Building C Dormitory.
As Qin Fan stepped onto the staircase, a long-lost sense of familiarity washed over him. This dormitory building held the best four years of his life. As he felt that nostalgic sensation deep within his mind, countless memories rapidly pieced themselves together. A faint, fond smile involuntarily appeared on his face as he continued climbing, but he hadn't even reached the seventh floor when a barrage of curses abruptly shattered his reverie.
"Fuck you! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"You little shit, who the fuck are you talking to!"
"I'm talking to you! What are you gonna do about it!"
"Say it again, I dare you."
"I said, fuck you! What the fuck can you do about it! I'll give you one chance: clean up the water in front of my dorm right now, or I'll make you understand that not every college student is a gentleman!"
Hearing the aggressive, profanity-laced shouting, Qin Fan frowned. One of those voices was all too familiar!
