CHAPTER 433: 0431 THE PLAY IS STILL ON

Honestly speaking, Lynch was a bit surprised. He had actually understood Anna’s intentions long ago.

For someone who has lived a long time, possesses many unknown secrets, and has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, he can guess her intentions with a glance.

But for her to go this far was unexpected, and also quite touching, as life is actually tough for everyone.

Just to prove that in some areas she could surpass Severa, she even arranged for home deliveries, which indeed reflected the pressure she had been under.

Whenever people mentioned promising and ambitious girls within their circle, she would be compared to Severa and suffer a crushing defeat.

In this situation, her strong desire to defeat her rival seemed easy to understand.

Lynch also smiled as he reached out to shake her hand, "Hello, I’m your new roommate, Lynch."

He couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke.

Ugly people might seem even more timid when they smile, but Lynch, being such a cheerful and handsome young man, had a smile that was as pleasing as that of those pretty girls.

"What’s so funny?" Anna looked at her clothes, thinking it was because of her, and even asked the other two girls if there was something wrong with her clothes, face, or hair.

Lynch waved his hand and explained why he laughed, "Because the word ’roommate,’ you know, is also often used in prisons..."

Prisons in the Federation, as well as those in another world, are composed of many prison cells, which are rooms used to detain criminals.

Every place has different terms to express relationships and also to reflect social status.

However, in the place where Lynch once lived, people were very courteous, perhaps because those of a lower class couldn’t enter that place.

People wouldn’t call out others’ names directly; instead, they all referred to each other as "x roommate" or simply "roommate," since those who came there were cultured and refined.

This was refined people’s way of finding humor in adversity, and no matter what, they indeed counted as friends.

Anna’s sudden mention of roommates, along with his repeated phrase, reminded him of many funny things from his past, causing him to laugh continuously.

Those bastards surely hadn’t expected that he not only left that place alive but also started a brand new life.

His aura and demeanor seemed to change once again in a short period, reaching a new level, making him shine even more brilliantly in the girls’ eyes.

Even the brown-haired girl, who spoke little, took advantage of adjusting her glasses to sneak a few more glances at Lynch.

"I haven’t heard of this joke..." Anna frowned, "and it’s not funny either."

The limited vocabulary of the international language often gives one word multiple meanings, or multiple words to describe one meaning. "Incarcerated friend" doesn’t seem like a funny joke to her, and she doesn’t find it amusing.

Moreover, what she meant was "a friend living in the same house," a phrase that could even transform into "cohabitant" with some prelude.

"Alright, let’s not think about these things, take me to my room," Lynch didn’t bring much luggage since he’s leaving early the next morning. Staying at the school tonight was merely a ceremonial step.

It was like how a groom and bride, who have known each other since childhood and broken up and gotten back together for years, finally get married; despite knowing each other’s bodies better than themselves, there’s still a ceremonial first night of marriage.

The result doesn’t matter, the process does. This is also the spirit pursuit of the Federation people.

Lynch’s room was the second door on the left on the second floor. A 25-square-meter area wasn’t too small, yet most residents here complained about the room and house being too small.

The room had a bed placed against the wall next to the window, with a desk under the window, a simple bookshelf next to the desk, a wardrobe at the foot of the bed, a door beside it, and a small table against the wall near the door for placing items.

The room was cleaned very well and had a fragrance that only those with a woman’s touch could produce, seemingly a blend of different scents, suggesting that all the girls participated in the cleaning.

"Are you satisfied?" Anna walked into the room, casually feeling the surfaces. From her small gesture of rubbing her fingers, it was evident that she hadn’t cleaned, probably playing the role of supervision while the other two girls did the cleaning. Her action was purely instinctive.

Like a subconscious check after issuing a cleaning command, but if she had cleaned the room herself, she wouldn’t do so because she’d be aware of the hygiene level here.

"You can borrow some books from the library to place here, as long as you return them before spring break, summer break, and winter break."

"The school didn’t provide televisions for dorms, but they did install signal cables. If you want to watch TV, I can have someone bring one over for you..." she said, turning to Lynch, "Do you want to get a TV set?"

Lynch shook his head, "No need."

This might also be a very obvious difference. In some of the more ordinary universities, students take pride in having their own television. But here, no one has time to watch television.

Including those recommended students, if they’re not socializing, they are either in the laboratory or the library.

Studying and socializing are far more important than watching television, so much so that it gives students a... already hard-to-evaluate living environment, yet cannot afford them a television — people here generally consider watching TV a waste of time nowadays.

The content they need from TV can be fully acquired from newspapers; whatever isn’t found in newspapers, their household servants would record for them, allowing them to watch it again when they return home over the weekend.

In ordinary school dormitories, having a television is a standard for "successful people," but here, it’s just a sign of mediocrity.

No social circle, no ambition.

"I’ll leave early tomorrow morning, and I don’t know when I’ll be back, so there’s no need to prepare anything for me." Lynch walked to the bedside and sat down, patting the bed, "If possible, help me switch it to a plank bed."

He said this while getting up; he wasn’t used to spring beds and soft beds, but Federation people loved those mattresses. This might relate to the habits of the country and the ethnicity.

Many years ago, they started weaving soft mattresses from horsehair or palm fibers, and later, people invented spring beds and foam mattresses. Even the President would comfortably lie on a soft mattress at night, showing a satisfied smile; but Lynch just couldn’t stand it.

He had slept on hard beds for decades and sleeping on this only resulted in back pain.

"No problem, I’ll have someone come over to handle this for you!" Anna agreed without any hesitation. As the student council president, she had the authority to replace a small mattress, "Anything else you need?"

Lynch shook his head. In fact, even if he were to return from Nagariel, he wouldn’t stay here too long; there weren’t many teachers here who could teach him the knowledge he needed. Apart from occasionally staying here for a change of scenery, he was unlikely to remain long-term, so he didn’t have more requests.

The girl soon left; she would be very busy today. Finding time to escort Lynch back was definitely squeezing it into her schedule.

Before leaving, she told Lynch she had reserved a spot at the restaurant, and they would all celebrate together in the evening.

Anna was a very smart girl. If it weren’t for Severa’s unreasonable father, she likely could have been on par with Severa, or even surpassed her.

She didn’t say she was inviting Lynch to dinner alone since there would be too much ambiguity in that, but instead used the excuse of the entire dormitory celebrating a new roommate to invite Lynch to dinner, which was much better.

Whether it was her, him, or them, there wasn’t much fault to find, and Lynch could hardly refuse.

Without much hesitation, Lynch agreed; it was just a meal after all.

After Anna left, he wandered around the school vicinity and left before lunch. Just as he exited the school’s gate, Lime was already waiting for him by the roadside.

The moment he saw Lynch coming, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it to the ground, swiftly greeted him, and as they approached the car, opened the car door for Lynch.

Sitting inside the car, away from the blazing sun, Lynch felt much better and casually asked, "How much investment did you secure?"

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Lime’s expression was somewhat embarrassed, "Not much, only less than two million, to be exact, it’s one million eight hundred and ninety thousand."

This figure was vastly different from his expectations; he thought there would be another zero at the end of this number!

But the speeding train of reality aimed a hit at his waist, making him realize the bloody truth.

People are willing to entrust financial accounts worth hundreds of thousands to millions to him for management but hardly pass actual cash to him.

Because no matter how the finances within those accounts fluctuate, they still belong to the accounts’ owners. If Lime wants to get more commissions and bonuses, he must ensure these accounts stay profitable.

But once the cash is delivered to Lime, no one can clarify whether the money in Lime’s pocket is theirs; it offers absolutely no guarantees.

For those who have mingled at this tier without going bankrupt, making a company bankrupt while making themselves rich is already a simple matter, so Lime’s gains were minimal.

Aside from a few willing to give small investments for Lynch’s face, most remained in a waiting stance.

Lynch had long known the outcome would be like this, but it was a necessary process; he had to make Lime understand a crucial point.

He, Lime, a small person, has no value to this world; what’s valuable is Lynch. Therefore, Lime must quickly adjust his mindset, not letting money that doesn’t belong to him stir his emotions.

Experienced financial practitioners must face the fact that even if they earn astronomical Wealth from a case for their employer, their own commission is not much. They must become accustomed to and accept this, or they won’t last long in the industry.

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "It’s okay, we still have opportunities."