When Qin Siyang returned to the guesthouse, he immediately told the front desk that none of the rooms on the tenth floor would be rented out anymore.
The current tenants would move out after their rental periods ended, and the rooms would be kept empty.
Qin Siyang counted on his fingers.
"One for me, one for Granny Wen Shu, one for Little Zhao, those three don't bring any money. One for Hu Chan, one for Yu Ziying, those two pay normally. Two are empty, maybe one for Gu Yunxuan, and I'll see about the last one."
"Looking at it this way, even though I have eight rooms, I can only collect rent from four. Feels like a loss."
Even though all the rent money was pure profit he didn't lift a finger for. He still couldn't help feeling a twinge of pain.
Qin Siyang sighed dejectedly, "I was too conservative ripping off that idiot earlier. Should've told that kid Chu Baxing it was one hundred silver coins a day."
After handling everything, Qin Siyang called Chu Baxing to tell him that tomorrow a room would be available for him in the guesthouse.
Without waiting for any reaction, Qin Siyang hung up immediately.
Anyway, there was video of the deal. If this kid dared deny it, he would find a way to ruin his reputation.
———
Dragging his exhausted soul, Qin Siyang returned to his room.
Hu Chan had washed up already and sat obediently on the sofa looking at his phone.
The entire room was spotless, as clean as if someone had just finished tidying it. There weren't even any traces of someone walking inside.
Qin Siyang nodded to himself, 'Hu Chan really had a good sense of boundaries.'
Unlike Li Tianming back then, throwing socks and underwear everywhere.
Qin Siyang flopped on the bed, "I thought you and Yu Ziying would try checking Zhang Yingrui's memories and not come back tonight."
"How could it be that fast? We have to contact reliable people we trust. It'll take a few more days."
"Doesn't matter. Just return the corpse to me exactly the way it was. Oh, and if you find any time sensitive key memories, let me know."
"Mm! I know."
Just then, Qin Siyang's phone rang.
He checked it. It was a message from Wen Shu.
[I heard the door across the hall. Are you back?]
[Yeah. I handled some small things. Just got back.]
[Then rest well.]
[You too.]
Putting his phone away, Qin Siyang got ready to wash up.
Hu Chan asked, "Qin Siyang, I heard you're going to fight a sophomore on the school's combat arena?"
Qin Siyang looked at him, "Holy Son has good intel. Got people investigating that fast?"
Hu Chan held up his phone, "I didn't need to send anyone. The school forum is already flooded with it."
"Flooded? Let me see."
Qin Siyang reached for Hu Chan's phone.
"Why look at my phone? Don't you have the school forum?"
"No."
"..."
"Just one look. I won't check your call logs or messages. Stingy! If it weren't for me, you and Yu Ziying would have been holding hands signing the death registry already!"
Hu Chan took a deep breath.
He suddenly recalled the saying: When you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.
Living in the same room as Qin Siyang meant not only being bullied, but paying to be bullied.
Was he paying rent? No, it was humiliation fees.
"Here, look."
"That's more like it."
Qin Siyang glanced at the top post.
[I'm sophomore Rong Xin. I will be sparring with Qin Siyang on the combat platform in three days. Please be aware.]
Qin Siyang nodded.
'This Rong Xin is pretty cooperative, spreading the word so quickly.'
Then he read the replies.
[Betting open. Wager on the outcome of Qin Siyang vs Rong Xin. Minimum ten bottles of sequence magic potion.]
[I think Qin Siyang is strong, but might not beat Rong Xin. Three reasons.]
[Things you need to know about Qin Siyang and Rong Xin before the match.]
"Good grief. Students at South Glory University are skilled at sh*tposting. Every title makes you want to click."
At that moment, a text popped up: [Brother Holy Son, I haven't seen you in many days. I miss you. When will you come play with me again?]
Before Qin Siyang could even see who sent it, Hu Chan snatched his phone.
Qin Siyang stared, "Holy Son, something's off. Didn't you say you abstain from women?"
Hu Chan's face was cold, "It's a scam message."
"A scam? You think I'm stupid? In the apocalypse someone's running scams? What would they even gain?"
"It's a scam crafted specifically for me. If I reply or show interest, the position of Holy Son becomes shaky."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Qin Siyang half believed him and went to shower.
Hu Chan pressed again, "Qin Siyang, why does Rong Xin want to fight you?"
"What else? He thinks I don't deserve my reputation and wants to test my strength."
After a moment of silence, Hu Chan said, "Why don't you just tell him you killed Snake Faction's Yamamoto Taro one on one?"
Qin Siyang instantly dropped his lazy expression and squinted at him, "How did you know about that?"
"You dragged that body back to school. Not hard to guess."
Qin Siyang sat down next to him, scrutinizing him, "Plenty of people know I killed him, but very few know who he really was. His corpse was armored and masked."
"So how did you know?"
"Because I've seen him before. That short, stout build is recognizable at a glance."
"You've seen Yamamoto Taro?"
"Yes. Someone once hired him to kill me."
"Oh? And he didn't succeed?"
Hu Chan rolled his eyes, "Isn't that nonsense? If he had, how would I be sitting here talking to you?"
"How did you escape?"
"Why can't I have beaten him fair and square?"
Qin Siyang snorted.
When Yamamoto Taro and his brother Yamamoto Jiro hunted him together, he almost died several times. And Hu Chan beat them?
"Drop the bragging. I know exactly how strong you are. Just tell me how you escaped."
"I ran when he wasn't paying attention."
["Lie."]
"..."
Qin Siyang put the bird aside.
"Hurry and tell the truth."
"Why do you have to ask this?"
"Because I want to know if there's a way to counter his abilities. If I meet another enemy with the same sequence, I want another winning method."
Hu Chan's expression shifted before he reluctantly said, "I disguised myself as someone else. He didn't even notice I was there."
["Lie."]
"I disguised myself as a golden retriever, all right?"
["Truth."]
"Why did you choose a golden retriever and not a husky?"
"In District 8 the upper class mostly keeps golden retrievers, and their fur is more... Why do you ask so much! What does this have to do with you?"
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