Girls' Dormitory.
The afternoon sunlight added to the stuffy heat, as if the whole place was a giant steamer. Several cars were parked in the open space in front of the dormitory entrance, flanked by lush green trees that enhanced the tranquility.
Groups of female students, having just finished class, walked back to their dormitory.
As they passed the dormitory entrance, each couldn't help but glance at Andrew Han, secretly marveling at the parade of luxury cars during the start-of-term season.
This is Greenfield City, not Riverdale.
As a top-tier city in the province, luxury cars are common here. Especially during university move-in season at Southland University, even convertible sports cars can be seen two or three at a time.
Moreover.
Most students at Southland University have some pride; the trend of worshiping money hasn't yet swept over the whole campus. So, most of the girls only discuss and envy the luxury cars—they don't approach anyone to strike up a conversation.
Behind the silver car.
Monica Zhang and Zoe Li's luggage was piled up like a mountain.
"With so much luggage, how are you planning to carry it all?" Andrew Han clicked his tongue, glancing at other freshmen who had also driven to campus.
"Wait a sec," Monica Zhang said, running toward the dormitory. "I'll ask if the boys can help carry the luggage."
Andrew Han looked speechless.
He had never entered the girls’ dormitory before, and it felt a bit awkward... But if Monica Zhang sincerely asked, he might consider it.
Zoe Li stood nearby, smiling lightly. "What's wrong? You're a Martial Arts Program Student—are you worried you can't lift the suitcases?"
"Carrying suitcases is too much trouble. Honestly, I could just toss them up there," Andrew Han said calmly.
With his strength, he could easily throw the suitcases several dozen meters high, and his effortless power would ensure they landed steadily by the window.
But unfortunately—
It's a strict rule: never reveal extraordinary strength in public.
Andrew Han simply leaned against the car, waiting for Monica Zhang to return, idly chatting with Zoe Li and occasionally glancing at the girls passing by in shorts and skirts.
Tsk tsk.
Super-short denim shorts—their legs are so fair.
He shook his head, withdrawing his sharp gaze, sighing at how beautiful the university campus was—there were countless lovely sights.
But Andrew Han had learned his lesson.
He absolutely must not look toward the small grove... With his eyesight, he could clearly see scenes not suitable for children, which might corrupt his pure heart.
After a while—
Pat pat.
Pat pat.
The sound of lively running reached his ears.
Andrew Han looked over and saw Monica Zhang waving her fair arms, her cheeks flushed as she ran toward him in triumph: “Liar, help us move the luggage!”
"Alright."
Andrew Han smiled faintly.
...
Southland University's boys' dormitory.
It was a five-story dormitory building, bustling with boys coming and going. Some, like Andrew Han, were freshmen who had arrived a day early to check in.
"This is Southland University."
Andrew Han took a deep breath, quietly gazing ahead.
Nearby, some boys passed by; three or five played basketball, roughhousing, while two or three ran out of the dormitory, kicking a soccer ball toward the university’s green field. Others chatted about course registration for the new semester.
It was a lively, bustling scene.
Yet for some reason, Andrew Han felt no urge to blend in—his emotions were strangely calm.
From the neighboring dorm, a burly Martial Arts Program Student came out—Kevin Lin. His smile froze, then shifted to a look of fear mixed with awkwardness: “Andrew Han, you arrived early too?”
“Mm.” Andrew Han nodded.
Kevin Lin stepped forward, hesitated, and made a difficult invitation: “Andrew Han, some Martial Arts Program Students who arrived early are planning to get together and meet each other. Want to join?”
“No thanks, I still need to practice.” Andrew Han waved him off.
“Oh, alright, you’re busy. I’ll head to the dinner then.” Kevin Lin nodded, bowing slightly as he hurried away.
He couldn’t help but be afraid.
That night, Andrew Han used the Southern Thousand-Mile March, his hand slicing through green shadows like thunder from the heavens—a memory deeply etched in Kevin Lin’s mind.
He even refused his girlfriend’s repeated requests that night.
Terrifying.
Utterly terrifying.
Kevin Lin had no desire to test Andrew Han’s limits again. He sincerely believed Andrew Han was the top Martial Arts Program Student of the year—unmatched and unchallengeable.
Am I really that scary?
Andrew Han shook his head speechlessly and walked in.
It was his own private dorm—complete with a bathroom, a small lounge, and a bright, spacious bedroom. He looked around; it was about twenty square meters.
Of course, the cost was much higher.
A semester in a private dorm cost 12,000 Sinovera credits—ten times the price of a regular six-person room.
Huff.
Andrew Han exhaled, closed the door, cleaned the slightly chilly room, pulled out the complimentary bedding from under the bed, made it up, and finally sat on the edge.
It was nearly dusk.
The stuffy feeling had faded, and the chatter downstairs grew louder.
Buzz.
His phone vibrated; Monica Zhang sent a picture of a cat holding a fish: "All cleaned up! How’s your dorm?"
Andrew Han smiled and sent two photos of his room.
“Wow!”
“Such a big private dorm—I want to live there too, boohoo.” Monica Zhang sent two messages, clearly envious.
You want to live here too?
Andrew Han glanced at the 1.2-meter-wide bed and pursed his lips: “Heh.”
“Hey, what’s with that attitude?” Monica Zhang sent a voice message, grumbling: “What do you want to eat later? Let’s go together! My treat, to thank you for escorting me.”
“No need to be so polite.” Andrew Han replied formally.
“So where should we eat?” Monica Zhang was eager, sending a picture of a cat gazing at the stars, clearly in thinking mode.
After half a minute, Andrew Han replied in surprise: “Wait, you might have misunderstood… I didn’t actually agree. I still need to practice—maybe another time.”
Elsewhere—
Monica Zhang gently patted her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes stunned, head buzzing, taking a deep breath as her chest trembled.
Heavens above.