54: Chapter 54 His mind wasn't quite right to begin with.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong stiffly turned his head and saw Jiang You's harmless face, along with a trace of purple venom remaining at the corner of his mouth.

"Bro... Brother Jiang..."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's Legs trembled, and he said with a sob, "I... I didn't do anything... I just came over to visit..."

Jiang You pointed at the pile of spilled melon seeds on the ground, then at the kicked-down door, looking utterly heartbroken.

"To visit?"

"Who kicks down someone's door just to visit?"

"And! Look at the floor!"

"Those are the caramel-flavored melon seeds I was halfway through eating! Fugui treated me to those! Every single one was precious!"

"And you're just going to leave like this? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong froze.

"Melon seeds?"

"I'm about to wet myself, and you're talking to me about fucking melon seeds?"

But he reacted extremely quickly, immediately nodding like crazy.

"I'll pay! I'll pay!"

"I'll have someone send a truckload... no, ten truckloads of melon seeds over right away!"

"Please, just let me go!"

"Paying for the melon seeds is only right."

Jiang You shook his head and sighed, pointing to Gou Fugui, who was furiously tapping away on a calculator nearby.

"But I don't make the rules here."

"After all, this is Class F's turf. You have to ask our housekeeper."

"Brother Fugui, how should we calculate the damage to the door and the mental distress fee?"

Hearing this, Gou Fugui's glasses instantly flashed with light, revealing a sinister smile characteristic of a crooked merchant.

He walked over with an incredibly arrogant swagger while holding the calculator.

"Aiya, since Brother Jiang has spoken, we must calculate this properly."

"One Class F historical-relic-grade iron door. Depreciation plus sentimental value, let's call it five hundred thousand."

"You also frightened our new classmate, Jiang You. Given that he wasn't exactly sane to begin with, let's make the mental distress fee one million."

"And these melon seeds... these are a limited-edition, discontinued run. Charging you one thousand per seed isn't asking too much, right?"

"Oh, right!" Gou Fugui suddenly pointed to the human-shaped crater at the end of the hall, pushed up his glasses, and said in all seriousness:

"There's also Lu Xingye embedded in the wall over there."

"The labor cost to pry him out of the wall, plus the wall repair fee, plus his medical expenses, lost wages, and schizophrenia rehabilitation fee... Let's count this sum as two million."

"I won't bother calculating all the minor details. Just give us five million!"

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong had been gritting his teeth, prepared to pay, but hearing this last item, he instantly snapped.

He pointed at Lu Xingye on the wall, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he spat out a complaint from the depths of his soul:

"Wait! I object to this one!"

"Even if you're robbing me, you have to follow basic logic!"

"That unlucky bastard in the wall was already like that when we walked in!"

"We heard a sonic boom when we were coming over. This was clearly you guys fighting among yourselves!"

"What the hell does this have to do with me? Why should I pay his medical bills? Am I some kind of sucker?!"

Hearing this, Gou Fugui didn't get angry. Instead, he wore a "you're too young" expression.

He patted Class Monitor Zhao Feilong on the shoulder with earnest concern:

"Young Master Zhao, this is what we call the butterfly effect, understand?"

"Think about it. If you hadn't come to kick the door down, would Brother Jiang have been startled? If he hadn't been startled, would he have grabbed the stool? If he hadn't grabbed the stool, would Old Lu have been smacked away like a charged conductor?"

"In the final analysis, the source of this series of tragedies lies in your foot that was begging to kick things."

"So, if you don't pay the medical bills, who will?"

"Any more nonsense, and I'll have to charge you an IQ tax."

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong opened his mouth to argue, only to find himself completely speechless.

This bandit logic... is so fucking airtight!

He glanced at Xiang Batian, who was warming up his wrists nearby, then at Jiang You, who was wiping the venom from the corner of his mouth, and finally at Senior Ji Youyou, who was still emitting purple smoke.

"I'll pay! I'll pay, alright?!"

With a miserable face, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong tremblingly pulled out his phone to transfer the money.

"Ding! Five million received."

"Alright, you can get lost now."

Gou Fugui put away his phone with satisfaction and waved at Class Monitor Zhao Feilong. "You're welcome to come back and play next time! I'll give you a two percent discount!"

As if granted a divine reprieve, Class Monitor Zhao Feilong scrambled out the door, completely abandoning his lackeys who were still groaning on the ground.

"Monsters! They're all monsters!"

"I am never coming back to this godforsaken place again!"

...

With the escape of Class Monitor Zhao Feilong and the many other Class A freshmen, the hall of Class F finally regained its peace.

Jiang You yawned, feeling the sleepiness rising again.

"Uh... everything's settled, right?"

"Brother Fugui, remember to transfer my share of the cut to my meal card."

"I'm going upstairs to take a nap. Don't call me if nothing's wrong, and definitely don't call me if something is."

With that, Jiang You shuffled upstairs again in his flip-flops.

The others also dispersed.

Senior Ji Youyou returned to the third floor with a smile that said she had "found a new toy."

Su Nuonuo skipped away with her toy bear on her back.

Xiang Batian and Bai Zimo went to the corner to pry Lu Xingye off the wall, dragging him back to the dorm together.

The massive hall quickly became empty.

Leaving behind only a total mess and the long shadows cast by the setting sun.

Just then.

On an old sofa in the corner of the hall, the light seemed to distort slightly.

A figure wearing grey pajamas and holding a handful of melon seeds slowly materialized.

This person was none other than Mo Wu.

He was still holding his "about to say hello" pose, with his hand raised in mid-air, his expression frozen in an awkward smile.

Mo Wu glanced at the empty hall, then at the back of Jiang You, who had already vanished up the stairs.

A gust of cold wind blew past, swirling the melon seed shells on the floor, making the scene look exceptionally desolate.

Mo Wu sniffled, his voice filled with grievance and helplessness:

"Uh... is everyone gone?"

"Actually... I've been sitting here the whole time."

"I was eating melon seeds on the sofa during the fight earlier, and when Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's gang rushed in, they even stepped on my foot..."

"Classmate Jiang... I had even prepared my opening line. I was going to say, 'Hi, I'm the invisible man living next door, we actually met in the restroom this morning'..."

"But from start to finish, you didn't look over here even once!"

"Even Gou Fugui, who was collecting the money, didn't think to collect my share of the mental distress fee, and no one compensated me for stepping on my foot..."

Mo Wu sighed, silently put the melon seeds back into his pocket, and his figure blurred once more, gradually fading into the air:

"Whatever... I'm used to it."

"But having zero presence even in Class F, it's really too hard for me..."

"Next time... next time I'll definitely buy a megaphone to hang around my neck..."

Back in Dorm 201, Jiang You collapsed onto his bed, splayed out in a star shape.

"Whew... day in and day out, this is exhausting."

"Socializing in the big city is so complicated. Even drinking a beverage involves so many tricks. It's still more peaceful in my dreams."

He turned over, wrapping himself in the blanket until he was bundled up like a cocoon.

In less than three seconds, his breathing became steady and deep.

"Zzz... snore..."

As the consciousness of Jiang You, the host, went completely offline, the long-suppressed carnival inside his body finally raised its curtains.