In 1999, Fang Mu was 21 years old and a third-year student at a normal university in City C.

On a chilly autumn night, the weather had already turned cold. Fallen leaves were visible everywhere, and the wind blew fiercely from time to time. Students who had finished self-study and were returning to their dormitories walked with their necks tucked in, loudly chatting and laughing.

Dormitory 2 was a male dormitory, and it was also the most dilapidated one in the university. It was said to have been built during the Anti-Japanese War by the Japanese, and the quality of Japanese things was always top-notch. For more than fifty years, this old building had stood silently on campus, still sturdy despite being a bit damp. And the dampness wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Previous graduating students joked that this building would never catch fire, not even if someone intentionally set it ablaze. Although old, in the eyes of the male students living in the dormitory, it was an irreplaceable place. Why? Because whenever the school came to inspect hygiene, they would never bring the inspection team to this building. The male students were also happy about this. In this building, filled with trash, beer bottles, and mice, a group of carefree male students lived happily.

Before the lights went out at 11:30 p.m., Dormitory 2 was the liveliest. Everyone wore slippers, carried towels, and held basins as they shuttled between the public restroom and their dormitories. The corridor smelled of smoke and was filled with cheerful profanity that could be heard everywhere. Occasionally, someone would grab someone else's crotch while they were washing their face, leading to loud laughter and curses.

In Room 352, a boy was vigorously drying his hair with a towel. Suddenly, he brought the towel to his nose and sniffed it. "Damn, why does my towel smell like pickles?" Another boy in the room, who was eating instant noodles at the table, burst into laughter. "Haha, it seems like Lao Si used your towel to wipe his feet this afternoon," he swallowed a mouthful of noodles, "he had just finished playing soccer." The boy slapped the towel back into the basin, opened the door, and shouted towards the restroom, "Zhu Lao Si, are you a pig?" The room burst into laughter, and a few seconds later, a chubby guy with a toothbrush in his mouth rushed in. "Who is it?" The boy shook the towel in his hand without saying a word. The chubby guy smiled awkwardly, "Heh heh, Liu Di, sorry about that." The boy said, "Just sorry won't fix it. I've already washed my hair white, and it smells like pickles." "Well, that's perfect. Lao Er is eating instant noodles, so why don't you rinse your towel in his bowl? That way, he'll have pickles too." "You fat bastard!" The boy rushed towards him as if he was going to hit him. Zhu Lao Si laughed and dodged, "Don't blame me, your towel looks just like mine." "Damn it, my towel is blue, yours used to be white!" The room burst into laughter again.

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Liu Li scratched his head and brought his hand to his nose to sniff. "Damn it, let's forget about it for now," he said, dismissing the issue. He threw off his slippers and climbed into bed. Some people in the room continued reading, while others continued listening to music, quietly waiting for the lights to go out. At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a small boy entered, holding a stainless steel food tray in his hand. He headed straight for the thermos flask placed under the window. He picked one up, shook it, empty. He picked up another one, still empty. "Damn, how lazy is your dormitory? There's no hot water. Hurry up and get me two pots, no, make it two pots. I want to soak my feet after finishing my noodles!" Liu Li smiled and said to him, "I have hot water here." The small boy immediately came over, and Liu Li lifted the blanket. "It's just not very hot, around 36.8 degrees. Do you want some?" The small boy quickly approached, and Liu Li lifted him up and pressed him onto the bed. "Inappropriate!" The small boy yelled exaggeratedly. Several other people in the room also rushed over to playfully wrestle with him. The small boy begged repeatedly, "Stop, or I'll poop myself!" Liu Li hurriedly said, "Stop it, I have to sleep in this bed tonight." The others let go of the small boy, and he climbed up, saying, "Damn it, I can't even finish my noodles. I have to go poop. Fang Mu, give me some toilet paper." Liu Li said, "Damn it, Zhou Jun, don't you have any toilet paper?" He reached out and grabbed