The quiet and warm sunlight, the trees and greenery—this place had an excellent environment. This was a university in Magic City.
At this moment, bathed in the warm sunlight, it should have been a good day for poetry, or perhaps a day suited for love.
But regrettably, none of this had anything to do with Fang Chen—he was a homebody.
A ridiculously happy homebody. Although he was one, it was also a way of avoiding his own problems.
He had parents, yes, but he wasn't an only child. In fact, within their large family, his family's standing wasn't bad.
But that also brought about one of the most important issues—the matter of inheritance.
Of course, even though they were a big family, they had long since split into branches. The issue lay with his own parents' branch.
On one hand, both of his older brothers were more outstanding than him, and he was the least capable of the three.
The eldest loved knowledge and had been admitted to a top university; the second loved martial arts and joined the military.
Only he remained like a salted fish, being a homebody all day. Perhaps because he didn't have any standout qualities, he was abandoned.
As resources gradually funneled toward his two brothers, he ended up at this remote university to muddle through life.
The reason he came here was that the environment was great, and the campus was massive.
The daily academic life was also incredibly laid-back—one could say it was the ideal place.
Because it was Sunday, Fang Chen slept in and only slowly woke up when the sun was high in the sky.
After waking up, he saw another roommate furiously playing a game, and shook his head helplessly.
There were four people in Fang Chen's dorm room, but the other two had gone home since they were locals of Magic City.
Fang Chen also had family here, but he came out to avoid them—there was no way he would go back.
"Awake? Hurry over and help!!! Damn it!! That brat ambushed me!!!" his roommate shouted while smashing the keyboard in excitement mid-battle.
"Hmm? Weren't we still playing at three in the morning? Did you not sleep?" Fang Chen looked down speechlessly at his excited roommate, who, despite his energy, clearly had dark circles under his eyes.
"I refuse to accept this!!!" the roommate shouted with his hands on his hips in response, just as he lost another round.
"Let me ask, how many rounds have you lost already?" Fang Chen rolled his eyes and asked.
"This is the fifteenth one…" The roommate rolled his eyes back helplessly and collapsed in exhaustion.
With Fang Chen rolling off his bunk, he came down from the second floor—the bed structure had the closet and desk below and the bed on top.
"If you've lost that many times, just give it up already~! Haaahhh~" he yawned as he spoke.
"No way! I won't accept this! Get over here and help me!" the roommate shouted as he started another match.
"Forget it. I'm starving. I'm going to grab something to eat and pick up a delivery." As he spoke, Fang Chen rubbed his eyes and started washing up.
Throwing on a jacket casually, an extremely sloppy homebody was now ready to go.
"When was the last time you shaved?" the roommate asked, rolling his eyes at Fang Chen walking out like that.
"Since you started watching Kamen Rider!" Fang Chen waved dismissively and left the dorm.
Bang! With the door slamming shut, he left the dorm completely. As for how long he'd be gone this time? Even he didn't know. The unknown future awaited.
"Let me see where it is… Damn it! They actually delivered it to the gate!" Fang Chen roared helplessly.
You had to know—his university was huge. Walking from the dorm to the main gate took half an hour. But there was no choice—he still had to go get it.
And so, the miserable Fang Chen reluctantly began his long journey to pick up the package.
The moment he stepped into the sunshine outside, a faint sense of regret crept into his heart.
With no other choice, he walked toward the campus gate. Half an hour later, Fang Chen arrived sluggishly—after all, he had just woken up.
"Phew, finally got it!" Fang Chen tore open the package box in his hands and pulled out a… card.
"As expected of a limited edition—the box alone is so fancy!" Fang Chen nodded in satisfaction.
Holding the limited edition card he'd bought, he walked toward a ride restaurant.
"Hmm?" Since the school was built in a suburban area, the surroundings were wide and empty.
Most students had already left the day before, and now only one person stood out clearly by the ride across from him.
The person was very handsome, and his mature features made him look like he was definitely in his uncle years.
But that wasn't what piqued Fang Chen's curiosity—the real reason was his striking white hair.
It wasn't the color of dyed hair, nor the result of illness—it was naturally pure white.
Still, Fang Chen only looked briefly and didn't think too much of it. After all, that was someone else's business.
However, while Fang Chen had no interest, the person on the other side clearly did. In the next instant—
That man by the ride suddenly appeared right in front of Fang Chen.
"Hmm?" Fang Chen looked up again and saw the white-haired man who had appeared before him out of nowhere.
He blinked a couple of times, thinking he was seeing things, but something just felt… off.
"Young man… this place… where is it… does this world represent… evil, or good… or power?"
A mysterious, soul-piercing voice, as if from a fairyland, suddenly entered Fang Chen's ears.
It was the first time Fang Chen had heard such a voice—it carried majesty, emptiness, loneliness, and a nobility surpassing any immortal or deity. Unconsciously, Fang Chen was drawn in.
"This is… a university in Magic City. Isn't it written right there? As for good or evil? No idea about that."
Fang Chen shrugged and replied naturally. Though his tone was casual, he was clearly still curious about the handsome uncle before him.
"Is that so? So I have to re-evaluate everything from the beginning again? How troublesome." For some reason, Fang Chen saw a trace of impatience in the uncle's eyes.
But then his expression calmed, and his eyes returned to their original look, which drew Fang Chen's attention.
At first glance, Fang Chen froze—he was all too familiar with that gaze.
Boredom… loneliness… numbness… disinterest—as if the weight of the world rested on one's shoulders.
That look—Fang Chen had seen it before, and knew it best… because it was his own.
At that moment, Fang Chen understood—the uncle in front of him was just like him: completely disinterested in this dull world.
Fang Chen thought for a moment, then slowly spoke.
"Are you… bored?" As Fang Chen uttered these words, time itself seemed to slow down.
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