Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

060 Noise and Turmoil

Under Song Zhiyi's watchful gaze and the eyes of everyone else, Wang Zhe's expression remained completely calm, not even his eyes darting around.

He said quite naturally, "It's okay, we were just discussing getting a free meal from Squad Leader Yang tomorrow."

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Song Zhiyi's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery that only Wang Zhe could understand.

The girl walked into the classroom with light steps, and when she stood in front of everyone, her gaze lingered on Yang Fan for a moment.

"Congratulations on being elected, Squad Leader Yang!"

"Ah...ha...thank you, thank you, Song." Yang Fan stammered nervously.

"I just heard you guys say there's a social gathering tomorrow at noon? It sounds like it'll be quite lively?" Song Zhiyi blinked, her almond-shaped eyes curving into a beautiful arc. "Since it's a group activity organized by our class monitor, and Wang Zhe is going too... can I join in?"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

The class beauty volunteered to participate in the social event? That's incredibly impressive!

"Of course! Absolutely!" Yang Fan slapped his thigh loudly. "Come with us for an all-you-can-eat barbecue tomorrow at noon!"

Song Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Wang Zhe.

"It's settled then, see you tomorrow."

After saying that, she took the book and turned to leave like an elegant white swan.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The following morning, the atmosphere in dormitory 404 was lively, even restless.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Wei Jing stood in front of the only dressing mirror, holding a bottle of hairspray he had gotten from somewhere, and sprayed it on while combing his hair.

In the mirror, he was wearing a rather flamboyant pink T-shirt and tight-fitting capri pants. Coupled with his hairstyle, which was fixed with hair gel like a helmet, he exuded a breathtakingly trendy vibe.

It's even more humid than rainy days in Shanghai and Hong Kong.

"Hey, Lao Wang, Lao Fang, Xiao Luo,"

Wei Jing struck what he thought was a cool pose in front of the mirror, then turned around and asked, "How do I look? Flashy enough? Can I impress those art girls in the oil painting department?"

Fang Gang, who was playing on his phone in bed, peeked out and almost choked on his own saliva.

"You're more than just sexy. If you tidy yourself up a bit, you could go straight for a role in 'Man and Nature.' You're facing a beautiful woman, and you're a beast in heat—perfect."

"You don't know anything!" Wei Jing rolled his eyes dismissively.

Compared to Wei Jing's elaborate attire, Fang Gang was much more casual. He was still wearing a T-shirt and shorts, prioritizing comfort. Luo Yueshi, on the other hand, painstakingly rummaged through his suitcase and pulled out a plaid shirt, smoothing it out as much as possible before putting it on, and even buttoning it up to the top.

As for Wang Zhe, he was still wearing a clean and crisp white T-shirt and casual pants, simple yet the most pleasing to the eye.

Luo Yueshi was straightening his collar when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Wang Zhe.

He asked in a low voice, "Old Wang, since Song Zhiyi is going too, won't it be a little inconvenient for you to talk to the girls in the oil painting department later?"

The room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Wei Jing, who was adjusting his hair, stopped and turned around with a sympathetic look: "Yeah! Song Zhiyi was obviously there to spy on you. How could you flirt with other girls with her there?"

Wang Zhe shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Who knows? I'm my own person, I can talk to whoever I want. Besides, we're just friends, what business is it of hers?"

Wei Jing walked over, looking every bit the loyal and righteous brother, and patted Wang Zhe on the shoulder heavily.

"It's okay, Lao Wang. Since you're sealed away, I'll take care of this important task! I'll pick up the girls for you! You just focus on eating your meat and don't waste any."

"Screw you!" Wang Zhe laughed and slapped his hand away. "Go ahead and try to pick up girls if you want, don't use me as an excuse."

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Yang Fan's loud voice.

"404! Are you ready? Let's go!"

"Here it comes!"

The door opened, and four boys from the neighboring room 403 stood at the door, ready to go. Yang Fan, as the organizer for the day, had specially worn a white shirt, and his hair was slicked back, making him look energetic.

Eight boys marched downstairs in a grand procession, their imposing presence making it seem as if they weren't going to eat, but rather to abduct a bride.

However, the noisy atmosphere was instantly interrupted when I walked out of the boys' dormitory building.

Because they saw a person.

Under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the dormitory building, Song Zhiyi stood quietly.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today.

Although not as exaggerated as Wei Jing's, every detail exudes exquisite craftsmanship.

She wore a pale yellow floral dress, the fitted design perfectly accentuating her slender waist. Her long hair was braided into a side fishtail braid, adorned with a small pearl hair clip. On her feet were a pair of white sandals, revealing her rounded toes painted with clear nail polish.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell upon her, making her look gentle and pure, with an indescribable liveliness.

Compared to her dignified demeanor at last night's class meeting, today she was more like a girl next door's first love, exponentially increasing her charm.

"Holy crap..." Fang Gang gasped, "This, this is just too beautiful!"

Yang Fan stared wide-eyed, swallowed hard, and muttered to himself, "Is this what our class beauty is like at her peak? I don't think the girls in the oil painting department could even compare."

When Song Zhiyi saw them come out, she smiled and waved, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing precisely on Wang Zhe, who was walking at the back.

Good afternoon, handsome guys.

Her voice was sweet, and her smile was flawless.

Wei Jing glanced at Song Zhiyi, then at the composed Wang Zhe, his expression growing increasingly subtle.

He leaned closer to Fang Gang and Luo Yueshi and asked in a low voice, "Do you still believe this kid's claim of being 'just ordinary friends'?"

Fang Gang curled his lip: "Nobody would believe that! If you ask me, he doesn't even need to go today. He could just go on a date with Song Zhiyi."

Wang Zhe stepped forward, greeted Song Zhiyi naturally, and then waved to the group of boys who were still in a daze: "What are you all standing there for? Let's have some barbecue."

Yang Fan suddenly snapped out of his reverie, a look of delight on his face. He whispered, "She's going too, isn't that perfect? ​​Let the girls in the oil painting class know that our class also has a trump card, so they won't get too arrogant."

Another boy asked, "Will this make things... uh, easier for us?"

Yang Fan nodded: "Yes, but don't be shy, don't be embarrassed. Guys need to be confident when they're out in public. Look at you, you're even embarrassed to say the words 'chasing girls,' how can that be?"

Wei Jing exclaimed excitedly, "That's right, we're going there to pick up girls, to pick them up until the sun goes down!"

Yang Fan: "There's no need to be so passionate..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.