A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Dormitory

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After Yang An left the training room, he decisively returned to the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chen Shuming and Mo Lei coming out together, both wearing the same uniform and sporting identical number tags on the left side of their clothes.

"What are you two doing..." Yang An asked hesitantly. The two didn't seem to be going out casually; their faces were full of hostility, as if they were heading out to fight.

Chen Shuming was the first to greet, smiling as he said, "'Training Camp' has a special mission to explore the old mountain range, and it just so happens that I'm teamed up with Mo Lei." There was a hint of hostility in his tone when he mentioned teaming up with Mo Lei.

"We might not be in the dormitory for the next few days, so you'll probably be the only one left here," Mo Lei added succinctly.

"Oh, I see," Yang An nodded, stepping aside to make way. "Uh, well, goodbye, and good luck with the special mission."

"Mm, okay, thanks. Goodbye," Chen Shuming continued to smile, waving slightly.

Mo Lei gave a cold nod, "Goodbye."

Yang An watched them leave before slowly walking back to his chair, sitting down, pressing his neck, and letting out a sigh of relief.

It had been a long time since he returned to the dorm so early. Previously, he and Yin Hangruru would practice extra, staying until seven or eight in the evening before heading back to the dorm. Today...

Yang An glanced at his light brain; it was 5:30. Perfect, standard dismissal time.

He stretched his arms, decided to take a shower first, and then go to bed to work on the mechanical chips he had fallen behind on recently.

Bathroom

The steam from the hot water floated in the air like a thin mist, gathering and dissipating under the light. The tall mirror was covered with a layer of fog, with a few droplets sliding down and leaving watermarks.

In the steaming heat, Yang An looked clean and refreshed, his features handsome and well-defined, with his damp bangs hanging over his forehead, giving him a slightly lazy look.

He got dressed, turned off the light, and slowly walked out of the bathroom in the pitch-black room.

Yang An casually raked his hair, lifting his bangs, while Walker, following closely behind, waved its mechanical arm and jumped up several steps.

"Master, I will dry your hair for you," Walker said, rotating its black eyes.

Yang An, who had originally planned to let his hair dry naturally, glanced sideways and made a non-committal sound, tacitly agreeing to Walker's action.

Beep—Walker lifted its mechanical arm, and a metal cover in the palm automatically opened, revealing a small needle-like aperture. A glaring red light shone on Yang An's head, and within three seconds, his still-damp hair was instantly dried.

"All done, Master," Walker said, its black eyes flashing with an inorganic light as its arm slowly retracted.

"Mm, great, thanks, Walker." Yang An relaxed against the pillow at the head of the bed, his brows and eyes relaxing as a sense of inexplicable happiness welled up inside him.

He held a yellowed old book in his hands, his fingertips pinching the page edges as he slowly turned one page after another. A half-finished blue chip lay quietly on the horizontal table in the middle of the bed.