112: Chapter 112 Singing Competition: The Loser Has to Perform on Stage

After Shen Weiyue's sharp scolding, the dorm finally fell completely silent.

Qi Hui stared at the ceiling with a dead heart. Even after a long time, he still didn't say a word, seemingly having suffered a massive blow.

"Old Yue, your mouth is so fucking hurtful."

"A-Bin, you don't get it. This dog Qi Hui has completely lost his mind. If I don't snap him out of it, he'll stray onto a dark path sooner or later."

"Even so, I also think you scolded him too harshly. Little Hui probably can't accept reality right now. He needs some counseling."

"He doesn't need counseling, he just needs to yank it!"

Shen Weiyue retorted testily. Xie Dongming and Zhang Chengbin were left speechless by his fierce momentum, only able to mourn for Qi Hui in their hearts.

This late-night chat finally fell completely silent.

Not long after, the four of them fell fast asleep one by one.

...

Early the next morning.

As soon as Shen Weiyue opened his eyes, he saw someone standing by his bed, a pair of glowing green eyes staring at him unblinkingly.

"Holy shit!"

Shen Weiyue was startled, instinctively wrapping his blanket tighter before slapping out.

With a loud smack, Qi Hui clutched his head and wailed, "Brother Yue, what are you doing~"

"Fuck your grandpappy! Why the hell are you standing by my bed staring at me first thing in the morning? Just because I scolded you a bit, you want to attack me?"

"No, no, I just thought about it all night and realized you were absolutely right. It was extremely eye-opening for me. So, after reflecting deeply on my pain, I decided to say something to you face-to-face."

"What is it?"

"I, Qi Hui, have drifted for half my life, only regretting that I have not met a wise lord. If you do not spurn me, I, Hui, am willing to bow to you as my foster father!"

Qi Hui looked at Shen Weiyue devoutly. While Shen Weiyue was still in a daze, Qi Hui had already cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

"???"

"..."

"!!!"

Three faces in the dorm were completely dumbfounded.

Xie Dongming and Zhang Chengbin rolled out of bed, staring at this scene in dumbfounded shock, utterly speechless.

Just two days ago, when Shen Weiyue told Qi Hui to call him foster father, this fellow had sworn up and down that it was impossible even if he died.

How long had it been since then?

This big-eyed, thick-browed Hero of Yan and Zhao had already kneeled. The world had truly turned upside down in a way they couldn't comprehend.

Shen Weiyue frowned, and a phrase couldn't help but pop into his head: "With a halberd in hand to slay my foster father, remember me, for I am A-Hui."

Paired with Qi Hui's current expression, the vibe was spot on.

Motherfucker!

There are always treacherous peasants plotting against this emperor.

He stared at Qi Hui while putting on his clothes and getting out of bed, asking, "Brother Hui, I fucking beg of you, just spit it out. What on earth do you want?"

"Foster father, I'm serious. Please guide me, I want to be a top-tier man," Qi Hui said loudly.

"How am I supposed to guide you? I'm a fucking student too."

"No, you feel different. It's been over a week since school started, and I've carefully observed your every word and action. You don't look like an ordinary college student at all. You must be extraordinary!"

Hearing this, A-Bin and Fatty Xie could no longer stay in bed.

A-Bin: "Pukai, why don't you ask me for advice?"

Fatty Xie: "Dumbass, I can be your foster father too, and I can guide you!"

Qi Hui glanced at them contemptuously and sneered, "No, you guys won't do. In fact, it's not even a matter of being unable to, you simply don't have it."

"Diu nei lo mo, don't have what?" A-Bin was furious.

"That natural, inside-out composure, that feeling of handling heavy matters with ease—you guys don't have it," Qi Hui replied.

"Fuck, we don't have it, but that dumbass Shen Weiyue does?" Fatty Xie was also furious.

"Exactly. I analyzed it. When Brother Yue came to report, there was an untorn tag on his suitcase. I looked closely, and it was from a flight, which shows Brother Yue comes from a well-off family."

"Faced with the instructor, Brother Yue was neither obsequious nor arrogant. He has a robust physique with a six-pack, which must be the result of super self-discipline."

"First, we had the class beauty An Lan teasing him at every turn, and then the department beauty Ning Xi came uninvited. Yet, Brother Yue has remained completely indifferent throughout. This either means he views beauty as dirt, or they simply aren't good enough for him."

"He created the 'Men's Triangle Theory'—his thinking is meticulous, his logic is rigorous, he explains profound things simply, and it's thought-provoking. This is the charm of a mature man."

"Wealthy, self-disciplined, strong-willed, mature... 'There are those of great courage in the world, who do not panic when suddenly confronted with danger, nor do they fly into a rage when provoked without cause. This is because they hold great things in their hearts, and their ambitions are far-reaching...'"

"A person like this is bound to become a giant thigh to cling to sooner or later. If I don't cling to him now, when will I?"

The more Qi Hui spoke, the brighter his eyes shone. Seeing that Shen Weiyue seemed about to defend himself, he said loudly, "It's useless, Brother Yue. You are like a firefly in the dark—so distinct, so outstanding. I've already discovered you, you can't hide!"

"Sigh, I originally wanted to get along with you as a peer, but I didn't expect you to find out anyway." Shen Weiyue sighed deeply. "Since it's come to this, I'll lay my cards on the table. My soul is actually forty years old."

"Foster father!"

"Yes, my son."

"Pfft, hahahaha! You two dumbasses are putting on quite a show for me and A-Bin first thing in the morning. This is hilarious, hahahaha!"

Xie Dongming snorted like a pig with laughter, and the dorm was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

...

It was getting close to noon.

Today's military training was just as bitter.

Xie Dongming and Zhang Chengbin insisted that Qi Hui call them foster fathers too, which led to a small-scale sword fight breaking out in the dorm before they left. Even now, the three of them were still cursing at each other.

Fortunately, the instructor had inexplicably gone to whisper with the neighboring class's instructor, failing to notice the anomaly over here.

Just as the three silly dogs' war of words grew increasingly heated, the instructor started walking back.

"Shut up, the instructor is coming back!"

Shen Weiyue barked in a low voice, and the three of them immediately shut their mouths.

However, the instructor didn't return to scold them, but to order everyone to stand at attention and then at ease.

"Class, more than half of our military training has passed, and we haven't had a singing battle yet. I just discussed it with the neighboring instructor. Both formations will take a break together and have a singing battle to liven up the atmosphere."

"Awesome!" everyone cheered in unison.

"Don't be so quick to cheer. There are rules to a singing battle. If your momentum doesn't overpower the other side, you lose. And if you lose, you have to perform a talent!"

"Instructor, you perform! Instructor, you perform!"

"I can cover for you once at most. If we lose too many times, I'll have to draw names from among you to perform. So get ready."

The instructor began teaching them the rules of the singing battle. After sharing a few clever tricks and preparing for a moment, he asked loudly, "First Company, are you ready?"

"We're ready!"

"Louder! Are you ready?"

"WE! ARE! REA! DY!"

Everyone roared at the top of their lungs.

As they roared, the neighboring class refused to be outdone and also roared loudly.

Soon, every formation on the playground was shouting. It looked like they were all squaring off for their own singing battles to stir up some excitement.

"The east wind blows, the war drums beat! In a singing battle, who does the First Company fear?" The instructor started with zero startup frames, and Computer Science Class 1 followed suit, shouting along.

"Machine guns, two legs! The Second Company will beat you so hard you won't be able to open your mouths!" The neighboring formation's instructor retorted instantly, striking back aggressively.

With this, the atmosphere on the field instantly ignited.

The students of Computer Science Class 1 grew more and more excited as they shouted. Qi Hui truly lived up to his reputation as a Hero of Yan and Zhao, roaring until his face was flushed and his veins bulged.

Before long, the winner of the first round was decided.

Computer Science Class 1 actually lost.

"As your company commander, I'll go first this time. If we lose again next time, you guys better be prepared!"

The instructor shook his head and sighed. With a dark face, he walked to the front and performed a set of Military Boxing.

The singing battle continued.