Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Who is Mosaic in Chapter 275?

Nanjing University Forum (Nanda Bar) is the only online community for Nanjing University.

In this era, there are no confession walls, no campus markets, and no short video platforms.

Students flock here to vent, gossip, find fellow villagers, or buy and sell secondhand goods.

There aren't many new posts each day, but each one can build up to a huge thread, since everyone has plenty of free time.

The hottest post tonight is the one posted by Chen Qiao.

In the photo, Shen Yan's profile is perfectly illuminated by the streetlights, as if God had specially lit up his face.

The comment section has already been filled with hundreds of posts, and it's still going up.

First floor: "Holy crap, who's this? Nanjing University has guys this handsome?"

Second floor: "A freshman, right? You look unfamiliar."

Third floor: "His profile is amazing! That nose, that jawline, ladies, I'm going to go for it first."

……

Seventh floor: "You're all looking at the handsome guy, but am I the only one who noticed that the two people next to him are blurred out?"

Eighth floor: "Hahaha, I saw it too, it's hilarious, the mosaic makes it look like a criminal suspect."

Ninth floor: "The one on the far right that isn't blurred is also nice. Although I can't see her face clearly, she seems to have a good temperament."

10th floor: "+1, those who walk quietly on the far side are often the ones who are the most capable."

Eleventh Floor: "If you all choose that handsome guy, then I'll take the other one."

12th Floor: "Dream on, upstairs. I hugged her first."

The comments section went off-topic, starting with discussions about Shen Yan's appearance and then veerging towards the mosaic-covered brothers, Zhang Yang and Liu Yu.

Then look at the one on the far right, whose face you can't see clearly, Song Huan.

Occasionally, a few boys would reply sourly, "It's just so-so."

As a result, he was immediately attacked by the crowd: "If you're so good, then you do it!" "Post a selfie and let's see!" "Sour chicken jumping up and down."

……

Song Huan was awakened by a burst of angry roars.

"Holy crap!"

The sound came from the lower bunk, sharp and bright.

Then came the sound of slippers stomping on the floor, pattering, followed by the sound of a chair being bumped and creaking.

Song Huan opened her eyes with difficulty.

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling were off, and the curtains were drawn, but light was already seeping in through the gaps, making it bright and dazzling.

He had a headache, an upset stomach, and a bitter taste in his mouth, like he had a mouthful of stale beer.

"Why should I?!"

Zhang Yang's voice rang out again.

Song Huan rolled over, unable to open her eyes, and looked down blankly.

"Why is Shen Yan voted the most handsome guy at Nanjing University, while I'm censored with mosaics?"

Zhang Yang stood in the middle of the dormitory, holding up his phone with the screen lit up, his face full of grief and indignation.

Her hair was sticking up, and her eyes were a little swollen; she clearly hadn't recovered from a hangover.

Liu Yu also sat up in bed, pushed up his glasses, picked up his phone, and opened the Nanjing University forum.

Then his expression changed.

"My face was also blurred out."

His voice was flat, but every word carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

Shen Yan was already awake, leaning against the headboard with her legs crossed, holding her phone in her hand.

He glanced at the screen, his lips twitched, and he tried to suppress it, but couldn't.

My shoulders started shaking, one tremor after another, like they were powered by a motor.

Zhang Yang immediately turned his head and stared at him, his gaze piercing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Shen Yan put down his phone, trying to keep his expression calm, but his shoulders were still shaking. "No, I wasn't laughing. I was just thinking about something happy."

"You're laughing!"

Zhang Yang rushed over and snatched Shen Yan's phone.

On the screen, the post has already reached over two hundred replies, and the number of comments is still rising.

He flipped through the pages, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Liu Yu also came over, and the two of them touched heads, like two hamsters who had discovered that the granary had been emptied.

"Look at this," Zhang Yang said, his voice trembling as he pointed to a comment, "Are the two people next to me criminal suspects? Why are they blurred out?"

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses and pointed to another one, "This one is even worse. The mosaic is done in a very clever way, highlighting the main subject."

Zhang Yang continued scrolling down, stopping at one of the results.

"There's one more. The guy next to him who isn't censored looks pretty good. Does anyone know who he is?"

He raised his head, and together with Shen Yan and Liu Yu, turned to look at Song Huan's bed.

Song Huan pulled the blanket over her head, preparing to continue sleeping.

"Song Huan!" Zhang Yang rushed over and yanked off his blanket. "You were photographed too! And your picture wasn't blurred!"

Song Huan sat up helplessly, her hair sticking up and her eyes squinting.

I took the phone, and in the photo on the screen, four people were walking on the school path.

Shen Yan's profile was exceptionally clear under the streetlights, while Zhang Yang and Liu Yu's faces were blurred into a mosaic, like two censored witnesses.

I walked on the very edge, hands in my pockets, head down.

The streetlights only illuminated half of his face, leaving the other half in darkness, obscuring his expression, though his outline was still visible.

Song Huan's lips twitched.

Goodness, this trivial matter has been blown up into a multi-story building. Has the world entered an era of great repression?

This is a good thing!

He handed the phone back to Zhang Yang and was about to go back to sleep.

Zhang Yang grabbed his shoulder and said, "Wait, look at this comment."

He pointed at the screen and read out each word clearly, "'If you all choose him, then I'll take the other boy.'"

He looked up at Song Huan, his expression shifting from grief and indignation to schadenfreude. "Song Huan, you're famous now too."

Song Huan paused for a moment, then picked up her phone and glanced at it. There was indeed such a message, with the ID "Nanjiang Sweetheart" and a strawberry as the profile picture.

He handed the phone back to Zhang Yang expressionlessly. "Crazy."

Then I lay down and pulled the blanket over my head.

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu exchanged a glance.

"Is he faking it?"

"He's definitely faking it."

He's probably secretly delighted.

"that is."

The two whispered amongst themselves, their voices low, but the dormitory was so small that Song Huan could hear them all.

He rolled over and faced the wall.

Actually, I was a little bit proud, but just a little bit.

My phone suddenly rang.

It wasn't a message notification; it was a phone call.

The ringing was particularly jarring in the quiet dormitory. Zhang Yang and Liu Yu both shut up and turned to look at each other.

Song Huan pulled her phone out from under her pillow. The screen displayed three words: Xiao Yunqing.

He paused for a moment, then sat up and answered the call.

"Feed?"

Where are you?

Xiao Yunqing's voice came through the microphone, crisp and clear, with a hint of excitement.

Song Huan's head was still spinning, and she didn't react for a moment. "What? Where are we?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then, raising her voice by half an octave, she said, "Didn't you say you were coming to Tokyo University to see me today? I've been waiting for you for ages."

Song Huan finally realized what was going on.

We made an appointment yesterday.

I went to Southeast University to see her today and brought her some things for her military training.

I drank too much last night and forgot everything.

"I..." He opened his mouth, "I'm almost at the door."

Xiao Yunqing asked anxiously, "Which gate? I'm coming now. The south gate or...?"

"My dorm room door."

There was silence on the other end.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her voice, with a tone that said, "I knew it all along."

"Have you forgotten?"

Song Huan held her phone, her palms sweating. "No, how could that be? I just... overslept."

"Did you oversleep?"

"Yes, I went to bed late last night."

"What time did you go to sleep?"

"It'll be around midnight..."

"Really?"

"Really, really."

Xiao Yunqing snorted and remained silent.

Song Huan quickly jumped off the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor, which made him wince. "I'm leaving now, I'll be there in half an hour."

"Half an hour?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes! I'll be there in fifteen minutes!"

Finally, a very soft laugh came from the other end, a soft hum.

"Alright, alright, take your time, don't run, be careful, I'll wait for you at the south gate."

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, you wait here, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up and found that all three people were staring at him.

Zhang Yang lay on the edge of the bed, Liu Yu sat on the bedside, and Shen Yan leaned against the headboard.

Three pairs of eyes shone on him like searchlights.

Zhang Yang spoke first, his voice filled with the excitement of "I've finally caught you."

"Song Huan, I just heard you mention Donghai University... Is your girlfriend from Donghai University?"

Song Huan was taken aback. "What girlfriend?"

Zhang Yang jumped off the bed and walked up to him. "You said it yourself yesterday, you've had several girlfriends."

Liu Yu also leaned over, pushed up his glasses, and said, "Yes, we all heard it."

Shen Yan didn't speak, but his gaze shifted from the phone screen to Song Huan, his face showing an expression that said, "I'm listening."

Song Huan looked at the three people and cursed inwardly.

Wine and women lead to ruin!

Effective immediately, I will abstain from alcohol!

He waved his hand, his face showing an expression that said, "You're overthinking it."

"Just kidding, I don't have a girlfriend. Being single is great, so free and easy."

Zhang Yang didn't believe it. "Really?"

"real."

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses. "Was the person who called you a woman? Why did you go to Dongda University to look for her?"

Song Huan paused for a moment.

He put his feet into his shoes and tied the shoelaces.

"That's my childhood friend."

He stood up, patted his pants, and said, "We grew up together. Her parents asked me to bring some things over."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, his expression clearly saying, "I don't believe you for a second."

"Childhood friend?"

"Yes, childhood friend."

"Childhood sweethearts?"

Song Huan didn't reply, but picked up the black plastic bag on the table and checked it again.

Sunscreen, mosquito repellent, band-aids, and several packs of sanitary napkins.

Zhang Yang looked at the bulging bag, then at Song Huan, and asked, "You're bringing sanitary napkins for your childhood friend?"

Song Huan paused again.

He tied the bag shut, looked up, his face expressionless. "This is for her as insoles. Her military training shoes are hard, and these will make them more comfortable."

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu exchanged a glance, their expressions remarkably identical.

I don't believe you for a second!

Shen Yan leaned against the headboard and finally spoke, his voice slow and deliberate, "Song Huan, the way you talk to girls is always different."

Song Huan turned to look at him. "What was that tone?"

Shen Yan thought for a moment, "Talking to my roommates is like doing business. Talking to girls is like coaxing a child."

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu nodded simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, like two chickens pecking at rice.

Looking at the three of them, Song Huan knew that further explanation was useless, so she said, "If you also want to be my child, you can call me Dad. I don't mind."

He slung the bag over his shoulder and turned to leave.

"Let's go!"