But just at that moment, as he passed behind Old Wright's chair, he happened to catch sight of the open textbook on the desk, along with the densely packed notes, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"You’re reading this chapter too?"

However, what Yvonne Harris didn’t expect was that he had just asked casually, but Samuel Wright reacted as if he’d been caught stealing, quickly snapping the book shut.

"Haha, I was just flipping through it, didn’t do any previewing, really didn’t… You’re at this part too?"

Yvonne Harris was about to laugh and say he’d already finished it, but suddenly noticed something in his expression.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said,

"Ah, don’t mention it, I just flipped through it and then started playing on the computer."

Which wasn’t wrong—he really had just skimmed it, and then started making games.

As for why he didn’t just tell the truth…

He always felt that if he really told the truth—that he’d finished the whole book in the morning—this guy probably wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.

Sure enough, as soon as Old Wright heard he hadn’t read the book, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became much more genuine.

"The school library has internet? That’s awesome! Let’s pull an all-nighter gaming together sometime!"

"Haha, definitely next time… By the way, where’s the class monitor? Still moving books at the girls’ dorm?"

Samuel Wright laughed and said, "Nah, he finished a while ago. He went to the student council interview. Said there’s an old friend there who’s like a big brother to him, already gave him a heads-up over the summer, so he’s just going through the motions."

"Tsk."

Sitting to the side tuning his guitar, Brian Cooper curled his lips and muttered a faint "boring" to himself.

People, huh.

Why does everyone wear a mask?

Those empty honors and interests—clearly, you’re born with nothing and you die with nothing.

He absentmindedly strummed the strings, cleared his throat, and started humming a little tune that was messy and chaotic.

Without any hesitation, Yvonne Harris grabbed his washbasin, soap, and towel, and dashed into the bathroom at lightning speed.

The sound of water pattered down.

He knew that if he was even half a second slower, his ears would be contaminated…

……

Next door, in dorm 402.

Henry Baker, who was flipping through his math book, frowned and pushed up his glasses with his index finger.

Before he could complain, someone else said exactly what he was thinking.

"Damn, what the hell is he singing? Someone shut him up!"

"Probably Brian Cooper from 401, right?" The chubby William Carter took off his headphones with a pained expression, leaned back in his chair and stretched, making the chair creak.

"Seems like he’s the only one who brought a guitar."

He’d just been editing a video, but the howl from next door completely broke his train of thought.

The first to roar, George Foster, roughly rubbed his curly hair, and paced around the dorm like a rampaging baboon, on the verge of a breakdown.

"Argh, it’s so awful!"

Even though he talked big about shutting him up, with his skinny frame, he clearly didn’t have the guts to actually go over and confront him.

Besides, they were all classmates, always running into each other, and since it wasn’t like someone was disturbing people’s sleep, it’d be awkward to go over and complain.

Editing was impossible now; today’s update would probably have to be postponed.

William Carter sighed, pushed his chair back, and stood up to stretch his arms.

Lying on the bed reading, Henry Baker glanced down and, after thinking for a moment, said,

"Brother Jack, you know Brian Cooper well—why don’t you go talk to him?"

In dorm 402, only Jack Thompson played basketball, and he was the only one who was good friends with the poker-faced guy next door, so he could at least exchange a few words.

Plus, at 185cm, he looked pretty imposing.

No way they’d send chubby William Carter or skinny George Foster over, right?

Of course, he himself would never go.

That’d be even more trouble than turning off the lights…

"Don’t bother me… Let me finish this game first."

Very unusually, today Jack Thompson didn’t complain about his buddy’s singing, but instead seemed glued to his computer screen.

Out of curiosity, William Carter leaned over for a look, and immediately had the expression of someone discovering a new continent.

"Huh? Old Thompson didn’t run a dungeon today? Where’s your CP? Not nagging you to log in?"

"Don’t bug me…"

Jack Thompson was staring intently at the screen, occasionally pressing the arrow keys.

After watching for a while and still not understanding what he was playing, William Carter couldn’t help but ask,

"Since when were you bored enough to play mini-games?"

"Just finished a dungeon, taking a break, so I browsed the Dianqu platform, tried the demo and thought it was okay, so I bought it."

"Big spender."

"Big spender my ass, found it in the indie games section, only cost one yuan," Jack Thompson muttered, "I’m telling you, this game is addictive."

William Carter stroked his chin. "Looks pretty average to me."

As a Bilibili gaming channel uploader, even though he only had a handful of fans, he was very picky about games—even a national-level RPG like "Oracle" didn’t impress him.

When it came to a game, he’d evaluate it from multiple angles: creativity, gameplay, graphics, story, and then give an overall score.