Lu Luo held his breath and continued to walk forward. His dormitory number was 6-6-20, which meant he was in dormitory number 6, in the middle position of the sixth row.
After finding his bed, Lu Luo breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about how he had to live here for the next two years, he suddenly felt a wave of desolation.
"This kind of life is a bit too cruel!"
As Lu Luo was arranging his things, a guy from bed number 19 suddenly came over, reeking of alcohol, and belched a garlic-scented burp right in Lu Luo's face.
"Bro, got a smoke? I'm out and could use a few," the man said. He then reached out to grab Lu Luo's clothes, but Lu Luo easily dodged and pushed him back with a single finger against his forehead.
"Sorry, I don't smoke."
After being pushed away, the drunkard sized Lu Luo up. Seemingly realizing that Lu Luo, who could repel him with a single finger, wasn't easy to deal with, he suddenly became apologetic.
