Upon pushing open the door and entering the dormitory, Wang Zejing and the others were indeed still awake.
The small fan didn't help at all; the air it blew out was just hot. Each of them was tossing and turning in their beds.
Lin Xian put down the fruit and sunscreen, took the remote control for the air conditioning, and turned on the air conditioners in both rooms.
The dormitory's air conditioner remote control was like a master key—it could be used for every air conditioner in the entire building.
Feeling the cool air from the AC, Wang Zejing exaggerated, "Lin Xian, you're truly my brother! You came back just in time!"
"Just sleep for a while. After you wake up, go pay the air conditioning rental fee, and also hook up the internet cable."
On such a scorching afternoon, there was nothing more comfortable than sleeping with the air conditioning on.
Lin Xian slept soundly until around 2 p.m.
After waking up, he went to the bathroom for a quick shower, instantly feeling refreshed.
Noticing that Zhang Kai and the others were still asleep, Lin Xian took out a fountain pen and his calligraphy practice book and began to practice writing.
Calligraphy practice wasn't only tedious but also required consistent effort. If you stopped for just a few days, you'd become rusty, and picking it up again would be difficult.
Focusing intently, Lin Xian quickly entered the groove. Soon, the quiet dorm room was filled with the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper…
Midway, Zhang Kai woke up. However, seeing Lin Xian completely absorbed in his practice, he didn't disturb him. Instead, he tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Returning to the dorm room, Zhang Kai quietly observed Lin Xian and felt a sense of despair.
The terrifying thing wasn't that someone was more talented than you; it was that those talented people were also working even harder.
That's exactly how Zhang Kai felt at the moment.
Thinking about it, he believed that if he had Lin Xian's abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to calm down enough to practice calligraphy.
After finishing the last character, Lin Xian put down his fountain pen and sighed in relief.
After over 20 days of uninterrupted practice, he had finally reached the beginner level in hard-pen calligraphy.
When Wang Zejing and the others finally woke up, the six of them went downstairs to pay the fees, and then they went to set up the internet.
On their way, senior students kept trying to sell them second-hand washing machines.
These second-hand washing machines were leftovers from older students, and they were priced cheaply, only around four to five hundred yuan.
Seeing that Zhang Kai and Sun Jiacheng were tempted, Lin Xian spoke up, "You guys don't need to bother with the washing machine. I'll buy a new one later."
After all, it would be used for four years, and a second-hand washing machine wasn't safe—it would probably break down and cause more trouble than it was worth. It was better to buy a new one.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Kai waved his hand and said, "Lin Xian, there's no way we're letting you pay for it alone. Let's split the cost!"
Lei Hongguang and Sun Jiacheng also nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry about it. You know I'm not short on money. But I don't like dealing with the hassle, so I'll pay, and you guys handle the legwork."
Lin Xian said as he took out 3,000 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Kai. "You guys can go buy the washing machine. If it's not enough, I'll cover the difference later."
Since he was the one who suggested buying a new washing machine, it made sense that he would pay for it, but the task of running errands was on the others.
Zhang Kai took the money, still surprised, and asked, "Lin Xian, where are you going?"
"I have some stuff to do. I need to head to South Street in the city center."
Wang Zejing spoke up, "I'm familiar with South Street. I'll go with you!"
So, the six of them split up—Zhang Kai and the others went to buy the washing machine, while Wang Zejing accompanied Lin Xian to South Street.
In the taxi, Wang Zejing couldn't resist asking, "Lin Xian, what are you going to South Street for?"
"Buying a guitar!"
Lin Xian smiled.
Although he already had a guitar at home, it was an entry-level instrument bought years ago when he first started learning. Now that his guitar skills had reached level six, that guitar was no longer keeping up with his pace.
Actually, there were music stores in Xianlin University Town, but most of them were unscrupulous businesses just trying to scam students.
"Holy crap, Lin Xian, you play the guitar too?" Wang Zejing asked in astonishment.
"I know a lot of things," Lin Xian smiled slightly.
South Street in the city center was the most bustling commercial street in Jinling. There was a whole street dedicated to music stores that sold high-quality instruments.
After getting out of the taxi, Lin Xian headed straight for the largest music store.
At this hour, the store was relatively quiet.
The owner was a middle-aged man with long hair and a thick beard, exuding an air of artistic decay.
At the moment, he was sitting behind the counter, playing with his phone.
Seeing someone enter the store, the owner stood up and greeted them, "What are you looking for? Feel free to browse!"
"Do you have folk guitars?" Lin Xian asked.
"Yes, over here!"
The owner led them to a display rack.
There were more than ten guitars hanging on the rack, each with a unique shape.
Lin Xian quickly found a guitar he liked and asked, "Can I try it?"
"Sure, just be gentle and don't scratch it."
Lin Xian took the guitar, strummed the strings a few times to test the feel, and then played a piece of "When You Grow Old."
The beautiful melody slowly filled the store.
The guitar's sound quality was crystal clear, with no distortion. It had a wonderful tone—bright and clear high notes, rich and soft mid-tones, and deep, powerful bass. Combined with Lin Xian's superb playing skills, both Wang Zejing and the store owner were visibly enjoying the performance.
After finishing the song, Lin Xian smiled, "I'll take this one."
The store owner, who was quick-witted, said, "This is a Hongmian 60th Anniversary Folk Guitar. Since I can tell you're in the industry, I'll give it to you for 16,000 yuan, just making 200 yuan off of you."
"Alright!"
Lin Xian didn't hesitate. He took out his bank card and handed it to the owner.
The owner didn't try to scam him. The retail price for this Hongmian 60th Anniversary Folk Guitar was 16,800 yuan on the official website, and the cost price might be a little cheaper, but not by much—just a thousand yuan or so.
He really only made 200 yuan off the deal.
…
By the time they returned to the school, it was already past 4 p.m.
Carrying the guitar case back to the dorm, the two found that the internet had been set up, but Zhang Kai and the others hadn't returned yet.
Excited, Lin Xian took out his Alien laptop and asked, "Wang Zejing, do you play LOL?"
"Of course! I'm a King-tier player on the first server!" Wang Zejing said proudly.
Lin Xian was taken aback and said, "Wow, Wang Zixuan, a King-tier player? You could probably go pro."
Wang Zejing nodded seriously, "I do have plans to go pro, but for now, I'm only Silver II. Once I hit King-tier, I'll reach out to some teams."
What the hell?
Silver II?
"Aren't you the one who said you were a King-tier player?" Lin Xian raised an eyebrow.
"I do have the skills to be King-tier, but my luck is terrible. I keep getting matched with terrible teammates, so I'm stuck at Silver II for now."
Seeing how serious he looked, Lin Xian couldn't help but fall into thought…
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