Chapter 295: Chapter 288: No Change of Bed
Ting Yuan rushed over, pulled Tang Yuxin’s sleeves and sniffed them. They didn’t smell as fragrant now. There was a lingering faint scent, but it was much less noticeable than the day before.
“She must have taken some kind of scent-masking medicine.”
Lin Yile sipped water from her cup without expressing any surprise.
She didn’t like the scent on her own body, so sometimes she would take a pill to make it disappear for a few days.
“What kind of medicine is that? Will it upset her stomach? Listen...” Ting Yuan sat down casually, right on top of Tang Yuxin’s pillow. The corner of Yuxin’s eye twitched slightly. She felt some inexplicable urge to die, and all she wished for was that Ting Yuan wouldn’t fart right now.
Unaffected, Ting Yuan continued to voice her opinions.
“We’re all future doctors, so we need to take care of our bodies. Medicine is inherently toxic, so we cannot haphazardly consume unidentified, unclear substances. What if they’re lethal? Oops...”
After that remark, Ting Yuan’s voice disappeared—froze, vanished.
Ting Yuan’s face turned a bright shade of red, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.”
“No worries, everyone farts,” Lin Yile reassured Ting Yuan. Despite being an ungraceful act, she understood that holding in a fart wasn’t something they could control. A fart would come out when it wanted to, and they have no say in the matter.
Song Qingtong was in the process of making her own bed. Being taller had its advantages because unlike others, she didn’t need a ladder to reach the upper bunk.
Meanwhile, Tang Yuxin was glaring at her pillow that was now squished under Ting Yuan’s bottom. She didn’t know what to do...
It was only the second day of orientation, and they still had to collect their military training uniforms in the afternoon.
“How much do you want for it?” The girl lifted her chin, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes.
Tang Yuxin gently smoothed out her pillow before standing up and walking over to pour herself a cup of water.
“Young lady, how much do you want to swap?” The girl’s parents chimed in.
It then dawned on Tang Yuxin: the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. It’s no wonder their daughter has turned out this way—it’s because of her parents.
She turned around with her cup, standing tall and straight, unbowed by the wind, untouched by the rain. There was nothing in her life that could force her to bow down, nothing at all.
She stood her ground, looking firmly at the girl’s parents, repeating her line.
“I’m not swapping.”
The girl’s parents then turned their attention to the other girls.
“Don’t look at me,” Song Qingtong strolled to her bed and patted it, “I’m sleeping here. But if you want my spot, you can have it. I don’t mind, and you don’t need to pay me anything, I have money.”
Song Qingtong was quite willing to give up her bunk, but she found no difference between the two top bunks. They both required climbing to reach, both were elevated, and both required the same climbing effort, so what was the point?
Ting Yuan too rushed to her bunk, shaking her head fervently, “I am not swapping either. My mum says the feng shui of this spot is lucky for me. If I swap, it won’t be good anymore, so no matter what happens, I won’t swap,” she clung onto her quilt, her eyes wide, as if ready to fight about it.
Lastly, all eyes landed on Lin Yile. She raced to sit next to Tang Yuxin, hugging her arm, her lips pursed, “I don’t want the top bunk either. It’s too high up and I’m scared. I don’t need money either; my family is rich.”
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She looked as if this couple was a pair of bandits who had invaded their space. If they dared to force a swap, she would cry to death then and there.
The couple clearly met an impasse. Of course, they were now helpless against the dormitory girls. It was their own fault for arriving late and not getting the best bunks. It would have been ideal if the others agreed to swap, even if it entailed payment. But their refusal meant the couple couldn’t force a swap.