Forced Me to Regress, Huh?

For a moment, silence fell over Room 309.

Boys who just started college were still relatively pure, especially in 2014.

Dong Dong had thought exploring campus with his roommates and scoring the WeChat of a cute girl would be enough to crown him the star of the dorm room.

But who could have guessed their room had someone who hadn’t even stepped outside but could casually steal the spotlight the moment he opened his mouth?!

And the worst part? His words, crude as they were, actually made sense!

How was this an immature suggestion? This was a refined, experienced strategy.

Cheng Zhu had said it on purpose to test Dong Dong—because, frankly, Dong Dong’s earlier act was trying too hard to both show off and play innocent.

Come on. You run into a girl on campus, know nothing about her, and immediately make a move. If this isn’t lust, then what is?

Sure enough, as soon as Cheng Zhu finished speaking, Dong Dong nodded enthusiastically. “Damn, Old Cheng, you’ve got a point!”

In fact, Cheng Zhu had a deeper motive in mind.

He began to guide patiently. “Think about it. The girl you met is new here too, right? Doesn’t she have roommates as well?

“Doesn’t that mean you’ve indirectly made at least three new friends today?

“And if these girls visit other rooms and make friends there, doesn’t that mean you’ll get to know even more girls?

“If I’m not mistaken, Dong Dong, weren’t you the one who said the girls at Sci-Tech University are really high quality?

“I propose we make Dong Dong the leader of Room 309 and have him invite that girl and her roommates for a mixer tonight in the cafeteria.” Cheng Zhu raised an eyebrow. “Let’s all applaud!”

The moment he said this, Liu Feng and Zheng Qingfeng couldn’t keep their composure.

A mixer? The legendary room-to-room mixer?

Clap! Clap! Clap! Liu Feng broke into enthusiastic applause.

Zheng Qingfeng had just raised his hands, ready to clap with gusto, when he suddenly remembered his aloof persona. His expression stiffened, and he quickly switched to a half-hearted, perfunctory clap.

I’m just going through the motions, okay?!

Meanwhile, Dong Dong was first stunned by Cheng Zhu’s proposal, but the applause from the other two quickly went to his head.

Lifted so high so suddenly, the young man—thin-skinned and inexperienced—had no idea how to refuse.

He hadn’t even realized who was truly in control of the whole situation. All he knew was that he had just been made the room leader.

Room leader? Hmm, that doesn’t sound too bad. It’s still a title after all.

I’ll tell Dad the good news later. He might even send me money to host the dinner. Maybe I can squeeze a little extra out of him!

But I just added her on WeChat and haven’t even figured out how to break the ice yet. I can’t even come up with a first message, and now they’re assigning me the task of organizing a mixer?

“Ahem, that…” Dong Dong began, mentally rehearsing his lines.

But before he could continue, Cheng Zhu bumped him with his shoulder and asked, “So, what’s her major?”

“Fashion design,” Dong Dong replied.

Cheng Zhu immediately raised his voice. “Do you know what the quality of fashion design majors are like? I don’t need to say anything else, right?”

The others didn’t understand, but it sounded like it was much better than the quality of computer science majors?

“But…” Dong Dong still seemed hesitant.

Cheng Zhu put his arm around his shoulder and said, “As expected of a man wearing Big Converse, you’re indeed not simple.”

Dong Dong’s heart bloomed with joy. Brother, you know your stuff. You know I’m wearing ROs on my feet, not ordinary Converse.

“Not bad, Old Cheng. I didn’t expect you to be so trendy,” Dong Dong said, having more and more respect for him.

“Stop calling me Old Cheng. You’re the room leader. Where’s your phone?” Cheng Zhu urged, wanting to move his plan forward.

Liu Feng was eagerly waiting, while Zheng Qingfeng feigned calmness but kept picking up his bottle of water to drink.

The conversation had already reached this point, so Dong Dong could only take out his phone and open WeChat. Then his fingers froze.

“What’s wrong? Can’t type with pinyin? Want to switch to handwriting?” Cheng Zhu asked with concern when he saw that Dong Dong hadn’t moved for a while.

“What’s wrong?! I don’t know what to say.” Dong Dong revealed his true feelings.

He looked at the three of them and asked, “What do you think I should say?

Here it came—the classic college male dorm room WeChat conversation segment!

A clueless guy and a bunch of self-proclaimed strategists.

It was truly a classic among classics.

Liu Feng said, “Don’t look at me. I was too scared to even ask for WeChat.”

Zheng Qingfeng said, “I’m too aloof.”

Finally, all eyes turned to Cheng Zhu.

Clearly, earlier, he had refused to go with everyone to explore the campus, acting a bit unsociable, but now, he had inexplicably become the backbone of 309.

“Just tell her directly. Say something like, ‘Hi, we’re new to the school and don’t have many friends yet. Our room wants to organize a get-together with your room and have a meal together,’” Cheng Zhu said.

“Will that work?” Dong Dong hesitated, unsure.

“As long as she replies she’ll ask her roommates, it’s a done deal,” Cheng Zhu said confidently.

“Really?” Dong Dong was still skeptical but decided to give it a try.

A short while later, a message came back. “I’ll ask my roommates.”

A few minutes later, she agreed to 309’s invitation.

Dong Dong and Liu Feng instantly let out a howling cheer. The mature-looking Zheng Qingfeng once again drank water strategically. He gulped down half the bottle to douse the fire in his heart before returning to his aloof persona.

Cheng Zhu only felt that new college students were inexperienced.

The girl agreed to add you as a friend, meaning she had a decent first impression of you.

Once she asked her roommates, they would gossip about who this guy was. And when they heard he was the one who asked for her WeChat first, the flames of gossip in the girls’ room would surely blaze! All of them wanted to see what this guy looked like.

Moreover, it was already the age for girls to be in love. Did you really think that only guys were eager for romance?

A lot of men lost out at the very first step—losing to their own timidity, losing to their hesitation.

Right now, the happiest people were undoubtedly Liu Feng and Zheng Qingfeng.

Originally, Dong Dong getting a girl’s WeChat had nothing to do with them. But now, with a room-to-room mixer, the possibilities were endless!

“Brother Zhu, you’re really a prophet!” Liu Feng flattered directly. “Have you really only dated one girl?”

Cheng Zhu had only been in one relationship in this life, but if he counted his past life… He seriously tried to recall but still couldn’t remember clearly.

The problem was, he wasn’t even sure if some of them counted as girlfriends. He had been with some girls, but he couldn’t even remember their full names. Could they really count?

Take the bartender Yezi for example. He didn’t even know her full name, did he?

In that case, when he added and subtracted the numbers, it turned into a complex math problem!

Now, when guys asked him this question, he could answer with any number, and it wouldn’t matter. But if a girl asked, Cheng Zhu would cap the answer at three. Three was the golden number of these kinds of questions. It was just right. Any more? Absolutely not.

After all, Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things. It was in line with the Great Dao!

Cheng Zhu patted Liu Feng’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Chuan’er, this isn’t important. Are you sure you don’t want to use the remaining time to tidy yourselves up a bit more?”

Liu Feng and Dong Dong instantly shot up from their chairs and began picking out clothes.

Zheng Qingfeng maintained a composed expression but secretly took out a jar of hair wax from his drawer.

Having successfully orchestrated the situation, Cheng Zhu casually added, “Oh, by the way, I’m not joining the mixer. I’ve already agreed to a senior sister’s invitation. Don’t count today as 309’s first group meal, okay?”

“What?” All three of them turned to him in unison.

The sunlight streamed into the room, bathing Cheng Zhu in golden light. He was dressed simply, but with a height of 1.8 meters and a handsome, bad-boy face, he was the type many girls swooned over.

As much as they didn’t want to admit it, Cheng Zhu was undeniably the best-looking guy in 309, maybe even the best-looking in their entire class.

During the mixer, his looks would absolutely dominate and likely draw most of the girls’ attention to him.

Dong Dong felt frustrated. He realized no matter how much effort he put into dressing up, it felt like he could never outshine Cheng Zhu.

But wasn’t he now the room leader? For the sake of the room’s unity, he still said, “Old Cheng, can’t you reschedule with that senior sister for another day?”

“Afraid that’s not possible. How about this? I’ll drop by for a bit, but I won’t stay for dinner,” Cheng Zhu offered.

Yes, he had laid so much groundwork earlier just to dodge the dorm room dinner and meet up with Shen Qingning and Lin Lu.

But he definitely planned to show up, even if just briefly.

After all, what if there was a real stunner in that first-year girls’ dorm room?!

If she didn’t get a chance to meet him, wouldn’t she be missing out?

There was no downside in swinging by and leaving a good impression.

There were bound to be some great girls among the new students.

As for the dinner itself? It was optional. Cheng Zhu could already predict it would be an awkward mess of forced conversations. It didn’t sound appealing at all.

As Liu Feng buttoned up his favorite floral shirt, he heard Cheng Zhu was having dinner with a senior sister, so he asked, “Brother Zhu, are you having dinner with that goddess senior sister from today?”

“Yeah.” Cheng Zhu nodded.

Zheng Qingfeng and Dong Dong exchanged glances.

In their opinion, Liu Feng was a decent guy—easygoing and adaptable to most situations. But he hadn’t seen much of the world, which made him prone to exaggeration. Goddess? Was that a term for everyday use? At the very least, she had to be a class beauty! Wasn’t goddess a term that should be reserved for a department beauty?

Just wait. Once I make a name for myself in college, I’ll take him out to broaden his horizons!

Room 309 had arranged to meet with the girls from the fashion design department at 5:30 p.m.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhu had set his meeting with the two senior sisters for 5:45 p.m.

Surprisingly, the cafeteria was quite crowded today.

The food at Sci-Tech University’s cafeteria wasn’t really to Cheng Zhu’s taste. Still, having not eaten here in years, it did stir up a sense of nostalgia.

It’s been ages since I’ve seen the cafeteria aunties’ superb skills, Cheng Zhu mused to himself.

The four of them walked towards the cafeteria with an air of confidence, striding with an exaggerated swagger. Their lighthearted chatter filled the air as they feigned nonchalance.

But the moment they entered the cafeteria, the other three instantly wilted, leaving Cheng Zhu the only one maintaining his composure.

Zheng Qingfeng kept his face taut, wearing his usual stoic, unsmiling expression.

Liu Feng glanced around nervously, his eyes darting left and right.

Dong Dong was fixated on his phone, too nervous to lift his head and look for the girl he had added on WeChat.

Cheng Zhu gave him a gentle nudge and asked, “Is it the girls walking towards us?”

“Ah, yes, that’s them!”

“Then go greet them.”

“Oh, right, okay!”

After greeting them, Dong Dong immediately felt the girls’ gazes on him. They were giggling and chatting softly, their tone laced with playful teasing.

And just like that, the mixer officially began!

Little Dong immediately felt his face heat up. In a flurry, he squatted down, kept his head lowered, and inexplicably started… tying his shoelaces.