Bro, Don't Study Anymore - Chapter 7

7/05

“Discharge without discharge pay, terrible.” Little Tang sat on a chair, scrolling through videos.

Senior Song was diligently folding his military training uniform beside him.

“The instructor is still here. I can take you to ask him for it.”

Little Tang placed his feet on the chair next to him, facing Senior Song: “I wouldn’t dare. I’d end up getting a hundred push-ups instead of the discharge pay.”

Senior Song let out a short laugh, receiving a reproachful look from Little Tang.

“Let’s see where we can donate the military training uniforms.”

“Someone’s collecting them downstairs.”

Military training ended in the morning, and the donation activity for the uniforms started in the afternoon.

Upon hearing about the 0.5 credit reward, Little Tang and his roommate signed up immediately, hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to the credits.

The roommate had plans with friends for dinner, so he handed over the task of donating their stuff to Little Tang, who naturally passed it on to Senior Song.

Senior Song was quite diligent and responsible.

Freshmen at University A lived in newly built student apartments, luxuriously equipped——elevators in the corridors, air conditioning in the dorms.

Upon hearing this, the sophomores were frustrated, and the juniors were outraged.

Senior Song pressed the elevator button, sighing: “Do sophomore lives not matter?”

Little Tang leaned on him, teasing: “Clearly, they don’t.”

Senior Song freed one hand to pinch Little Tang’s nose.

“Hey, you’re being naughty again.”

Little Tang looked up slightly, eyes sparkling: “Is it my fault? My roommate’s influence.”

Little Tang’s roommate had a catchphrase: “My goodness…”

“Terrible~”

“Clearly not.”

The fluctuating intonation was so infectious that Little Tang unconsciously adopted it as his own catchphrase.

Senior Song mimicked him: “Clearly, they don’t.”

Little Tang provided an on-the-spot lesson: “Clearly, they don’t~”

Senior Song glanced at him, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing more pronounced.

“No acting cute.”

“…”

The uniform donation activity was primarily for freshmen. The Youth Volunteer Association set up the donation tent right under the new dormitory building, making it convenient for everyone to donate.

They had large yellow woven bags, already filled with two big bags piled at the back, with more freshmen donating at the front.

Senior Song led Little Tang over and saw that the volunteer in charge was an acquaintance.

Senior Li saw Senior Song approaching with a younger student, their demeanor affectionate, and his gossip radar flared up.

As they came closer, Senior Li teased: “Yo, Senior Song.”

Senior Song chose to ignore his mischievous grin: “Do we get volunteer hours?”

“Of course, and 0.5 credit too,” Senior Li said while registering their information, not missing a beat, “No free labor here!”

Seeing them chatting, Little Tang tugged at the back of Senior Song’s shirt, signaling him to introduce them.

“Senior Li, the ultimate worker, maxed out volunteer hours last semester.”

“Wow,” Little Tang immediately looked at Senior Li with admiration, “Please mentor me, senior.”

Senior Li laughed proudly but humbly said, “Not at all, not at all. Come to our club’s recruitment in a few days, junior.”

“Join our club, and not only will you max out volunteer hours, but also… what’s your major, junior?”

“Communication Engineering.”

“Communication, nice. Join us, and you’ll ace your C programming final.”

Senior Song couldn’t resist spoiling the fun: “He only got 67 in C programming last semester.”

“……” Terrible review!

Little Tang tried for a long time, getting frustrated.

[Who exactly is taking this elective?]

[Me, of course. 【Adjusting glasses.jpg】]

Senior Song sent a screenshot showing he successfully selected a course, making Little Tang even angrier.

While bombarding Senior Song with memes, Little Tang frantically refreshed the webpage.

“Tang’er, have you logged into the academic affairs office?”

“No,” Little Tang said dejectedly, “got a 404 error again.”

His roommate sighed deeply: “Are the people selecting classes sitting right under the base station?”

After teasing him, Senior Song sensibly offered——

[Give me your academic affairs office password. What course do you want?]

[I’ve been waiting for you to say that.]

In the end, Little Tang chose “College Students’ Mental Health” and “Music Appreciation,” courses that seemed like a breeze.

Little Tang’s Bodyguard: [Satisfied and relieved.]

[Mental health is a hybrid course. You watch videos and do exercises online, and there are only three weeks of offline classes.]

[Good, good. 【Praise.jpg】]

[Can I get a direct exemption for the mental health course?]

Senior Song replied with a Word document titled “Procedure for Exemption from College Students’ Mental Health Course.”

[Wow, there really is one.]

Little Tang opened it happily.

The document was a withdrawal application form for University A.

[【Middle finger.jpg】]

[Guaranteed exemption.]

Little Tang typed with force.

[Four years of college, and one form to exempt everything, right?]

[【Laugh.jpg】]

“…… Laugh my foot.”

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