The Three of Us, and That God

I, Lin Fan, once firmly believed that university is the ivory tower of wisdom and the Eden of youth. Until I pushed open the door of dormitory 301 and saw Li Dalu trying to cook hot pot in the washbasin with too much heat, Zhao Xiaoshuai was meditating on the circuit diagram on the wall as if he was trying to decipher Goldbach's conjecture, and Zhou Yu poked his head out from the upper bunk and asked me mysteriously: "Classmate, do you want the answer to level 4 or 6? Guaranteed, it's fake." I knew that all my beautiful imaginations about the university were officially declared bankrupt at this moment.