Wen Qing opened her eyes again, and in front of her was the red wooden door of the bedroom bathroom.

There was a slight rustling sound inside the door, and someone was inside.

Having lived in the human world and the dungeon for too long, Wen Qing stared at the door with an unreal feeling.

He is back.

What was he... planning to do?

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw that he was holding the door handle with one hand and a pack of removable tissues in the other.

He stared at the tissue for a long time, then remembered slowly, as if the head of the dormitory asked him to deliver the paper?

Wen Qing hesitantly pressed the door handle and pushed open the bathroom door.

The faint scent of shower gel hits my face. In front of the washstand stood a naked man with a topless upper body. He looked like he had just taken a shower. His black hair was wet, and water droplets dripped down his hair. The muscles slowly slid down and disappeared into the bath towel.

The man casually brushed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep. If you look closely, there is a little western outline, and black hair and black eyes are traditional Chinese.

Wen slightly raised his head and stared blankly at the head of the dormitory in front of him.

He didn't know why, but he didn't seem to have taken a close look at the dormitory's face before.

The bedroom in my memory is long, and the face is also hazy.

Now he can see the difference in Iou's appearance at a glance.

Io tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing blurted out: "Dorm head, are you a mixed race?"

Io casually threw the towel aside and chuckled, "Forget it."

"Is my name different?"

Wen Qing said in a low voice, "It's quite similar when you think about it now."

He was a little strange in his heart, why didn't he think about it before?

Io, an obvious foreigner's name.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the bath towel on Io's waist.

Wen Qing looked at the tissue in her palm again, and asked slowly, "Dorm room manager, do you still want to wipe it?"

Io paused with his fingertips and explained, "There's no paper in it."

"I don't want to use it."

After speaking, he walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of Wen Qing.

Warm masculine breath came over, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, looking at the chest muscles and abs so close at hand, he didn't know where to put his eyes.

"Oh." He replied dryly, and hurriedly shoved the tissue to Io.

Not daring to look directly at Io, he turned around and sat down on the chair beside him.

The dormitory is a very ordinary four-person bed, with a bed and a table, and a separate toilet and bathroom.

Wen Qing looked at the table and chairs, the messy stack of books, everything was unfamiliar and familiar.

The door of the dormitory is not closed, and students pass by from time to time, laughing and talking about what to eat at night, whether to skip class or not.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and watched her classmates come and go for a long time.

Suddenly, two boys, one tall and one short, appeared in the field of vision, and they strode into 301.

The tall boy walked up to Wen Qing and looked at him suspiciously: "Wen Qing? Why are you sitting on my chair?"

Wen Qing recovered and looked at the other roommate blankly.

He glanced at the messy desktop in front of him again, and realized that this was not his position.

"Wrong seated." Wen Qing quickly stood up and walked to another clean and tidy table.

After he sat down, he continued to maintain his original posture, his original expression.

Song Qiang put down his schoolbag, stared at him for a while, frowned, and shouted again, "Wen Qing?"

Wen lightly turned to look at them.

This is the other two roommates, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng.

301 was re-established in the second year of the sophomore year. There are four people in one dormitory and three majors. Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng are in the same major, and they go in and out the same day. Compared with the two of them, Wen Qing and Io have similar curriculum arrangements, so There are more contacts.

Wen Qing asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Song Qiang looked down, his face was neither good-looking nor ugly, it was more like he was not in a state.

He said, "It should be us asking what's wrong with you?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Wen Qing shook his head and said vaguely, "I'm just a little tired."

Song Qiang remembered that he didn't have class this afternoon, and it wouldn't be because of class.

After pondering for a while, he asked, "Is it a matter of tutoring? That little brat is disobedient?"

"Why don't I find a new one for you."

Wen Qing smiled and said to him, "No, I'm really fine."

Xu Fengfeng narrowed his eyes: "If it wasn't for a tutor, is that kid pestering you again?"

"Damn it," he scolded in a low voice, rolling up his sleeves, "I told the dog that Wen Qing is not gay, how the hell still dare to pester you?"

Although Xu Fengfeng has a baby face, he has a bigger temper than anyone else.

"I'm going to go find him right now."

Wen Qing quickly grabbed him: "It's not this."

He had no recollection of who they were talking about.

Wen Qing hurriedly said, "It's not because of anything else, it's just me."

He paused, then said vaguely, "It's my own fault."

Own? Xu Fengfeng frowned: "What about me—"

Before he could say the words, he was pulled by Song Qiang beside him.

Song Qiang gave him a wink and motioned him to stop asking.

They all know about Wen Qing's family situation and grew up in the welfare center.

Xu Fengfeng's expression also changed, and he immediately said, "By the way, our college has issued a scholarship today."

"I took 500 yuan, and I will invite everyone to eat Haidilao at night!"

Song Qiang enlivened the atmosphere: "Brother Feng, 500 yuan is not enough for me to eat alone, let's add some more."

Xu Fengfeng immediately said to Wen Qing, "Then we should eat alone. For Wen Qing and I, five hundred yuan is enough."

"Zizi-"

The phone on the table vibrated.

Wen Qing followed the sound and saw a black mobile phone on the table.

He was used to the days without a mobile phone, and after a while, he realized that it was his mobile phone.

Someone is messaging him.

Click on WeChat to see that it is a part-time tutoring job.

Xuanxuan's mother: [Mr. Wen, Xuanxuan is not feeling well these days and cannot make up lessons for the time being. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [I'll contact you when he gets better. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [I have already transferred the last tuition fee to your Alipay. 】

Wen Qing: [Okay, thank you. 】

After replying to the news, Wen Qing opened the address book, looked at the phone number of the dean's mother, got up and walked to the balcony.

"Beep-beep-"

Wen Qing's heart beat like a drum, until the phone was connected and a kind and gentle female voice came, and the beating heart gradually returned to calm.

He opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

"Xiaoqing? Why don't you speak?"

Wen lightly exhaled and replied in a low voice, "It was a little stuck just now."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," the dean smiled and said softly, "Why is your voice a little hoarse?"

"It's nothing," Wen Qing cleared her throat and blinked away the moisture from her eyes, "I have a cold."

Dean: "Remember to take medicine and don't force it."

Wen Qing hummed and said, "I'll find you at night."

The dean smiled: "There is a charity dinner tonight, and the orphanage will also participate. I probably won't be able to go back very late."

Wen Qing said immediately, "then I'll go tomorrow."

"Okay," the dean paused and asked with concern, "did nothing really happen?"

"No," Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said softly, "I just feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

"I miss you a bit."

Wen Qing stood on the balcony, looking at the roommates talking and laughing in the dormitory, listening to the voice of the dean's mother by her ear, she gradually felt like she was returning to the real world.

After chatting with the dean's mother for a while, Wen Qing hung up the phone.

Just as was about to put away phone, a text message from the bank popped up on the screen.

[Your account ending in 7580 earned 100000000000 yuan on October 15. 】

Looking at the long string of zeros, Wen Qing was stunned, and he hurriedly called the bank.

"Hello? Hello, I suddenly received a large amount of money in my account. It seems that the transfer was wrong?"

A sweet female voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Sir, please provide the bank card number and ID number."

Wen Qing reported it truthfully.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Hello, Mr. Wen, there is no error in this transfer." The female voice suddenly became lighter, and the person who answered the phone was a man.

"Mr. Wen? Do you have any thoughts on financial management now?"

Wen Qing did not respond to the topic of financial management, and asked, "Is there a mistake in the transfer? Who gave me this money?"

"Sorry, we can't provide the corresponding information here. Our bank has just launched a new investment and wealth management project with a high annualized rate."

"If it's convenient for you, why don't you go to the bank and talk in detail?"

The man on the other end of the phone began to sell financial projects again.

Wen Qing hung up the phone silently, clicked on the mobile banking app, and read it carefully.

Still innumerable zero.

Song Qiang's shout resounded in the bedroom: "By the way, Wen Qing, I got your courier back for you."

Wen Qing walked out of the balcony, a little puzzled: "What express?"

"I don't know," Song Qiang pointed to the courier box on his desk, and muttered, "This SF Express still needs to see my ID card and ask me to take a photo of the courier."

"Did you buy anything valuable?"

Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the sticker on the express package.

It's his name and phone number.

What did he buy before?

Wen Qing opened the package while recalling, and had no impression of shopping online.

Inside the courier box is a small box with exquisite workmanship with a pink bow tied at the top.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, it didn't look like he bought it himself.

Remove the bow and open the lid.

I saw a red book and a trembling key lying quietly inside the box.

The cover of the red book is marked with six characters "House Ownership Certificate".

Wen Qing: "???"

He opened the title deed in disbelief, with his name clearly written on it.

Wen Qing was even more confused.

How did he inexplicably receive a huge sum of money? And this house?

Who gave it to him?

Does the real estate certificate need to be presented in person?

Thinking, Wen Qing's eyes froze, and the conversation between himself and 001 was played back in his mind.

[If the player passes this advanced quest and then goes home, will he leave with the props, property and other things here, or will he go out of the house? 】

【I won't let you go out of the house. 】

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she tentatively shouted in her heart: [001? 】

No response.

001 is no longer there.

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly a well-knotted hand appeared in front of him, with his fingers bent, tapping casually on the table.

"Drinking milk tea?"

Io's voice sounded overhead.