svetikya Chapter 34 A letter signed "Snow"
Chapter 34 A letter signed "Snow"
The four-person group from dormitory 101 parted ways with Hu Lin'er and Fang Ya outside the cafeteria.
Hu Lin'er felt like she had endless things to talk about with Fang Ya, and kept pestering her to chatter on and on. Fang Ya didn't get impatient at all, and listened attentively to Hu Lin'er recounting the strange and interesting things she had encountered.
After Fang Ya agreed to join the team for outdoor combat training during the semester, Hu Lin'er kept chatting with Fang Ya from the time they ate until they walked to the cafeteria entrance. The two walked hand in hand towards the girls' dormitory.
Qian Yuhan: To put it mildly, it's called being overly outgoing; to be more direct, it's called having social anxiety disorder...
Qian Yuhan saw that his good brother Mu Chen was already out of his mind, following behind Fang Ya and the other two towards the girls' dormitory, and reached out to pull him over.
"Alright, stop getting carried away. If you keep going, you'll get a demerit, and Uncle Golden Crocodile will find out—"
Qian Yuhan realized she had let something slip after she finished speaking, and quickly covered her mouth.
"What did you just say?" Mu Chen asked.
"It's nothing, haha, it's nothing, it's nothing." Qian Yuhan laughed awkwardly.
"He just said that if you continue with them, you'll get a demerit and Uncle Golden Crocodile will find out—uh, he seemed to stop there." Tang Chen suddenly said.
"Uncle Golden Crocodile?! You dare call my dad Uncle Golden Crocodile?!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Yuhan quickly said, "Hey, didn't you say your dad is a Venerable of the Spirit Hall, the Golden Crocodile Douluo? We're brothers now, so calling him uncle isn't too much to ask, is it?"
Mu Chen thought about it and agreed, but still continued, "It's fine for us to say this in private, but if you meet him, you have to call him Golden Crocodile Douluo. When I went to the Golden Crocodile Palace to see him before, he even told me to call him Second Elder, haha. He's just so concerned about saving face."
Qian Yuhan: No wonder I used to call him Uncle Golden Crocodile, he always had such a stern face. Later, to annoy him, I called him that every time we met, and eventually he got used to it...
Although Mu Chen is the son of Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Yuhan had never met him before he came to the academy.
Firstly, Qian Yuhan has a noble status. Even the consecrators, the pope, and the elders need to seek Qian Mo's consent to see him, let alone people like Mu Chen.
Therefore, only the higher-ups in the Spirit Hall know of the Young Master's existence, and only a handful of people know his real name: the Venerable One, the top ten elders of the Spirit Hall, and the Pope.
The Spirit Hall's strict secrecy system is one of the reasons why it has stood firm in the Douluo Continent for thousands of years.
Countless people have dedicated their entire lives to the pinnacle of power, yet reap little reward...
"Yes, I understand. I'll be careful if I encounter this again," Qian Yuhan replied to Mu Chen.
Qian Yuhan had just been sweating profusely; he didn't want to reveal his identity, especially since he'd been hiding it for so long. Actually, in Qian Yuhan's view, training himself without revealing his identity was one thing, but another was that the feeling of playing dumb to outsmart others was quite enjoyable.
It's quite amusing to watch Dai Shengxi, Vina, and these clowns perform in front of me. But, I'm genuinely angry.
If I hadn't hidden my identity, would Dai Shengxi have dared to treat me like this? If Fang Ya hadn't had a mutated martial soul that resulted in her having only level one innate soul power, would she have been bullied like this by Vina and the others?
In this world, only those with both status and strength can live a stable and secure life...
As Qian Yuhan was pondering this, Tang Xuan patted himself on the shoulder:
"Stop thinking about Hu Lin'er, let's go back to the dorm."
"I wasn't thinking about her."
"Don't explain, we all understand. And you're the same as the third brother."
"I..." Qian Yuhan was speechless for a moment; any further explanation would only make things more confusing. Let it be.
As soon as the four of them arrived at the dormitory building entrance, the dormitory manager, an older woman, stopped them and asked, "Wait a minute, which dormitory are you from?"
"Huh? We're from 101."
Mu Chen answered, and the other three nodded. All four were taken aback by the dormitory aunt's sudden question.
"That's right, I've been waiting for you guys for ages, why did it take you so long to get back? Someone delivered a note this afternoon saying it was for Qian Yuhan in dorm 101. I've been waiting for you guys to come back so I could give it to you. I've been off work for the next few days, so I was thinking of getting it to you as soon as possible. I've been waiting for almost two hours, and you're finally here. Which one of you is Qian Yuhan?"
The dormitory supervisor explained the situation and then asked who Qian Yuhan was.
"I'm."
The dormitory supervisor watched Qian Yuhan take a step forward and thought to herself: The young man is quite handsome—
"Please keep this safe, I'm leaving now, I need to hurry home."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dormitory supervisor ran off in a flash.
The working spirit of migrant workers is truly admirable; poor dormitory supervisors!
......
Everyone returned to the dormitory. Qian Yuhan walked to her desk, sat down, and took out an envelope from her pocket.
"Which girl wrote you a love letter? You were too embarrassed to deliver it directly, so you sent it straight to the dorm manager. You're really bold."
"Honestly, why doesn't anyone write me love letters? You've already won over the school beauty, you can't be two-timing, you hear me, Fourth Brother."
Qian Yuhan ignored Tang Xuanmu Chen's teasing, opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and saw a snowflake mark "?" in the upper left corner.
"It's unsigned, so who sent it? The handwriting doesn't look like his," Qian Yuhan muttered.
"Him? Which 'him'..." Mu Chen seemed to have caught some details and asked directly.
"It's nothing, you guys should get some rest." Qian Yuhan didn't offer any further explanation.
Qian Yuhan desperately wanted this letter to be written by his long-lost father, but the neat and tidy handwriting told her it probably belonged to a girl.
The letter reads:
Qian Yuhan:
Hello, when you open this letter, it signifies the continuation of our connection. Our first meeting was fate itself. Perhaps you don't remember me, but I simply want to be friends with you, friends with whom I can confide my joys, sorrows, and all sorts of things. Is that alright? I'm so lonely. In reality, I haven't had a single close friend. Everyone is just pretending to be nice to me, and I can't distinguish right from wrong in this world anymore. Perhaps our chance encounter inspired this idea: writing letters to each other without meeting in person. This way, we can avoid all the problems in reality and become pen pals, seeing if we can become true friends in the future—consider it a small experiment. If you don't agree, you can stop here; you don't need to read any further, and you can even tear up the letter and ignore it. If you agree, then we're pen pals; please continue reading.
Next to the main gate of the Spirit Hall Academy, there's a small, dark blue mailbox. This envelope contains a special piece of paper; only this paper can be used to drop it into that mailbox. Use that paper to reply to your letters. I'll send you some more of that paper later. Someone collects the mail every morning at 8:00 AM, so make sure to put it in before then. Someone delivers the mail every afternoon at 6:00 PM; you can pick it up then. Oh, and don't go at the last minute!
This is my first time writing, and I don't even know what to say. I've been so annoyed these past few days; there are always these pests at school bothering me, it's so annoying!! Do you have any ideas on how to keep them away from me? Also, how is the Spirit Hall Academy? I'm really curious about what daily life is like there! Looking forward to your reply. Just call me "Snow"—
—Snow (smiling emo)