Poor Cao Han wasn't discovered until more than ten minutes later, when someone coming to use the restroom found him and pulled him out of the urinal.
For more than a month afterward, Cao Han washed his hair and face countless times a day. He scrubbed with such force that he'd worn his once-smooth face down until it was as coarse as sandpaper. Even so, he still felt like he reeked of piss...
The only saving grace for Cao Han was that his rescuer didn't recognize him. Otherwise, he would have become infamous on campus. At that point, he wouldn't be worrying about transferring departments, but dropping out of school entirely!
Meanwhile, after the third class ended, Zhao Yuan noticed a crowd of uninvited guests had gathered outside his classroom.
Some stood by the windows, others by the door, all craning their necks and peering into the classroom. The moment they spotted Zhao Yuan, a wave of low gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd.
"That's him!"
"That's Zhao Yuan!"
