58: Chapter 58 You admit this is your bed!

In the abstract cognition of his organs, these undergarments hanging on the line had practically become "Battle Flags" representing territorial ownership.

"Swish—"

Jiang You moved.

Clutching the turtle shell, he swept past the clothesline like a black whirlwind.

[Right Hand] shot out like lightning, and regardless of what it grabbed, it was all about "distributing the spoils evenly."

It grabbed a handful of lace ones on the left.

It grabbed a handful of bear-patterned ones on the right.

Then it swiped a piece of silk that looked to be of good quality from the middle.

"Rip—"

The sound of the hangers falling was perfectly kept to the lowest possible volume.

A large handful of soft "Battle Flags," still warm and fragrant, were roughly stuffed by Jiang You into that fishy-smelling, dark green turtle shell.

Then, feeling it wasn't safe enough, he simply stuffed them all into his arms and hid them close to his body.

[Legs (Satisfied)]: "Done!"

"Battle Flags captured! Forbidden territory breached!"

"From now on, this third floor is our backyard!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Brothers! Retreat! Time to sleep!"

After completing this "feat" that would be enough to have him hunted by the girls on the third floor for three days and three nights, Jiang You didn't linger for a second.

He leaped down from the third floor and drifted into the window of Dorm 201 on the second floor like a falling leaf.

...

[Brain]: "Safe return."

"Disengage disguise. Destroy evidence... no, that's not it, hide the loot."

"Host is about to wake up, all units return to position."

Jiang You stiffly took off his trench coat, removed his mask, and put the outfit back into his storage ring.

Then, like a robot, he kicked the dark green Tier 4 Black Water Turtle Shell under the bed.

"Clang."

Finally, he climbed onto the bed, and without even looking at the pile of "Battle Flags" he had pilfered, he stuffed them directly under the covers.

He pulled up the quilt.

Three seconds later, the familiar sound of snoring began.

Jiang You, surrounded by his "loot," drifted into a sweet dream.

The entire process was seamless.

Aside from the huge hard object under the bed and the strange soft objects in the quilt, everything seemed so calm.

Only the moon outside the window, as if shy, quietly hid behind the clouds.

...

The next morning.

The sun was still bright, and the birds were chirping.

But today at Magic City Martial Arts University, the atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

The sirens had been blaring all night and still hadn't stopped.

Dorm 201.

Jiang You was the first to wake up because he felt something covering his face—it smelled fragrant, but it was also stifling.

"Mmh..."

Jiang You groggily reached out and pulled the thing off his face.

"What the hell? An eye mask?"

Jiang You struggled to wake up and yanked the thing off his face.

He opened his sleepy eyes and, by the morning light, saw clearly what was in his hand.

It was a piece of... black... you know, with very little fabric and made of semi-transparent lace.

It even had a little purple scorpion embroidered on it.

Jiang You's Brain crashed instantly.

"???"

He raised his head and blinked his innocent big eyes, thinking he had misread it.

He looked again.

He hadn't misread it.

Jiang You's hand began to tremble.

He suddenly threw off the quilt.

"Whoosh—"

Good heavens!

Pink ones, white ones, ones with bear patterns... all kinds of intimate garments were scattered on his bed like opening a blind box.

This wasn't a bed; this was clearly a Victoria's Secret sale event!

"F... F***!!!"

Jiang You let out a silent scream, his face instantly turning the color of pig liver, and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

His Heart was pounding wildly, ready to jump out of his throat.

"This... what is going on?"

"This... who put so many clothes in my bed!"

"You admit this is your bed..."

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Jiang You quickly pulled himself together and stopped thinking about those weird memes.

Everything happening before his eyes made him suspect for a moment whether he had sleepwalked again yesterday!

Jiang You panicked.

Completely panicked.

With the fastest hand speed of his life, he frantically gathered up this "incriminating evidence" that was enough to cause his social death.

"Where to hide it? Where to hide it?"

"Under the pillow? No, it's too lumpy!"

"The wardrobe? No, Gou Fugui will rummage through it!"

"The mattress! Yes! Under the mattress!"

Jiang You, like a thief with a guilty conscience, lifted the thin mattress, stuffed the pile of colorful things all the way to the inside, and then pressed it flat.

"Hoo... hoo..."

After doing all this, Jiang You collapsed on the bed, feeling more tired than after a fight.

"Too scary..."

"My sleepwalking is getting more and more criminal..."

"I must tie myself up before going to sleep from now on!"

Just then, he prepared to get off the bed to find slippers and calm down.

As soon as his foot hit the ground, "Thump!"

His toe kicked something hard.

"Ouch!"

Jiang You winced in pain and looked down.

He saw that under his bed, a huge, dark green "washbasin" had appeared, covered with patterns that looked like oracle bone script.

Jiang You was dumbfounded again.

He squatted down and knocked on the object.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound was dull and heavy, the texture feeling like jade, yet also like metal.

"What is this again?"

"Who put this thing under my bed?"

"But these patterns are way too retro. It looks like an unearthed artifact?"

"And this shape... isn't it a bit too big for washing your face? It's big enough for a bath, right?"

Jiang You was dumbfounded.

He had no idea what kind of crazy night his body had experienced.

He just felt... the world was too crazy.

Underwear growing in the bed, washbasins growing under the bed.

The feng shui of Class F must be problematic!

Just then, there was movement from the bed next to him.

The three roommates who had been "physically put to sleep" all night finally woke up.

"Ouch..."

Lu Xingye sat up, clutching his neck, looking pained.

"Did I get a stiff neck? Why does my neck feel like someone slashed it with a knife?"

Xiang Batian was also touching the big bump on his forehead, looking confused.

"I think I dreamed last night that I hit a wall..."

Gou Fugui rubbed the back of his head.

"Me too, it feels like someone pressed my power-off button."

The three of them got out of bed groggily.

Then, they immediately saw Jiang You squatting on the floor, staring blankly at a huge basin-like object.

Lu Xingye narrowed his eyes and asked with disgust, "Jiang You, why are you squatting there early in the morning?"

"And... what is that thing by your feet?"

Jiang You panicked, quickly kicked the turtle shell deep under the bed, and stood up guiltily to block it.

"No... nothing!"

"It's just a washbasin! A specialty washbasin sent from my hometown!"

"It's an extra-large retro model! It's really good for washing clothes!"

Lu Xingye's mouth twitched.

"A retro washbasin?"

"Your taste... is truly unique."

"People who didn't know better would think you went grave robbing."

Gou Fugui's eyes lit up, and he wanted to lean in to look.

"A retro model? Is it an antique? If it's an antique, I'll buy it!"

"Not for sale! That's a family heirloom!"

Jiang You quickly changed the subject, grabbed his toothbrush, and prepared to run out.

"Uh... what time is it? Is it time for breakfast? I'm hungry!"

He just wanted to leave this room full of incriminating evidence immediately.

As long as he left here, he would be safe!

However, when the four of them finished washing up and ambled downstairs to the first-floor lobby, they found that the atmosphere today... was very wrong.

The lobby was deathly quiet.

The air was filled with a thick murderous aura, along with a faint scent of blood.

The few "ladies" from the third floor of Class F were standing in the center of the lobby, their faces flushed and teeth gritted.

Their gazes were like knives, scanning every boy who came downstairs, as if they wanted to scrape a layer of skin off them.

And hanging from the retro chandelier in the center of the lobby was an unknown object.

Looking closely, it was a person.

It was the transparent man of Class F, Mo Wu.

At this moment, Mo Wu had been beaten black and blue, to the point where even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Mo Wu was dangling in mid-air, making weak whimpering sounds:

"I didn't... I really didn't..."

"I just... just slept downstairs..."

"Why do I feel like being the center of attention isn't a good thing!"

"Wuwuwu..."

Seeing this scene, Jiang You's Legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the spot to beg for mercy.

Only one thought crossed his mind:

Oh no!

It seems to be coming for me!