Chapter 23

When Liu Meng returned to the dormitory, Old Ma hadn't come back yet. The other six people were still awake, sitting and chatting. Cheng Cheng held Jiang Weixin in his arms and comforted him, "Come on, come on, it's just a beating, right? You still got some benefits, didn't you? You didn't lose out."

Jiang Weixin pushed away the pretentious Cheng Cheng and said with a sour face, "Try it yourself. If I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have been disabled."

"What the hell did you do to make Yue Yue so angry?" Dong Dong asked with a hearty laugh.

"Yeah, you've been mumbling for so long, but we haven't heard a single thing. What's the reason?" The leader followed up.

Faced with everyone's curious gazes, Jiang Weixin had to lower his head and said embarrassedly, "It's just that I still have a girlfriend back home. She sent me a few photos. I told Yue Yue, and I only see her as a sister, but she wouldn't listen and beat me up."

"Damn, so have you broken up or not?" Everyone asked in unison.

"It's just that I haven't had the chance to say it yet..." Jiang Weixin was a bit bashful.

"You deserve it! You deserve it!"

"The beating was too light!"

Jiang Weixin felt very guilty and said, "The girlfriend back home is so far away, it's like she doesn't exist. Finding someone at school, eating breakfast together, going to class together, and studying together, that's what college romance is all about. During winter and summer breaks, I need a companion. One at school and one at home, they don't affect each other, and neither is neglected."

"Get lost, how can long-distance relationships not work? You're just a flirt, and you deserve to be beaten. Next time I see Yue Yue, I'll tell her to hit you harder, right in the vital spots." Cheng Cheng was the first to jump out, very unhappy.

The others looked at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

In China's five thousand years of history, having multiple wives and concubines, which man wouldn't want it?

"Damn, don't tell me you haven't thought about it. You just lack the courage." Jiang Weixin defended himself.

"Get lost, get lost." Everyone drove him away, their eyes red with envy. The gap between the rich and the poor was just too big.

...

A new week began, and the enthusiasm of the top students was immediately rekindled, plunging them into a new battle, the air thick with tension.

On Monday, there were no important classes, just some engineering drawing courses. Liu Meng didn't plan to attend these non-degree courses; he just needed to pass them.

It was the perfect day to focus on writing his novel and see how many words he could produce.

He woke up at 7:00 AM, went for a run, had breakfast, and took a cold shower. By around 8:30 AM, he had everything done and found an empty classroom in the main building. At this time, there were only a few people scattered around.

He started typing furiously.

By 10:00 AM, he had written 25,000 words.

By 12:00 PM, he had written 40,000 words.

At noon, although he was hungry, he was in the zone and didn't want to lose his inspiration, so he continued typing rapidly.

By 4:00 PM, he had written over 100,000 words, and his hands were still typing at a high speed.

Immersed in the world of his novel, Liu Meng completely ignored everything else, his mind fully focused.

He didn't notice who left or who entered the classroom.

By 8:00 PM, he had written about 150,000 words.

Suddenly, a wave of fatigue hit him. His hands, which had been typing non-stop, were supported by sheer willpower. They reached a critical point and suddenly spasmed, unable to move.

But it was the most exciting part, and Liu Meng had a strong desire to continue.

His head was covered in a fine layer of sweat, his mind was highly concentrated, but his body felt like it wasn't his own. He could only stare at the computer screen, desperately wanting to continue typing.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of clarity, similar to the strange feeling he had when he woke up on the train. The words in his mind were rapidly appearing on the computer screen.

He felt all his consciousness concentrated at one point, as if breaking through the barrier between his mind and the computer. It was as if the thoughts in his mind were directly appearing on the screen.

Since his rebirth, Liu Meng had never been so focused on anything. After 12 hours of intense writing, some strange changes occurred. It was like a dream, yet he knew he was dreaming, a state between dream and reality.

Fortunately, Liu Meng had chosen a corner seat at the back, and no one noticed the changes on the computer.

When the lights in the main building were about to be turned off, Liu Meng suddenly snapped out of his trance. He was startled, wondering what had happened to him.

Looking at the open document, he was shocked to see the word count: 502,376 words. In this time, he had somehow written hundreds of thousands of words, and when he checked, it was exactly what he had been thinking.

Something must have changed in me? Some kind of special ability?

Liu Meng was overjoyed. If he had special abilities, life would be much easier. He tried to meditate in front of the computer, as he had done before, but there was no reaction. His body didn't seem to have any other abnormalities.

His brain was dizzy from the intense focus, and he was very hungry.

Damn, what's going on! He couldn't help but curse. What kind of special ability is this?

He couldn't figure it out, and after several attempts with no response, he had to accept it. But he had indeed written about 500,000 words, which was a real achievement, and he was very happy.

It seemed he had entered some special state, like a mother who can run at 20 m/s to save her child, or a man who can catch someone falling from a 20-story building. These are things that can't be done under normal circumstances.

Liu Meng shook his head. He didn't want to think about it anymore. The human body is very mysterious, especially the brain, which is beyond the scope of current science to explain.

The security guard was already there to drive people out. Liu Meng quickly saved his document and prepared to leave.

At this point, he realized his stomach was almost empty, and his head was dizzy. He had pushed himself too hard today, feeling like he had drained his physical energy.

Leaving the main building, he jogged along the road. There was a manhole cover being repaired, and he jumped over it without thinking.

After jumping over, he turned back and jumped again from the same spot. This time, he saw clearly and touched his chin, deep in thought.

He had jumped this spot early in the morning and could barely make it. Now, he could jump over it with more than half a meter to spare, which was definitely not normal.

"Could my body have changed?" The thought excited Liu Meng. Although the improvement wasn't much, there was a stone-like trash can nearby. He picked it up without much effort.

His strength had increased by about 50%, and his speed and leg strength were also around this level. His physical condition was now comparable to that of a sports specialist, which was quite good. At least he wouldn't lose in a fight with a few small thugs.

"Ha ha ha..." Liu Meng couldn't help but laugh in triumph. Writing had made his arms stronger, and it was definitely something to be happy about.

A passing classmate saw him moving the trash can for no reason and then laughing to himself, and cursed under his breath, "Crazy."

"The world is indeed very mysterious, with many unexplainable phenomena." As Liu Meng calmed down, he felt a sense of humility. With greater abilities, his mind was broader, and he had more respect for the unknown.

On the street outside the west gate, there were still a few vendors selling skewers. He bought 20 skewers and a bottle of beer and squatted by the roadside, eating ravenously.

After a day of hard work, he was very tired. Back in the dormitory, he washed his feet and face at the tap, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep like a dead pig, snoring sweetly.

...

Tuesday, September 26.

Cheng Fei woke up early. The first thing she did was to pick up her phone, turn it on, and the alarm in her notes went off. It read, "Call the little brat I met on the train."

Thinking of the little brat she met a month ago, Cheng Fei giggled. He was really a kid who liked to play tricks, making it mysterious and insisting she call him today.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is invalid. Please check and dial again... sorry..."

"Shit, what's this brat up to? We agreed on the 26th, but it's still an invalid number. Is he just messing with me?"

Cheng Fei was very unhappy. She looked in the mirror and said to herself, "Am I really that unattractive that even a little brat would give me a fake number?"

Looking at the pimple that had just appeared on her face, Cheng Fei pouted in distress.

In the mirror, she had willow-leaf eyebrows, a charming face, and a demeanor that was both sweet and fierce.

"Fei Fei, what are you daydreaming about so early in the morning?" Her roommate Min Ran, who was lying above her, had just woken up and saw Cheng Fei holding a mirror, teasing her.

"Go away, you're the one daydreaming. I just got another pimple last night, it's so annoying." Cheng Fei's face turned red as she replied.

"Ah, in our school, where the gender ratio is so imbalanced, it's normal to have hormonal imbalances and acne." Min Ran sighed, hugging a large stuffed animal, changed her position, and went back to sleep.

"Damn, how dare he play me. If I catch him on the train again, I'll show him what I can do." Cheng Fei clenched her fists, feeling very hurt.

...

Hurry up and go to sleep, get up at 3:00 PM, everyone, let's go! Beer and skewers, let's enjoy the World Cup.

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