Chen Xuantian opened his eyes and found himself lying on the dormitory bed, his mind a mess and he felt a bit confused.
Then he smelled the aroma of instant noodles, so he peeked outside and saw a skinny person sitting next door, holding a washbasin eating instant noodles, with an action movie playing on the computer.
"... Old Zhou?"
"Sssss, huh?"
The guy slurped the noodles, looked back with a sidelong glance, showing a pimpled, oval face.
"... Save me some soup."
"Call me dad!"
"You good son of your grandpa!"
"Hey!"
Chen Xuantian stretched lazily, rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and recovered his clarity.
He was back.
After all, in the Primordial Spirit Illusion Realm, there isn't that complex aroma mix of instant noodles, toilets, detergent, sweat, foot odor, and hormones like in the boys' dormitory...
