Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

054 Fearing the world is not chaotic enough

After this round of banter, the atmosphere in the dormitory became much more harmonious.

Fang Gang crossed his legs and found some melon seeds somewhere.

While cracking sunflower seeds, he said, "In those novels I used to read, college roommates were always ranked by age, with someone being the oldest, second oldest, and third oldest. Should we do that too?"

Wei Jing, who was packing his luggage, rolled his eyes when he heard this: "What era are we living in? Still doing that stuff? I'm not interested. Besides, who wants to be second-in-command? It sounds like an insult."

Wang Zhe nodded: "There's really no need. It's meaningless to distinguish between the eldest and second eldest now. In university dormitories, seniority is dynamic."

Wei Jing and Fang Gang were both stunned, and exclaimed in unison, "Dynamic?"

Wang Zhe: "In the future, when you can't get up at 8 a.m. and ask me to call you, when you're hungry in the middle of the night and ask me to bring you food from the cafeteria, or when you're short of money and ask me to borrow some... the person who helps you will naturally be called 'brother,' or even 'dad.'"

Upon hearing this, Fang Gang laughed: "Hahaha! That makes sense! Whoever provides the milk is the mother, and whoever brings the food is the father! This is good, I like this!"

"Let's not talk about who's the boss or who's the boss yet," Wang Zhe decided. "Let's get to know each other properly first. My name is Wang Zhe, and I'm from Sichuan Province. I'm in the first class of Architecture."

Fang Gang patted his chest: "Fang Gang, from the Northeast. I'm also from Class 1. My hobbies are stock trading and playing ball."

Wang Zhe suggested, "Do you want to add smoking to your list?"

Fang Gang slapped his forehead: "That's right, we need to add this."

Then, both of them looked at Wei Jing.

Wei Jing stuffed the last piece of clothing into the closet, turned around, puffed out his slightly chubby belly, and gave a reserved smile: "My name is Wei Jing, a local from Shanghai and Hong Kong."

"Oh—" Fang Gang drawled, looked him up and down, and suddenly blurted out, "A small-time Shanghai-Hong Kong man?"

Wei Jing was so angry he almost jumped up, pointing at Fang Gang and yelling, "You Northeastern barbarian! Can't you speak properly? Who's being a timid man? I call this refinement, this is the style of a Shanghai gentleman!"

"Give me a break," Fang Gang scoffed. "The way you were so eager when you were playing with Momo just now, and you call that gentlemanly?"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Wang Zhe quickly smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, regional discrimination is unacceptable. We're all brothers from all over the world. Since Wei Jing is a local, we'll have to rely on you if we want to go out or find good food in the future."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Wei Jing's expression immediately improved considerably.

He laughed: "Of course, I know Shanghai and Hong Kong very well. I know exactly which restaurant makes the best pan-fried dumplings and which serves the most authentic Shanghainese cuisine!"

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the dormitory door.

Fang Gang gestured towards the door with his chin: "The fourth one?"

However, immediately afterward, a clear and melodious female voice came from outside the door.

"Excuse me, are the students in room 404 here? I'm your counselor."

The three exchanged a glance and instantly stopped joking around. Fang Gang quickly put his legs off the table, and Wei Jing also swiftly exited the app on his phone and turned off the screen.

Wang Zhe said, "Please come in, the door isn't closed."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a young woman pushed open the door and walked in.

She wore a simple white shirt, a professional yet energetic black skirt, and flat shoes. Her long hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she had delicate features, fair skin, and a very approachable smile.

The only drawback... or rather, characteristic, is that she is a little petite and doesn't even look as tall as Fang Gang's shoulder.

Hello everyone.

Holding a folder in her hand, she glanced around the dormitory room before finally settling on the three students, a bright smile spreading across her face. "I'm the counselor for the first class of Architecture. My surname is Zhao. I'll be in charge of you for the next five years. Just call me Teacher Zhao."

Fang Gang paused for a moment, then blurted out, "Counselor? Teacher Zhao... how old are you this year?"

Teacher Zhao raised an eyebrow: "What? Checking my household registration? But it won't hurt to tell you, I'm almost thirty this year."

"Almost thirty?!"

Fang Gang's eyes widened, and he shook his head in disbelief: "I can't believe it at all! Looking at you, I thought you were a freshman or a sophomore, the same age as us! You look so young!"

This flattery was remarkably loud and precise.

Teacher Zhao was clearly pleased, covering her mouth and laughing, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "You freshmen have quite the sweet talk. But you're just freshmen, where did you get these 'female students'?"

Wang Zhe chimed in, "The teacher does look young and has a good attitude. But Teacher Zhao, you personally came to the dormitory; there must be some important instructions to convey, right?"

Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhao turned and glanced at Wang Zhe.

The boy in front of me had a handsome appearance, clear and calm eyes, and did not have the awkwardness of a freshman. He also spoke in a very organized manner.

Her eyes lit up slightly.

This student is interesting. He seems like he could be a class leader.

"There's nothing much to tell you," Teacher Zhao said seriously, her smile fading. "I'm mainly here to familiarize you with the place and also to have you join our class's QQ group. Any announcements, schedules, or activity arrangements will be posted in the group."

As she spoke, she took out a printed sheet of paper from the folder, on which was a group number.

"You guys add each other on your phones now. By the way, there's still one person in your dorm who hasn't arrived yet, right?" She glanced at the empty bed.

"Yes, we haven't arrived yet," Wang Zhe replied.

"It's okay. When he arrives, remember to remind him to join the group as well. Also, the first class meeting is at 7 PM tonight in Room 302, Building A. Don't be late."

"Okay, teacher!" the three replied in unison.

Teacher Zhao nodded, gave a few more instructions on electrical safety, and then left with light steps to the next dormitory.

After seeing off the beautiful counselor, the three single guys in the dorm immediately took out their phones and started searching for that QQ group number.

"Beep beep beep".

Application approved.

Group name: [Class 1, Architecture, 2012 (Baldness Reserve)].

"Who came up with this group name? It's so mean!" Fang Gang complained.

Wang Zhe ignored his complaints and immediately opened the group member list.

His fingers slid across the screen, his gaze quickly sweeping over the rows of unfamiliar avatars and names.

His fingers stopped very quickly.

At the top of the list, there was a very familiar profile picture. It was a cat sunbathing on a windowsill.

That's Song Zhiyi.

The next moment, Song Zhiyi sent a QQ message:

[You're in the work overtime group too!]

Wang Zhe replied: 【Yes.】

Song Zhiyi: [That means you've seen Teacher Zhao too. So, are you interested?]

Wang Zhe: [...]

Song Zhiyi: [Although she's ten years older than us, she doesn't look it at all.]

Wang Zhe: [No, why are you always stirring up trouble?]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.