Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1268 - Capítulo 1268: 1253: Exposed

Capítulo 1268: Chapter 1253: Exposed

“Blue ball.5.”

Ye Yinyin said.

Song Yun noted down what Ye Yinyin said. He just had to wait until tomorrow to see what number was drawn in the double-color ball’s blue sphere. If it wasn’t this, Song Yun would have a good chat with the other party and maybe turn the tables, not to mention that Song Yun placed significant importance on this matter, perhaps because the other party was a beauty.

After another over ten minutes, Song Yun followed Ye Yinyin to the previous laboratory building, and then she led him to the seventh floor.

All the classrooms on the seventh floor were closed, and from the looks of it, no one seemed to have been up here for classes in a long time, giving a historical vibe.

At one of the doors, Ye Yinyin took a key out of her pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside.

Song Yun followed closely behind.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Yun was momentarily stunned.

Originally, he thought that this would probably be a classroom converted into a room. Unexpectedly, this so-called PhD dormitory was exactly like a suite where other people lived outside, complete with a sofa, TV, coffee table, and kitchen.

“You will stay here,” Ye Yinyin said.

“This… this environment is really nice.” Song Yun said, looking at the surrounding furniture. “The treatment for PhD students here is quite good.”

“Your room is the innermost one.”

Ye Yinyin pointed to a door at the far end and said, “That room is unoccupied, everything is there. Someone will come up to clean later. You can stay there tonight.”

“What about this outside one?” Song Yun pointed to a door near the exterior and said, “I want to stay in this outside room.”

“This one is mine.”

Ye Yinyin walked over to the water dispenser and poured a cup of water.

“Yours?”

Song Yun looked at Ye Yinyin in surprise. “You also live here.”

“The power will cut off at seven in the evening. Then you can go outside to switch the breaker back on,” Ye Yinyin continued, ignoring Song Yun’s words as she walked to the door and said, “You can get a duplicate of the key yourself.”

“Where are you going?” Song Yun asked.

“I…”

Ye Yinyin stood at the door, looking at Song Yun in the room. After about three seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, “What’s your name again?”

Song Yun conceded defeat to Ye Yinyin for the Nth time.

For a woman like Ye Yinyin, Song Yun no longer harbored any unrealistic fantasies. Such a woman could be considered a rare talent across the ages. Song Yun guessed that only Qingluan could rival her, and as for the woman in his villa, there was still a gap compared to Ye Yinyin.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that Ye Yinyin is better than the woman in the villa, but rather, Ye Yinyin’s character and abilities far exceeded Song Yun’s comprehension, her thinking was so erratic that Song Yun couldn’t keep up.

Song Yun felt that such a woman could not be tamed by ordinary humans.

After asking the question, Ye Yinyin went downstairs without even waiting for Song Yun’s answer, as if she asked it merely for the sake of asking, with no intention to learn the answer.

Why do normal people ask questions? Because they have inquiries or doubts, they need someone to clarify for them. But when Ye Yinyin asked questions, it was like saying hello.

Song Yun had mentioned his name countless times, but it seemed his words to Ye Yinyin were like air.

According to Song Yun’s disposition, if any random woman dared to treat him this way, Song Yun might have either directly forced his way, or simply ignored them, regardless of their peculiarities, considering them unrelated to him. However, Ye Yinyin managed to catch his attention, compelling Song Yun to overlook her various discourteous actions towards him.

This woman deserved to be called a scourge.

As Song Yun pondered over a woman like Ye Yinyin, he walked into his own room.

The room was neither too large nor too small, over ten square meters, complete with bedding and even a computer.

Song Yun looked around the room with some appreciation. This will be the place where he’ll stay for the next two to three months, and apparently, the suite only housed two people: one was Ye Yinyin, and the other was him.

Song Yun suddenly felt a bit of anticipation. He didn’t expect anything to evolve with Ye Yinyin. Frankly, Song Yun felt he already had enough women and didn’t need to bother or provoke others. What Song Yun looked forward to was what other stunning performances Ye Yinyin would bring him in the coming days.

The current Ye Yinyin gave Song Yun too many surprises. It was like Song Yun was looking at something novel, full of various curiosities about her.

After simply organizing and tidying up the room, it was already getting dark.

The rain outside didn’t seem to let up, hitting the windows with a crackling sound.

Song Yun decided to lie on the bed and read a book. Before he knew it, it was already midnight. He walked out of his room to look at Ye Yinyin’s door. The light inside was dark; she hadn’t returned.

Just as Song Yun was puzzled about whether Ye Yinyin was doing experiments for hours, the dormitory door opened.

Ye Yinyin walked in with a calm face from outside.

Song Yun nodded at her, and as expected, he was ignored by Ye Yinyin.

Ye Yinyin went straight into her room; Song Yun didn’t mind, he picked up a cup and poured a glass of water to drink, and then turned back towards his own room.

Just then, Ye Yinyin appeared in front of Song Yun, holding a silver object in her hand.

“Do me a favor.”

Ye Yinyin spoke, handing over the silver object to Song Yun.

Song Yun did not refuse, took the object, squeezed it, and found it a bit hard, similar to tinfoil.

“I need to cut this into pieces, hold it for me, would you?”

Ye Yinyin said, picking up a pair of scissors.

Song Yun placed his cup aside, held onto the silver object, and spread it out, saying, “Hurry up.”

Ye Yinyin nodded and began cutting into the silver object with the scissors.

Soon, the tinfoil-like object was cut into many pieces.

Just then, a thud sounded from downstairs.

Song Yun’s hand moved reflexively, leading his finger to end up near Ye Yinyin’s scissors. Right then, Ye Yinyin exerted strength and cut downwards.

If the scissors made contact, a normal person’s finger might get cut.

As the scissors touched his finger, Song Yun reflexively hardened his finger.

The scissors let out a ‘snap’ sound and stopped.