Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

"Who is that guy, and why did he get out of the president's car?"

"You don't know him? He's our school's 'Crispy College Student,' Brother Wu."

"Is he the one who was so frightened by the instructor that he had to be taken for emergency aid? He's worthy of being called 'brother'?"

"You obviously haven't been battered by society to know how formidable Brother Wu really is."

Listening to the surrounding chatter, Wu Bin felt indifferent.

Having lived two lifetimes, he still possessed such composure.

Pushing open the dorm door, Wu Bin spread his arms and shouted with a laugh,

"Sons, daddy's back!"

Wu Bin had thought he would be met with enthusiastic hugs, but instead, the other three roommates were intensely gaming in front of their computers.

The photographer following him hadn't expected Wu Bin to greet his roommates in such a manner, and felt a bit awkward.

Netizens, however, really liked Wu Bin's authenticity and all started laughing.

"You can tell that Wu Bin has a good relationship with his roommates."

"Indeed, the best male dorm atmosphere is when everyone wants to be the other's dad."

"Could they eat hotpot together and face penalties if they didn't get along? Moreover, it was Wu Bin who initiated the hotpot, which is quite impressive."

Seeing that the three roommates had no response, Wu Bin felt somewhat dissatisfied.

He walked over and hooked one of their necks.

"Song Bing, what are you playing so intently?"

Song Bing was very impatient.

"Don't bother me, we're having a civil war with the dorm next door."

Wu Bin took a closer look and realized it was true.

They had started a custom league match and were playing five-on-five.

Wu Bin immediately became interested.

He had also enjoyed playing this game back in the day and had even been the top king.

"You guys can't play like this, you're going to lose."

Wu Bin had only glanced briefly, but he knew the situation in their dorm wasn't promising.

Song Bing and his two teammates were covering the jungle and bottom lane, playing with enough unity, but their individual skill levels were lacking.

The opposing jungler was clearly a pro, having firmly controlled the rhythm.

"Fall back, the enemy jungler is coming."

Wu Bin directed from the side, but Song Bing, already head deep in the game, wanted to farm two more minions before leaving.

That slight greed delayed him by two seconds.

The opposing champion charged over and kicked Song Bing to death with one move.

Song Bing looked at Wu Bin in surprise.

"Wow, Old Wu, I had no vision there, how did you know the jungler was coming?"

Wu Bin curled his lip,

"He had just cleared the dragon, who else would he go for if not you?"

Song Bing's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly stood up to let Wu Bin take over for him.

"Brother Wu, Wu Dad, foster father!"

"Come help us turn the tables, we've already lost two games in a row!"

Wu Bin folded his arms and smiled, "I won't play, I'm a mature man, I don't play games."

Song Bing suddenly became anxious.

"Stop bullshitting here, with your awareness just now, aren't you still playing?"

"Brother Wu, this isn't just about winning or losing a game, it's about the face of our entire dorm."

"Hmm? What do you mean, explain in detail."

Song Bing hurriedly explained, "You were the one that the instructor yelled into the hospital, weren't you?"

"Since then, you've become famous in our school."

"Especially when that post about the incident went online, a lot of people were saying you're a disgrace to all the first-year male students, calling you a weenie, the modern-day Lin Daiyu, a sissy..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Seeing that Song Bing was getting carried away, Wu Bin quickly interrupted him.

"Why do I feel like these are actually your true feelings, and you've been wanting to cuss me out like this for a long time?"

Song Bing suddenly turned serious and hurriedly said, "Not at all, Wu bro, you've got me all wrong. My loyalty to you is clear as day and night!"

"Cut the crap, let's get to the point!"

Song Bing hurriedly steered the conversation back on track.

"Originally, the matter would have ended there. It's normal for some people to look down on you, especially since you were indeed a bit fragile."

"But then you just had to go and get poisoned by Shang Lu and end up in the hospital, and now it's a disaster. Our dorm has become the public enemy of the entire school."

Wu Bin looked puzzled.

"What do you mean, I got poisoned and ended up in the hospital on my own, what does that have to do with them?"

Xue Gui explained from the side, "Of course it's related. After you were hospitalized, the school started a major crackdown on illegal planting."

"I heard many seniors' experimental crops were uprooted, and begging for mercy was useless."

"Principal Xu is really ruthless. Many of those experimental crops were for seniors' graduation projects, and just like that, all gone."

"I heard that during the big cleanup, many senior girls even fainted from crying, but Principal Xu was unyielding."

Wu Bin's mouth twitched, suddenly remembering that Xu Wenyao had mentioned this when visiting the hospital.

At the time, Wu Bin felt something was off, and now he finally realized.

This is messed up; Xu Wenyao used the situation to promote his agenda!

Pushing me into the spotlight to force school reforms, taking credit for it while I take the blame, huh!

"So, we've become the public enemy of the whole school?"

Song Bing nodded seriously.

"You'd better wear a mask when you go out these days; otherwise, I'm really afraid you won't make it back."

Wu Bin couldn't help but laugh and cry.

How was he supposed to know that a single hospitalization for poisoning would drag him into so much hatred?

But it wasn't all bad.

The more people hated him, the more his reputation points increased, and the harder it became for him to die.

Thinking like this, was he actually benefiting from misfortune?

"That's not right; what does this have to do with the game?"

Song Bing continued, "Like I said, you're now the public enemy of the whole school."

"The sophomores, juniors, and seniors are okay since they don't live in the same building as us; they can't reach us."

"But all the freshmen live in the same building."

"In the dorm next door, there's this rich second generation named Zhao Hao, acting all high and mighty all day, and he's got the biggest issue with you."

"These days you were away, he kept provoking us, asking for a competition. Whoever loses, calls the other 'Dad' afterward."

"So we just..."

Song Bing didn't need to finish for Wu Bin to guess what happened.

Young guys, full of spirit.

Without thinking too much, Song Bing and the others accepted the challenge.

Little did they expect, the guys from the next dorm were so strong; they got thoroughly beaten, losing two rounds in a row.

Best of five rounds.

If they lose another round, they won't be able to hold their heads up ever again.

Wu Bin patted Song Bing on the shoulder, his words trailing off.

Song Bing thought Wu Bin felt sorry for them and said, "It's okay, Wu bro, just say it. We're brothers; there's nothing we can't say directly."

Wu Bin opened the score panel, looking very serious, and asked, "I understand being hot-blooded."

"But just one question, as a Bronze player, who the hell gave you the courage to accept this father-son match?"