girl today felt the most comfortable."

"Ah, I’ve also fallen into corruption."

"Brother, a rich woman leads to corruption."

As they chatted, Yang Jun returned to the dorm out of breath and apparently quite content.

They only found out from talking that he met all the criteria of a financially challenged student, the college had let him apply for a scholarship, added a job as an internet cafe admin, and even secured a student loan at the bank, tallying up to about ten thousand yuan.

Yang Jun joined Li Zheng and Tu Yikou on the balcony, unable to contain his excitement: "The country is truly great... The country is really great!"

"That’s right," the leader, in a rare moment, agreed with the official stance and pulled Yang Jun towards a distant direction, "If you were in the imperialist North America, you would never stand a chance of turning your life around in this lifetime."

"What?!" Yang Jun exclaimed, "There’s still slavery in North America? Wasn’t it already... by Lincoln..."

"It’s a figure of speech," Li Zheng nodded prudently, "Brother Tu is adept at using hyperbole."

"No exaggeration, a thug is always a thug," Tu Yikou, with a cigarette between his lips, grabbed Yang Jun’s shoulders and said earnestly, "Jun, of course, a person can freely go to any place he desires to live and strive, even if it’s the land of thugs, but please always remember, who gave you the opportunity to make these free choices."

"Don’t worry, brother," Yang Jun nodded repeatedly, "I can’t afford to stay and study abroad."

"I’m not saying you can’t study abroad, just remember to serve your country,"

"Of course," Yang Jun, wiping sweat away, said, "You guys talk, I need to go to the bathroom real quick, I’ve been holding it in all this time and it’s killing me."

"Go ahead."

However, just over ten seconds later, Yang Jun came running back with his pants in hand.

"Brother!! Brother!!" Yang Jun was panting, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, "It’s... it’s... so freaking huge!!!"

"Oh?"

"What?"

It took several deep breaths for Yang Jun to barely fasten his pants: "Mo Nian is... so... freaking huge... Is that even human??? That’s... that’s a donkey!!"

"Is that all?" the leader waved his hand and laughed, "You’re unsophisticated, probably haven’t even seen a dirty movie."

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"I’ve seen it," Yang Jun nodded vigorously, "on my uncle’s phone... but it’s nothing compared to this, absolutely no comparison."

Suddenly, Li Zheng and Tu Yikou looked at each other.

Both felt a tightening below the waist.

"It can’t be..." Tu Yikou hitched up his waistband and said, "Anyway, I’ve never seen one bigger than mine..."

"Well... me neither," Li Zheng hitched up his as well.

"Shall we, take a look?"

"After you, Brother Tu."

And so, the three of them crept towards the living room.

However, Mo Nian had already stepped out of the bathroom before them. He was stark naked, wiping his long hair in front of the mirror by the washbasin outside.

"Ahem..." Tu Yikou coughed, "Nian, turn around a bit."

"Hmm?" Mo Nian turned around.

And all of a sudden it came into view.

There was silence.

All three fell silent.

That thing.

It’s really hard to describe.

Let’s just say this.

It looked more like a small arm.

It’s hard to imagine how one could tuck a small arm inside their trousers.

Mo Nian, hair still in hand, asked blankly, "What’s up?"

"No... nothing..." Tu Yikou swallowed hard, "We were just wondering if you’ve been circumcised... We were discussing that."

"Do I need to?" Mo Nian looked down and said, "Isn’t it good this way?"

"Well... it’s freer after you’re cut," Tu Yikou struggled to keep the conversation going, "It’s just that... if it rubs against your trousers more often, it becomes less sensitive over time, lasts longer... It should also help with fighting off sexual addiction..."

Mo Nian’s eyebrows shot up immediately: "Can the campus hospital do it?"

"You... you could ask..." Tu Yikou swallowed again, "Anyway, the rest of us have done it."

"I haven’t," Yang Jun raised his hand timidly.

"Then shall we go together?" Mo Nian swaggered over, "That way we can recover together, overcome our desires together."

"I... I’ll pass this time..." Yang Jun covered his crotch and ran off.

"Zheng?" Mo Nian turned to look at Li Zheng.

"I’ve done it before... My dad did it himself, very thoroughly," Li Zheng couldn’t bear to look any longer and escaped to the balcony, feeling somewhat inferior.

Tu Yikou had a little more courage, looked down, and smacked his lips repeatedly, then sighed, "How do you fit it into your trousers... doesn’t it pinch?"

"Pinch?" Tu Yikou laughed, "I’ve never worn underwear in my life, how could it pinch."

"I see... but how do you... how do you position it?"

"Just let it hang naturally down one side of the trouser leg," Mo Nian directed as he grabbed and made gestures, "One day on the left side, the next on the right, taking turns, otherwise it’ll grow crooked."

"..."

"Actually, I’ve always liked playing soccer, but the target’s too big and keeps getting hurt, so I had to switch to other sports."

"What a pity... to think someone gave up their football dreams because they were too well-endowed..."

Late at night.

Li Zheng and Tu Yikou each lay in their beds.

The shock hadn’t faded.

"Zheng... doesn’t he have inadequate blood supply?"

"That depends on the density and volume ratio..."

"It’s at least half a liter, right?"

"Stop it, Brother Tu..." Li Zheng turned over, "What’s the use of being the Ultimate Lover to me..."

Upstairs, Lin Moming had rolled into Chang Keqing’s bed.

Chang Keqing listened to the faint snoring by her ear.

She felt almost criminal.

How did she... end up in bed with her...

Junior... what switch of mine did you flip, Junior...

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