The two roommates looked up quickly, but didn't seem to recognize him.
Although Zhou Hong was popular on the forum, he had no presence at all for students who didn't browse forums.
These two roommates never browsed forums, so they didn't know Zhou Hong.
"Hello, who are you?" the two roommates asked Zhou Hong with confusion.
"Haha, let me introduce him. This is Zhou Hong, a new transfer student in my class. He hasn't been assigned a dorm yet. I see there's an empty bed here, so I thought he could take a nap here temporarily," Wu Jinbin quickly told his roommates.
"Oh, no problem." The two roommates nodded indifferently.
"Zhou Hong, let me introduce the two of them to you too."
"Okay." Zhou Hong nodded.
"This is Huang Donglai," Wu Jinbin immediately introduced one of them to Zhou Hong.
"Hello, Huang Donglai."
"Hello, classmate Zhou Hong."
Wu Jinbin added, "This Huang Donglai is also in our School of Economics, but he majors in marketing."
"Marketing? What's that?" Zhou Hong asked curiously.
"Hehe, to put it simply, it's about selling things," Wu Jinbin said with a teasing tone.
"Ugh, you have to study selling things too." Zhou Hong was speechless. Balancing accounts requires study, and selling things also requires study. Zhou Hong suddenly felt that he shouldn't be a student; he could have been a teacher, because when it came to selling, he wouldn't claim to be the best, but he was definitely top-tier.
"Haha, classmate Zhou Hong is so humorous." Huang Donglai chuckled, thinking Zhou Hong was joking with him.
"And this one is Wang Wansheng. He's in the School of Arts, and his major seems to be playing the flute," Wu Jinbin introduced again.
"Playing the flute? Why would a grown man study that?" Zhou Hong was instantly embarrassed. He glanced at Wang Wansheng, finding it hard to believe that a grown man would choose such a major.
Wu Jinbin seemed to not understand for a moment.
"Damn it." Wang Wansheng, however, froze for a moment before reacting and cursing.
"Classmate Zhou Hong, you're really joking too much! What do you mean, a grown man studying that? What do you think a university is, that it would offer such a major...?" Wang Wansheng was embarrassed.
"I don't quite understand," Wu Jinbin looked at Wang Wansheng with confusion.
"You dense idiot, Zhou Hong's 'playing the flute major' refers to *that* kind of playing the flute, not the musical instrument. It's usually only for women. So he's asking why Wang Wansheng, a man, would study it," Huang Donglai next to him chuckled.
"Oh, I see." Wu Jinbin finally understood.
"A musical instrument?" At this moment, Zhou Hong frowned. He understood now. It was about a musical instrument. He had thought Wang Wansheng was studying *that* kind of profession. He had thought to himself, why would a man study that? It would make sense for a woman.
"Zhou Hong, you're too mischievous," Wu Jinbin said, also laughing.
"Hehe, brother Wang, I was just joking." Zhou Hong quickly explained.
"Hmph, I really want to record what you said and let my classmates hear it. Let's see if they'll beat you to death," Wang Wansheng said with a depressed look.
"A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding," Zhou Hong quickly smiled, not expecting to cause another joke.
"However, classmate Wang, speaking of enjoyment, I am quite knowledgeable in that area too," Zhou Hong said with a smile.
"You?" Wang Wansheng snorted with doubt.
"Hehe." Zhou Hong smiled. He was too lazy to mention that he had once studied music extensively on the Purple Cloud Continent, captivating countless naive young girls.
At this moment, Zhou Hong saw a guzheng placed on Wang Wansheng's desk.
Although Zhou Hong had never seen an instrument of this shape, the principle was the same. Zhou Hong smiled, "What is this thing called?"
"A guzheng. What, don't tell me you can play it too? I borrowed it from another classmate to play around with," Wang Wansheng quickly replied.
"Haha, I dare not say I'm very good, but at least, I know a little. May I try it?"
"Of course, no problem."
Zhou Hong immediately sat down in front of the guzheng and tried plucking the strings. Soon, Zhou Hong understood the notes represented by each string, which was very similar to an instrument he often played in his past life.
Soon, Zhou Hong finished familiarizing himself and began to play.
A melodious melody filled the dormitory.
Upon hearing Zhou Hong play the guzheng, Wang Wansheng's pupils contracted, and his face showed disbelief.
Even Wu Jinbin and Huang Donglai, who didn't understand music, were shocked. The music Zhou Hong played had an indescribable comfort, as if it could instantly pull you into a trance-like, dreamlike scene.
About four or five minutes later, Zhou Hong finished his piece.
The three people in the dormitory snapped back to reality. Just now, they all felt like their minds had wandered to the void, their spirits drifting somewhere unknown. Accompanied by the beautiful melody, it was as if they had arrived in an unknown world. Moreover, they had never heard this piece before.
"A humble attempt," Zhou Hong said with a smile.
"My heavens, you are too amazing," Wang Wansheng said in disbelief.
"Haha, you flatter me. I haven't played in a long time, so I'm a bit rusty." Zhou Hong smiled. It wasn't that he was being humble; he truly hadn't touched such things in a long time. Speaking of which, the piece he just played was learned from Bi Yao Xianzi, the Saintess of the Jade Pool Sect. However, now that he had arrived in this unfamiliar world, he would probably never return to his homeland, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Zhou Hong, surprisingly, with only 250 points on your college entrance exam, you have such strong artistic talent! You could have gone to the School of Arts," Wu Jinbin quickly said.
Huang Donglai and Wang Wansheng found it hard to believe that Zhou Hong scored only 250 on his college entrance exam.
"To be honest, playing the piano is just a way for me to pass the time. I don't plan to make a living from it, so why learn it?"
The three were speechless.
In Zhou Hong's view, singing, dancing, playing music, and the like were all frivolous pursuits. Only actors, or dancers in entertainment venues and brothels, treated them as professions to cultivate and train in. Although he had achieved considerable mastery in these areas, it would be laughable for the foremost arrogant young master of the Purple Cloud Continent to study such decadent music every day.
"Zhou Hong, stop being modest. By the way, are you interested in joining our Classical Instrument Association? I think, with your skill level, our association president would be very pleased to have you join," Wang Wansheng quickly invited him.
"Classical Instrument Association?" Zhou Hong seemed not to understand.
"It's a university club. Even if you're not in the School of Arts, people from other majors can join if they're interested. By the way, our association president is an absolute beauty, one of the campus belles of Jinzhou University," Wang Wansheng said with a chuckle. He believed Zhou Hong would be interested upon hearing about the campus belle president, as countless people had tried to find ways to join their association just to catch a glimpse of her beauty.