Qi Yang opened his eyes, and before him were a pair of worn-out, faded blue socks with holes on the soles.

His strong will to survive made him hold his breath immediately. He swiftly twisted his body and kicked upward with a handsome move, kicking away not only his opponent but also the clothes rack.

"What the hell! Qi Ge, what are you doing!"

"Don't fucking hang your socks on my bed frame!" With a fierce remark, Qi Yang angrily tossed the words and pulled the blanket over his head. He took a relieved breath, inhaling the refreshing air of the morning—oh no, afternoon.

"Big Brother! This is also my bed frame, okay!"

Qiyang narrowed his eyes and pulled back the blanket, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. Without any mercy, he glanced at the man on the ground who was complaining while rehanging socks on the clothes rack: "The stench on your feet can't be washed away no matter how much you wash them! Go outside and hang the socks by the window! No one's going to steal them!"

On the bed opposite, a lazy voice came from above: "Seriously... Old Tang, is there something wrong with your foot? You should go get it treated."

"Enough nonsense, Yuge!" Tang Lin pulled out a sock and flung it directly at the guy on the upper bunk, provoking a chaotic string of cursing and sounds of dodging. Satisfied, Tang Lin lifted his chin and said, "Be careful, I've got biochemical weapons!"

"Stop it... Let me sleep a little longer, okay?" Qi Yang relaxed and once again collapsed onto the bed, lightly knocking the back of his head against the neither hard nor soft pillow. "I'm so sleepy, I'm never going to pull an all-nighter again..."

"How many times have you said this kind of thing?" Tang Lin shook his body and turned to the side of Qi Yang's bed. He lifted his leg and nudged his waist: "Get up, there's a meeting later!"

Qi Yang tightly closed his eyes, irritated to the point of muttering under his breath. He wriggled his body, showing absolutely no intention of getting up from the cozy bed.

"No matter, if the counselor asks where you went, I'll say you ran away from the dormitory and disappeared," Tang Lin sniffs his nose, tucks his clothes neatly, scratches his belly, and happily walks towards the bed opposite.

Sure, here is the translation of the Chinese novel paragraph you provided: "As expected, within a few seconds, there was a jingling sound of getting up from behind."

With great reluctance, Qi Yang climbed out of bed and let out a big yawn. He casually picked up a hoodie from the corner of the wall and put it on, then slipped into a pair of flip-flops. He grabbed his toothbrush and hurriedly made his way to the bathroom, hugging himself tightly.

Qi Yang, a second-year student majoring in statistics at a certain university of science and technology.

By all accounts, his life cannot produce any noteworthy stories.

Primary school graduation, middle school promotion, high school graduation, no grade retention, no disciplinary action, average grades. Only child, both parents alive, happy marriage, family well-being, middle-class standards.

If we were to talk about the unique aspects of Qiyang, there are only two key points to consider.

Firstly, he is a gaming madman.

Viewing games as his girlfriend, the closest example would probably be someone like Qi Yang. It's not that Qi Yang treated his previous girlfriends poorly, but rather, his obsession with games outweighed his affection for his girlfriends. However, as a man, he couldn't just play games and neglect his girlfriends, all while clamoring, "What's wrong with me playing games? Just use your own internet!" So Qi Yang made a decisive choice: after delving into the world of gaming, he would no longer pursue romantic relationships.

Secondly, it is somewhat related to the first point.

Although Qiyang is a game fanatic and adheres to the principle of not discussing love in life, he is regarded as a precious gem by girls. He doesn't usually dress up much, wearing athletic pants, sneakers, t-shirts, and sporting a regular guy's short hair with bangs. His charm solely relies on his face. He has delicate eyebrows, small eyes, narrow double eyelids that seem to be carved from leaves, a sharp nose and small mouth. His fair and flawless skin lacks the ruggedness commonly seen in boys. However, with smooth cheek contours coupled with these features, he looks like a character straight out of an ancient-style anime.

Qiyang was dissatisfied with his own appearance. He was a young man in his prime, but his face had a "hesitant and indecisive" look. What kind of impression did that give? However, the girls of his generation seemed to really like this type of appearance, which put Qiyang in an awkward position.

"Qige, there's WeChat!" Tang Lin's eyes caught a glimmer on Qi Yang's phone lying on the bed. He hurriedly dashed over and picked it up without hesitation, immediately starting to peek at it. As he did so, he recited out loud with a lewd expression on his face, "Hello, senior~ I'm a freshman from the first class of the Economics College, I--"

A dark figure dashed out from the restroom and snatched the mobile phone from Tang Lin's hand without hesitation, swiftly striking him on the head with a heavy hammer.

"Don't you dare look at my phone!"

Qiyang pouted, holding his toothbrush with foamy bubbles filling his mouth. Maintaining this appearance, he picked up his phone and started scrolling.

Xiao Min: Hello senior! I'm a freshman from Class 1 of the School of Economics! My name is Wei Min.

Upon seeing this, Qi Yang almost shut off his phone, but a flicker of his peripheral vision caught his attention and instantly diverted his focus.

Xiao Min: My friend told me that you really enjoy playing games, right? We've decided to form a club specifically for organizing offline game battles! The neighboring Agricultural College has already started organizing online PvP battles with us! Do you play RPG games? Are you interested?"

Please note that the translation may vary depending on the context and intended meaning of certain terms.

When Qiyang saw the three letters "RPG" at the end, he felt disappointed once again.

Although he enjoys playing games, he tends to play MOBA games more often. He lacks the motivation to continuously progress in role-playing games that require cultivation and communication to become stronger.

Quietly, Qiyang replied, "Not interested, thank you for the invitation." Afterwards, he thoroughly rinsed his mouth, which had almost gone numb from the minty toothpaste, and then exaggeratingly walked out of the washroom with his mouth wide open.