or was he outgoing.
For him, Allen was just a stranger he had just met.

Perhaps next time when the system selects a task taker, it should add an item for outstanding acting skills.
Zheng Wei silently complained in his heart.

“Hey, Zheng, do you have something hidden in your room?” At this moment, a blonde head popped up behind him.

“Come on, bro, spill the beans.” The blonde-haired person blinked at Zheng Wei, looking mischievous.

[Martin, 20 years old, 6 feet 1 inch tall, 220 pounds, a freshman in K Photography Department, and the captain of the school’s football team.]

Martin was a handsome blonde, the charming “bad boy” type that every high school had.
He was outgoing and sociable, the kind of party star who never let the conversation run dry.

“Good morning, Martin.” Martin’s appearance broke the awkwardness, and Zheng Wei greeted him before making an excuse to leave.

“You guys go to the car first, I’ll go get the luggage and join you in a bit.” After speaking, Zheng Wei hurriedly walked into the room.

“Let me help you!” Martin shouted and wanted to follow him in, but he was stopped by Allen.

“Don’t  you think something’s off with Zheng today?” Allen asked Martin in a low voice, while his eyes looked towards the room.

“What’s wrong with him?” Martin didn’t feel anything.
“Isn’t Zheng always like this? It’s called Oriental restraint, right?”

“No, it’s different.” Allen shook his head and furrowed his brows.
He carefully recalled Zheng Wei’s appearance in his memory but found that there was only a symbol with labels in his mind.

“Don’t overthink it, my bro.” Martin slapped Allen’s shoulder in a carefree manner.

“Maybe he just broke up, maybe something happened, or maybe he’s just not feeling well.
Don’t think too much.
If you’re really worried, you can talk to him when we get there.”

Martin’s words made sense, so Allen had to temporarily set aside his doubts.

Zheng Wei was unaware that Allen and Martin were discussing him.
He walked into the bedroom, quickly changed his clothes, picked up his luggage, and grabbed the metal whistle that he had packed last night.

This was a reward that the system had mentioned, a gathering whistle that could call for companions.
The gray rope and silver body of the whistle looked no different from an ordinary whistle.

Zheng Wei looked at the whistle lying in his palm, thought for a moment, and hung it around his neck.

He put the whistle inside his T-shirt and covered it with his clothes.
The cold whistle was tightly pressed against his chest, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Zheng Wei didn’t have much luggage, just a travel bag.
He walked out carrying his bag and found Martin and Allen still standing at the door.

“You don’t have to wait for me here.
You can go ahead,” Zheng Wei tried to play the role of a good friend, although it wasn’t very successful.

“What are you talking about? We would never leave a friend behind,” Martin put his arm around Zheng Wei’s shoulder and gave him a firm pat on the back. 

Then he turned to look at Allen and winked, “Right, Allen?”

“Yes, yes,” Allen looked at Martin and shook his head helplessly, “Let’s hurry up, the ladies must be getting impatient.”

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