TLCBITAR Chapter 8
by VolareChapter 8: The Hacker God of Slaughter is in 606
Although it was golden autumn in September, the sun in the sky was fiercely strong.
Zhou Zhou strolled leisurely under the shade of the trees, but after a while, he was sweating profusely from the heat.
Especially his back, the burning pain felt as if a stinging caterpillar was crawling on it.
A scorching gaze stared at his back, never moving away for a long time.
[What is he doing following me? Does he see me as a potential rival in love?]
[Hehe, no wonder he ignores the female lead, so he’s jealous!]
[Stop looking, if you want to win the beauty sooner, then perform well in the upcoming art performance.]
[I don’t believe you’re so heartless that you’d dare to stand by and watch without helping in front of the entire school.]
[Pei Yanlie! Don’t let me down!]
Pei Yanlie frowned tightly, secretly pondering whether this boy was possessed by an evil spirit.
He stopped, his toe turned, and he walked towards the direction of the office building.
The new dormitory building was about to be completed, it was time to invite a master to perform a ritual.
Lest those demons and monsters possess the students’ bodies, and swagger in front of him all day long, spouting nonsense.
Zhou Zhou had no idea what Pei Yanlie was thinking. He carried the takeout back to the dormitory. As soon as he walked into 606, he saw Chen Qihang sitting in a chair, buried in his food.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling without really smiling, “Yo, what a coincidence, we’re in the same dormitory.”
Chen Qihang was instantly choked by the noodles and coughed violently, his face so black that he looked like he was about to ascend to heaven in the next second.
He pounded his chest violently, sneezed, and noodles sprayed out of his nose, instantly feeling refreshed all over.
He patted his chest, still with lingering fear, “Huff… almost died…”
Zhou Zhou chuckled, his tone casual, “Am I a ghost? Why are you so scared?”
He walked to his desk and saw a thick layer of dust covering it.
His eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Chen Qihang and teased, “Classmate Chen, can you help me wipe the table?”
Hearing these teasing words, Chen Qihang finally couldn’t bear it any longer, and suddenly stood up, his eyes under his glasses filled with intense anger.
He gritted his teeth and said, “Are you my dad or my mom? Why should I help you?!”
Zhou Zhou bent down, his lips slightly raised, and whispered meaningfully in his ear, “I’m your grandpa, nicknamed God of Slaughter, specializing in slaying you, the killing god.”
Chen Qihang’s pupils shrank suddenly, then he immediately calmed down, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, a dark light flashed quickly in his eyes, and he pretended to be puzzled and asked, “What God of Slaughter, killing god, have you been reading too many novels?”
Zhou Zhou tilted his head and glanced at the other two roommates, casually asking, “It is said that there is an elusive hacker on the internet, nicknamed Killing God, do you guys know him?”
The roommate with dark skin, tall and thin, nodded, his voice rough, “That stupid idiot loves to show off, only does petty things, thinks he’s so awesome, and even gives himself the name Killing God!”
The roommate with a slightly chubby and short appearance snorted and complained with a disgusted expression, “It is said that this Killing God likes to invade girls’ computers, steal their private photos, and sell them to those perverts. If I knew who this Killing God was, I’d beat him to death! So perverted!”
Zhou Zhou nodded, smiled meaningfully, and said faintly, “I know who the Killing God is.”
The two roommates immediately became excited and asked, “Who is it?”
Zhou Zhou glanced at Chen Qihang intentionally or unintentionally, smiled, and said, “He’s in our dormitory building.”
The two roommates said in unison, “Tell us quickly, we’ll grab our weapons and beat him up!”
“Well, he is…”
“Zhou Shao, your desk is too dirty, let me wipe it for you, you sit here first.”
A slightly flustered voice interjected, Chen Qihang walked quickly to the balcony with a tense face, took a wet towel and walked in, wiping the table silently.
The two roommates looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
They still wanted to ask where the Killing God was, but Zhou Zhou waved his hand and said perfunctorily, “Suddenly forgot his name, anyway, he’s in our building, I’ll tell you when we bump into him in the future.”
“Uh…”
Chen Qihang lowered his head, his overly long bangs covering the dark light in his eyes. He wiped the dirty table hard, wishing he could wipe a hole in it.
The tall and thin black-skinned boy introduced himself, “My name is Lin Sheng, from B2 class, what’s your name?”
“Zhou Zhou, A1 class.”
“My name is Qu Minghui, B2 class.”
Zhou Zhou put one hand on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked at the slightly chubby boy, curved his lips and asked, “Your surname is Qu, what’s your relationship with Qu Jing?”
Qu Minghui did not avoid it and said directly, “He’s my dad.”
Zhou Zhou gave a light “ah” sound, as if it was as expected.
He turned his head and casually asked, “Why didn’t you come to A1 class?”
Qu Minghui smiled shyly, scratched his forehead, his eyes slightly dodging, and explained hesitantly, “My dad is too fierce, I don’t want to face his face all day.”
He finally straightened his back, stretched out his slender fingers and slowly unwrapped the takeout packaging, casually saying, “It’s okay, not too fierce, Classmate Chen, am I right?”
Chen Qihang finished wiping the table, straightened up, his eyes fell on the clean table, and said perfunctorily, “Yes, you’re right.”
He pursed his lips tightly and strode into the bathroom, then the sound of “Crazy” water sounded, obviously washing the rag.
Zhou Zhou directly ate the takeout on Chen Qihang’s desk, the rich aroma entered Qu Minghui’s nose and mouth, he walked a few steps to Zhou Zhou’s side and looked at it, grinned and asked, “Steak seafood set meal, your meals are good! Why don’t you go to the cafeteria?”
“Um… there are too many people in the cafeteria, I’m socially awkward, so I can only secretly order takeout.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he ate a big mouthful, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a look of enjoyment.
“Your expression is really spot on, you made me hungry, you can try doing a mukbang, haha!” Qu Minghui leaned against the ladder of the bunk bed, his arms crossed over his chest, chatting familiarly.
Zhou Zhou nodded, his Adam’s apple rolled heavily, the food was swallowed into his stomach, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, curved his lips and said, “Well, I can try when I don’t have money to spend.”
At this time, Lin Sheng also came over, his eyes fell on Zhou Zhou’s hair, and he joked, “Are you into art? This ponytail is very artistic, haha.”
His skin was dark, and his smile made his two rows of teeth look particularly white, a little eye-catching.
Zhou Zhou raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes flashed and he asked curiously, “Is your skin naturally dark or tanned?”
“It’s hereditary, a whole family of dark skin.” After saying that, Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and put it next to Zhou Zhou’s arm to compare, and said enviously, “Your skin is as white as a wall, do you rarely sunbathe?”
“I’ll go sunbathe someday, it’s not good to be as white as a vampire.” Zhou Zhou complained, picked up the takeout box and slurped a large mouthful of white rice.
Lin Sheng agreed, and suggested, “Let’s go to the beach, the sun is stronger there, it’ll turn you into charcoal in an hour, and help you shed a layer of dead skin by the way.”
…
In less than half an hour after Zhou Zhou entered the dormitory, he became familiar with his roommates, and even made plans to go out for supper that night.
Beicheng University does not have a curfew at night, so there is no fear of not being able to enter the door in the middle of the night after getting drunk.
Time flew by, and the art performance was about to begin.
Zhou Zhou followed the students of A1 class into the theater, and at a glance, he saw the tall figure sitting in the first row below.