Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

071 You're pretty amazing!

The days of military training flew by amidst sweat, whistles, and the scorching sun.

When the night finally came to an end, the four students in room 404 returned to their dorm room and didn't want to move.

As soon as Fang Gang entered the room, he didn't even bother to wash up. He collapsed onto a chair like a lump of mud, his legs stretched out straight: "Finally free! It wasn't easy..."

Wei Jing lay on the bed, not wanting to move: "Tomorrow is a pure day off, right? I'm going to sleep all day!"

Luo Yueshi was the only one in slightly better condition, quietly taking a basin to prepare for a bath.

As for Wang Zhe, he had just sat down and hadn't done anything when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He answered the phone and simply replied, "Feed? Oh, it's you... Okay, I'll come down now."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhe stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled camouflage uniform, and left the dormitory without saying a word.

The dormitory was quiet for a while.

Wei Jing suddenly poked his head out of bed, pushed up his glasses, and looked at the other two with a mysterious expression: "Hey, guess what Old Wang went out to do?"

Fang Gang rolled his eyes and said listlessly, "I can't be bothered. Do whatever you want, I just want some peace and quiet right now."

"Tsk, you're so boring," Wei Jing scoffed. "It's so late at night, you just finished military training and aren't resting, yet you answer a phone call and run off? Something's definitely up!"

As they were talking, Luo Yueshi, who was originally going to fetch water, had somehow already walked onto the balcony.

He leaned on the railing, peering down for a while in the streetlight's glow, then suddenly turned and waved into the house: "Hey, come quick!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Wei Jing recalled the day they reported for duty, when everyone witnessed Wang Zhe and Song Zhiyi's ambiguous scene downstairs from the balcony.

Suddenly, Wei Jing's backache and leg pain disappeared, and he jumped off the bed and rushed to the balcony.

Seeing this, Fang Gang sighed: "A bunch of gossipy men."

Although he said that, his body betrayed him as he stood up and moved to the balcony.

Three heads were neatly crammed together by the balcony railing, looking down.

Beneath the huge plane tree at the foot of the boys' dormitory, the dim streetlights cast dappled shadows.

really.

Wang Zhe was standing there.

In front of him stood a girl.

Although it was night, the girl's silhouette was still clearly visible under the streetlights. She was also wearing a military training uniform, but of course, there was no need for her to wear a military training hat, so you could see that she had a high ponytail that swayed with her head.

"Is that Song Zhiyi?" Fang Gang squinted to identify her.

"No," Wei Jing shook his head, his tone certain, "Absolutely not. Song Zhiyi is taller than this one, and her proportions are different. This one is clearly more petite."

Fang Gang looked at it carefully and nodded: "Indeed. She looks a bit shorter, about a head shorter than Lao Wang, right? Song Zhiyi seems to reach Lao Wang's nose."

Just then.

The girl downstairs seemed to be talking about something fun; she looked up and smiled at Wang Zhe.

The light from the streetlamp shone directly on her face.

It was a round, delicate baby face, and it was even more adorable when it smiled.

"Holy crap!" Luo Yueshi exclaimed in a low voice, "Isn't that... the one we ate barbecue with the other day? The one from the oil painting department!"

"Su Xiaocheng?"

Wei Jing and Fang Gang recognized him in unison.

Fang Gang scratched his messy hair, looking incredulous: "So it was her? Old Wang's taste is a bit eclectic..."

After hesitating for a while, Fang Gang blurted out a single word: "Does Old Wang like this kind of short, stout guy?"

"You don't know anything!"

Wei Jing immediately cast a disdainful glance at him, the kind of anger that comes from a fan of anime and manga. "What do you mean, 'shorty'! That's a legal loli! Look at that little face, those big eyes, that's top-tier! Girls like that are delicate, soft, and easy to push over..."

Fang Gang curled his lip: "Forget it, I like girls with big breasts and long legs. These girls look like middle schoolers, so boring."

"That's because your level isn't high enough," Wei Jing sneered.

Fang Gang wasn't angry, but instead asked in a low voice, "You seem to know everything. You say tomboys are the most interesting, and legal lolis are the best. You have a whole set of theories, so why don't you just hook up with a few like Old Wang?"

"..."

Wei Jing opened his mouth, but had no words to reply.

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.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the dormitory building, in the shadows of the plane trees.

Wang Zhe, of course, had no idea that three pairs of eyes upstairs were conducting a comprehensive scan and critique of him.

He looked at Su Xiaocheng in front of him, somewhat surprised.

"You mean, Senior Sister Zhu has a meeting tomorrow?"

"Yes. It's the 'Sculpting Time' café right by the school gate. Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. Qiqi told me I absolutely have to go, saying we need to formally discuss the game's development."

At this point, Su Xiaocheng blinked her big eyes and tentatively asked:

"Um...did Sister Qiqi ask you to go?"

Wang Zhe shook his head, his face showing no disappointment, but rather a relaxed expression: "No. It seems this handsome senior is quite opinionated and doesn't intend to listen to my advice."

Last time in the cafeteria, he proposed the "skiing adventure" plan and left his phone number, but Zhu Qi hasn't contacted him in the past few days.

Clearly, although the proud senior student thought his plan made sense, she was still angry, or rather, she wanted to test the waters with her team first and prove herself.

"Huh? I didn't call you..."

Su Xiaocheng sighed in disappointment, "That means she only called me, and I think a few of the computer science guys she mentioned the other day. I don't think I can be a game designer."

Wang Zhe smiled and said, "It's alright. Anyway, you're a professional in art, so you just need to focus on drawing well. It's fine if you don't ask me, I've been busy with other things lately and don't have time to keep an eye on her projects every day."

Su Xiaocheng's eyes darted around, then she suddenly leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Is the thing you're busy with stock trading?"

Wang Zhe was taken aback, somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

He had always kept a low profile at school. Apart from talking about stock trading with Fang Gang in the dormitory, he hadn't revealed it to anyone else, and he had never mentioned it to Su Xiaocheng.

"Hehe," Su Xiaocheng revealed a sly smile, "It was your good friend, Song Zhiyi, who told me."

"Song Zhiyi?" Wang Zhe frowned.

"Yes," Su Xiaocheng nodded, "The night before last, I ran into her when I was getting hot water downstairs in the dormitory. There were a lot of people in line, so we chatted for a while. We ended up talking about you. She said you're really good at stock trading."

Hearing this, Wang Zhe felt an even stronger strange sensation in his heart.

What is Song Zhiyi doing?

Not only did he insist on pushing Su Xiaocheng to him at the barbecue party, but now when he meets Su Xiaocheng in private, he is still doing his best to help him gain favor.

This isn't just childhood sweethearts; this is practically a top-notch wingman!

but……

Wang Zhe recalled the scene from a few days ago behind the stands on the playground.

That shy request, those calves he kneaded, and that hug she threw herself into his arms because her legs went weak.

At that time, Song Zhiyi clearly had feelings for him. That ambiguous feeling was definitely not feigned.

If you like him, or at least have feelings for him, why push him into the arms of another girl?

"Wang Zhe? What are you thinking about?" Su Xiaocheng waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Wang Zhe snapped out of his daze and suppressed his doubts.

He chuckled, trying to cover it up, and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking that Song Zhiyi's mouth is too quick; she says everything."

"She's praising you! But to be honest, you're really amazing. We're still asking our parents for living expenses, and you've already started earning money. Um, can I ask you a question? How much did you make in the stock market?"

Facing those big, bright, childlike eyes, Wang Zhe didn't want to show off too much, but there was no need to be too shabby either.

He said nonchalantly, "I was just lucky and caught two waves of the market. Anyway... I shouldn't have to worry about living expenses and tuition for the next four years of university. I won't have to ask my family for money to buy any electronic gadgets in the future."

"Wow……"

Su Xiaocheng gasped.

For freshmen in 2012, four years of living expenses plus tuition, plus possible expenses for electronic products, would easily amount to tens of thousands of yuan.

"You're pretty good, huh..."

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.