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Ji Mian quickly scanned the classroom, trying to spot Song Yu's figure, confirming with the system: 【He should be the target of my mission, right?】

System: 【Yes.】

However, after a few seconds, no one responded in the classroom.

The old professor glanced up at the students and called out again, “Song Yu?”

Still, there was no answer.

“Skipping the first class?” The old professor furrowed his brow. “Quite bold, aren’t we?”

“Class 3, Song Yu…” he said, marking something in the roll call book.

It was easy to tell that he was going to deduct points from this student.

Ji Mian heard someone on his left speak quietly, “Zhi Kai, is Song Yu from our dorm…”

“I don’t know.” The boy named “Zhi Kai” responded with an impatient tone.

Hearing that voice, Ji Mian turned his head and, sure enough, it was the tall boy from earlier.

“He didn’t come for orientation, so he must have something going on, right? Now he’s being docked points?” spoke a boy with curly hair sitting next to Zhi Kai.

He Zhi Kai replied, “Why care so much? Maybe he’s just dropping out and repeating the year.”

“What if he’s not?” The curly-haired boy said worriedly, “He won’t be deducted points, will he?”

Twenty points was no small amount, especially for freshmen who were very concerned about their GPA; losing twenty points due to high math could be quite serious.

“It’s not like they’re deducting your points. If they want to deduct, so be it.”

The curly-haired boy bit his lip, wanting to say something but ended up mumbling without voice.

He really wanted to tell the teacher, but his severe social anxiety made it impossible! Plus, he couldn’t figure out what Song Yu’s situation was…

“Classmate, what’s going on?” Ji Mian leaned over, speaking to Jia Wenbo and the curly-haired boy across the gap.

“!!” The curly-haired boy was startled by the sudden head that leaned over.

Ji Mian had his back to Xie Heng, who glanced at him again.

The curly-haired boy replied, somewhat dumbfounded, “Oh, oh, it’s just that the teacher called my roommate’s name earlier. But he didn’t come for orientation, and I don’t know the specifics.”

With the semester just starting, the class representatives hadn’t been elected yet, and most students hadn’t even met each other.

“Oh…” Ji Mian responded thoughtfully.

On the stage, the old professor had reached Class 4 for attendance:

“Li Xinyi.”

“Here.”

“Lu Zhou.”

“Here.” After responding, Ji Mian casually added, “Teacher, Song Yu hasn’t come for orientation; he might have special circumstances.”

Beside him, Xie Heng’s expression instantly became quite complex.

…This was the first time he’d seen someone meddle in another class’s business.

The old professor paused his attendance call, looking up, “Didn’t come for orientation?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I understand.” The serious-looking old professor surprisingly was quite accommodating, “After the class representative is elected, let the Class 3 representative check the situation. When Song Yu comes, have him find me.”

With just a few sentences, this minor issue was resolved.

The curly-haired boy was momentarily stunned, unconsciously looking at Ji Mian.

Ji Mian smiled kindly at him. His pretty features lit up with a smile, looking remarkably handsome. The curly-haired boy’s face flushed, and he scratched his head, feeling a bit shy to look at him.

During the break, Ji Mian lay on the desk to catch up on some sleep.

He had been full of energy while out and about, but once class started, he began to feel drowsy frequently.

When the class bell rang, he rubbed his eyes and got up.

Since he had been facing Xie Heng while sleeping, the moment he opened his eyes, he inadvertently caught sight of a phone on the neighboring desk.

On the screen was a video showcasing an apartment that seemed to have two bedrooms and two living rooms, and Xie Heng was watching intently.

Ji Mian was taken aback and asked, “Xie Heng, are you planning to rent an apartment?”

Jia Wenbo, sitting nearby, turned his head in surprise at this question.

“Yeah.” As class was about to start, Xie Heng locked his screen.

Noticing Ji Mian still looked dazed from sleep, he worried that Ji Mian might misunderstand, so he added, “It’s not related to you guys; I just prefer living alone.”

Ji Mian nodded in understanding, “There are quite a few apartments for rent near the school. You should check them out; you might find something cheap.”

After saying that, he felt the suggestion was somewhat unnecessary.

The apartment Xie Heng was looking at had at least two bedrooms and a decent renovation, clearly indicating he wasn’t short on money.

“Alright.” Xie Heng responded.

During the first week of school, there weren’t many classes; most would officially start in the second or third week.

A University’s first-year students had evening study sessions, and Class 4 scheduled a class meeting for their evening study session to elect class representatives.

After dinner, Ji Mian arrived, and there were only a few students scattered in the small classroom for the evening study.

Xie Heng didn’t have the habit of eating dinner, so he arrived a bit earlier and was already seated in the second-to-last row by the window, wearing headphones and looking at something.

Seeing his roommate, Ji Mian naturally went over to sit next to him.

Two exceptionally handsome boys sitting together in a small corner of a small classroom, rather than in the large lecture hall during the day, created quite a pleasing scene.

A girl behind them saw this and let out a short, sharp gasp.

“!!”

So cute!!

Ji Mian didn’t have a habit of looking at others' phones, but since he was sitting next to Xie Heng, his peripheral vision inevitably caught the screen. It was a video about a website development project, with lines of code dancing across the screen.

Do first-year economics students also have programming courses?

He didn’t ask further, quietly opening a game and settling into his role as a bystander.

As not everyone had arrived yet, Ji Mian finished a round of a casual game but grew a bit bored. He preferred playing basketball over gaming.

Remembering Xie Heng’s housing search, he asked, “By the way, how’s the apartment hunt going?”

Xie Heng pondered for a moment, then took off his headphones and shared a few promising apartment videos he had found with Ji Mian.

Ji Mian flipped to one with a warm color scheme and said, “This one looks pretty good; the facilities seem new, and the decoration is nice.”

“Yeah.”

The girl behind them, who had just been casually chatting, suddenly felt her eyes widen in shock.

What?! Looking at apartments?! Has it developed to the point of planning to live together?!

After Ji Mian finished watching, he patted Xie Heng’s shoulder, saying, “Once you’ve made your choice, I’ll accompany you to check it out to avoid getting scammed.”

Oh, so they’re not going to live together.

The girl felt her emotions swing from high to low, feeling a bit disappointed.

Xie Heng smiled faintly as Ji Mian casually patted his shoulder like they were close friends.

After a while, more seats in the classroom filled up.

Jia Wenbo also arrived, but since the small classroom had double desks, he greeted Ji Mian and Xie Heng before finding another empty spot to sit.

The list for class representative nominations had already been submitted during the day.

Two senior students were hosting Class 4’s first meeting and wrote down the various positions and candidates on the blackboard.

Xie Heng casually glanced at the board, raising an eyebrow in surprise to see Ji Mian’s name missing under the “Class Representative” section.

“Aren’t you running for class representative?” he asked.

The person he questioned paused in confusion, “Why would I run for class representative?”

“Nothing, just thought you’d be a good fit.”

“Class representatives have a lot to worry about; I can’t handle that.” Ji Mian replied casually.

However, Xie Heng looked deeply at him, wanting to say: Don’t underestimate yourself; you’re really quite suitable.

In just a couple of days since school started, Ji Mian had already meddled in Class 3’s business.

“I’m not running for class representative; I want to run for the Mental Health Committee. Remember to vote for me later,” Ji Mian said with a cheeky grin, self-promoting.

Xie Heng smiled, “Alright.”

The position of Mental Health Committee member suited Ji Mian quite well.

If you were to seek Ji Mian for psychological counseling, just his face alone, with its striking features and glimmering earrings, along with his smiling demeanor, would indeed make it hard for anyone to feel down.

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