These past few days, Henry Grant and the exoskeleton seat on him have become the stars of the school. Many people now know that this chubby guy is walking around with a set of “Gundam” armor for fun. Henry Grant has been too busy to explain, which has led to all sorts of amusing rumors.

Some people speculate that the chubby guy has a fracture and is using the frame for support; others guess that he has muscle atrophy in his lower limbs and needs assistance. In short, all kinds of rumors are making the students in the Precision Instruments Class of 2002, who know the truth, laugh themselves silly.

“Fatty, today someone said you might have polio, so you need the frame to walk normally.” In the evening, the chubby guy was shirtless, playing cards and chatting with a few buddies in the dorm, when Boss tossed out a card and teased Henry Grant with a laugh.

“Sigh, people can say whatever they want—it’s their mouths!” Henry Grant had already given up on explaining. Let them say what they want!

“Excuse me, does Henry Grant from Instrumentation Class 21 live in this dorm?” The group was in the middle of playing cards and bragging when a gentle knock and a very pleasant voice suddenly came from the doorway.

It was early September, still hot, so the dorm door wasn’t even closed. Everyone turned their heads at the sound, and their eyes lit up.

At the dorm entrance stood a tall, graceful beauty, her face adorned with an indescribably beautiful smile, looking at the five shirtless guys inside the dorm.

Chapter 0015: The Enchanting Senior (Part 1)

The beauty at the door was simply stunning. All five guys in room 106 were dumbstruck, and for a moment, an odd silence filled the dorm.

It wasn’t just room 106; in fact, almost the entire first-floor hallway fell silent. Everyone who saw this beauty was awestruck by her looks.

Yes, awestruck—not just attracted. Because this beauty’s aura was simply overwhelming.

A simple high ponytail, a reddish-brown tight T-shirt showing off a playful, slim waist, denim shorts below, long legs wrapped in black stockings, and a pair of cute open-toed sandals—youthful, fashionable, and breathtakingly gorgeous.

If that were all, it would already be impressive. But the thing is, the beauty stood at least 1.79 meters tall, and with at least seven-centimeter heels, there were probably fewer than five people in the whole hallway taller than her.

Building 11 is a boys’ dorm, but before lights out, girls aren’t strictly forbidden from coming and going. Still, in a student dorm, it’s all young men, and expecting them to dress neatly in this weather is clearly impossible.

A bunch of shirtless guys wandering the hallway suddenly saw a stunningly beautiful, well-dressed, and elegant woman walk by—what more could they say?

Especially since most of them had to look up just to meet the eyes of this commanding beauty, these bookish guys from Shuimu University instinctively lowered their heads and shut their mouths. Wherever the beauty passed, silence followed.

The first to react was Boss, who jumped up so fast he didn’t even notice the chair falling over behind him, and hurriedly answered the beauty at the door, “Yes, that’s right, Henry Grant lives here!”

After speaking, he quickly tugged Henry Grant, then grabbed a T-shirt from Henry Grant’s bed and threw it over to him. The others also scrambled to their feet, each grabbing a shirt to put on.

“Hello, senior!” Once everyone had hastily pulled on their T-shirts, William Clark, who had some dating experience, finally spoke to the beauty at the door: “Please come in and have a seat, senior.”

A strong sense of fashion is rare on the Shuimu University campus, but the beauty at the door was indeed their senior. However, except for William Clark, the others just couldn’t bring themselves to call her “senior.” The reason? This fashionable, tall, beautiful, and commanding woman was actually a year younger than the youngest in the dorm, Henry Grant.

You don’t know how extraordinary the people inside Shuimu are until you’re here.

Henry Grant is an academic underachiever now, but in high school, he was a top student, dominating all three years and entering Shuimu University with the highest score in the city. It was only after starting college that he gradually slacked off and became a “slacker.”

The dorm’s Boss was the provincial top scorer back then. In freshman year, he was placed directly into the highest-level English class based on his grades. With a thick Oxford English-Chinese dictionary, you could name any page and he could recite every word from the first to the last. He scored full marks on the TOEFL in his junior year, and even when he “messed up” the GRE in his senior year, he was only four points shy of a perfect 2400. He’s never ranked below the top three in his major, and Stanford has already sent him an offer—he’ll be heading to the US for grad school next September.

But even with all that, Boss never seemed to work that hard—he exercised, skipped classes, played games, and played cards, never missing out on anything, making Henry Grant drool with envy.

Second Brother’s college entrance exam scores were average, but by junior year, thanks to his excellent grades, he’d already joined the national key lab of the Precision Instruments Department in the main building. Henry Grant amazed everyone by finishing his graduation project within a week of starting his fifth year, but Second Brother had already completed his thesis last year and is now working with his PhD advisor, guaranteed a direct path to a doctorate.

……

There are just too many outstanding people—just in Henry Grant’s class, you could count at least a dozen. But compared to the senior in front of them, even these top students seemed like small fry, a notch below Boss.