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Part 3
Then he seriously assessed his own physical condition.
Yun Yingzhi: “…”
It was quite strange.
He had heard that many people, after such an encounter, might not be able to get out of bed for three days and nights depending on the other person’s strength. But he had woken up and could get out of bed, and was even hopping around energetically.
Thinking about it, he suddenly had an epiphany: Prince Elvis might not be very “capable.”
Even though the Prince acted like a dog and loved to bite and gnaw, he really didn’t feel exhausted at all.
Yun Yingzhi let out a soft sigh, thinking that although the Prince was the noble Crown Prince, he was quite pitiable. No matter how glamorous he looked on the outside, “incapable” was “incapable.”
He even suspected that Elvis had been looking for him lately to tell him he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone his secret.
He decided that from now on, he had to be careful not to look at Prince Elvis with too much pity.
However…
Yun Yingzhi subtly felt that he might have something on Elvis!
Yun Yingzhi replied, “I’m fine. Look at me, I’m perfectly okay.” As he spoke, he hopped a few times in place.
Seeing this, the others subtly felt…
That person that day might not have been very capable. Otherwise, facing a beauty like Yun Yingzhi…
Cough, can’t think too deeply.
Despite this, the three still wouldn’t let him go to the training hall and forced him back to the dorm.
The way they looked at him was the way one looks at a poor soul whose body and mind had been devastated.
Originally, Yun Yingzhi hadn’t felt anything wrong, but under his roommates’ exaggerated treatment, he began to feel like his body really was out of sorts. He wasn’t fit for high-intensity training right now.
Thinking about it, it was fine. He could use this time to design the source weapon he wanted to give to Yun Yinghui.
Yun Yingzhi returned to his dorm, opened his terminal, and continued refining the spatial-restriction inscriptions.
After sending Yun Yingzhi back, Yu Feiwen and the others headed for the training hall.
On the way, they happened to pass by the courier station.
As a closed academy, they couldn’t leave freely, but it didn’t affect their ability to send and receive packages.
Yu Feiwen thought of the source weapon Yun Yingzhi’s friend had made and said, “Wait, I’ll send that weapon to the Association for appraisal first.”
Ji Xiaobo and Jing Haomiao immediately agreed.
Perhaps once the appraisal results came out, they would have a legitimate reason to demand Yun Yingzhi contact the manufacturer for a refund?
With that thought, the three entered the station.
The station was empty today; not many people were there.
They went to the service counter and began filling out the shipping form.
The student working part-time, wearing a work vest over his uniform, asked with a smile, “What item are you sending?”
“A Level 5 source weapon,” Yu Feiwen said as he pulled the ring-shaped weapon from his pocket.
The staff member subtly felt that Yu Feiwen’s attitude toward a Level 5 source weapon was a bit casual.
It was an expensive item, after all. To avoid losing it, warriors usually wore them on their wrists or kept them in a separate bag. Though he thought this, the student didn’t voice his question.
Looking at the weapon, it resembled the mass-produced models often sold by the Association. It radiated a cheap vibe.
The only difference was the lifelike little rabbit etched inside the ring, which looked quite cute.
“Where is it going?” the staff member asked.
“The Source Weapon Association,” Yu Feiwen said.
“Do you want to insure it?”
Yu Feiwen paused. Generally, packages were rarely lost. However, most people would insure valuable items just in case.
After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “No need.”
After filling out the form, the staff member packaged the item in front of them and attached the shipping label.
“Rest assured. If there are no accidents, it will arrive safely today.”
Yu Feiwen nodded and said “Alright.”
Before leaving, Yu Feiwen logged into the Source Weapon Association’s portal and entered the tracking number for the appraisal.
There was an option: every weapon appraised by the Association would be done publicly, with live streams on all major platforms. The default was set to allow this; if one wanted to refuse the stream, they had to check a box.
Yu Feiwen chose the default option, allowing the public live stream.
The final question was: after the appraisal, would Yu Feiwen come to collect it, or would the Association ship it to a designated location?
If it was the latter, the shipping fee had to be prepaid. The shipping fee also varied—did he want insurance? Did he want a specific courier company?
Yu Feiwen chose no insurance and the standard shipping option.
Once everything was set, the source weapon entered the appraisal queue.
When the queue reached it, the Association would notify him via email when the live stream would begin.
Yu Feiwen and his two friends left the station.
It was a small world.
On the way to the training hall, they ran into Huai Boshe.
All three gave Huai Boshe the cold shoulder, having no intention of speaking to him. But that didn’t stop them from speaking indirectly.
Ji Xiaobo looked at Huai Boshe and said pointedly, “Scumbag.”
Yu Feiwen added, “Trash.”
Jing Haomiao chimed in, “Simp!”
Huai Boshe’s face was grim. He blocked the three, who clearly wanted nothing to do with him.
Ji Xiaobo let out a retort: “A good dog doesn’t block the way.”
Huai Boshe frowned, his voice cold and heavy. “What happened that night?”
As soon as he asked, it was clear that the roommates’ glares grew even more furious.
Huai Boshe had been uneasy about this all morning.
Ji Xiaobo said, “What difference does it make if you know?”
“Can you change the reality of what’s already happened?”
“If you had cared even a tiny bit more about Yingzhi that day, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Yu Feiwen said, “I hope you don’t look for Yingzhi ever again.”
Ji Xiaobo added, “You have nothing to do with Yingzhi now.”
Jing Haomiao gave Huai Boshe a cold look and let out a “Hmph.”
Huai Boshe’s expression was ghastly.
The night of the mixer, Yun Yingyao had said Yingzhi didn’t come home.
Yun Yingzhi—someone with absolute beauty but weak strength.
That night, on a night when he was drunk, what else could have happened?
Combined with the fury of the three roommates, the truth seemed ready to burst forth. In that moment, he felt his chest tighten. Regret, confusion, and…
Helplessness.
He didn’t even have the courage to go to Yun Yingzhi to confirm it right now.
Without realizing it, he instinctively placed a hand over his heart.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
Ever since the day he went to Yun Yingyao to confess a second time, it seemed…
Things had begun to spiral out of his control.
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