Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 148: What Kind of Trash Are You?

"This isn’t... your bottle is filled entirely with cockroaches?"

Wu Bin felt his trypophobia was about to act up.

Is he sick?

What normal person would collect this stuff!

Song Bing boasted with pride, "Impressive, right? This is already the third bottle I’ve collected. Each bottle can hold two hundred and fifty cockroaches. Once I fill four bottles, I can exchange them for ten academic credits."

Wu Bin was silent.

"Does Agricultural University actually let people collect these things for academic credits?"

"Yeah."

Song Bing said earnestly, "Collecting cockroaches is considered one of the better options. I heard there are even people collecting mice. One yuan for each mouse corpse. Just yesterday, we sold five of them."

Damn.

Has Agricultural University gone and created a pest economy?

"Do they also keep all the mouse corpses together like you do?"

Song Bing shook his head.

"That’s not gonna happen—it’s too perverse, and also unhygienic."

"If the inspection team catches you, you won’t escape the need to write a fifty-thousand-word self-criticism."

"Stuff like mouse corpses, you generally hand them over to the Sanitation Departnt on the sa day, and they’ll take care of destruction in bulk."

"The Sanitation Departnt keeps a register. How many pests you’ve handed in, how many points you can exchange—it’s all directly entered into the electronic record."

Wu Bin: …

"6."

Just as Song Bing finished explaining to Wu Bin, there ca a knock at the door.

"Open up, patrol team!"

The three hurriedly hid the bottles with cockroaches, then quickly went to open the door.

The patrol team mber, with an armband, handed Song Bing a manual and also gave them several garbage bags.

Seeing the different colored garbage bags, Song Bing was suddenly confused.

"What are these garbage bags for?"

The patrol team mber said, "For garbage classification."

"The latest notice from the Sanitation Departnt, starting from tomorrow, Agricultural University will implent garbage classification university-wide. Trash from dormitories will be handled uniformly in trash bags downstairs from now on."

"Take this manual on garbage classification back with you, study it carefully. Don’t make a mistake; it’ll cost you credits."

Looking at the thick manual in his hands, Song Bing was dumbfounded.

What?

A manual this thick for garbage classification?

The live stream viewers began sending a flurry of comnts.

"There it is, I knew there would be garbage classification. That’s a real killer!"

"Just like I said, when our residential compound’s property managent asked us to do garbage classification, they were replaced within a week."

"Garbage classification? I can’t even handle a bit of it. I barely escaped from a city without it, and now you’re telling the university is going to start this too?"

The live stream audience continued their tirade of complaints.

Naturally, Wu Bin wasn’t going to waste his ti learning garbage classification; he went straight back to his room to sleep.

Song Bing placed the manual on garbage classification on the table, and the three stared intently at the booklet.

"How about it, each of us learns one-third?"

"Given its thickness, it can’t possibly be harder to morize than our professional course materials, right? Let’s get started!"

Since academic credits were at stake, the three lit their lamps to study through the night, beginning to learn the relevant knowledge for garbage classification.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

…

The next day, early morning.

Yawning, Wu Bin walked out of his bedroom and found that Song Bing and the others all had dark circles under their eyes.

Wu Bin was taken aback.

"You didn’t spend the whole night reading that manual, did you?"

The three were in a daze, impervious to Wu Bin’s words, just repeating to themselves under their breath.

"It’s horrible, just horrible."

Wu Bin was baffled.

"What’s so horrible?"

"I’m going to get so breakfast. Want to bring sothing back for you?"

The three of them waved their hands in refusal.

"No need, no need, we’re not going out. We’ll just rustle up sothing to eat right here."

Wu Bin was even more puzzled.

What got into these three? Weren’t they the ones who hated making food in the dorm the most?

Not paying attention to the three, Wu Bin still had to go inquire about registering for the sports et.

"Good morning, Wu Bin."

As soon as Wu Bin stepped outside, he ran into He Bingbing.

To facilitate live streaming, Xu Wenyao had arranged for everyone related to Wu Bin to stay on the sa floor.

He Bingbing, Han Jiaoyan, and Xu Qian all lived next door to Wu Bin, while the cara crew stayed in another room.

When Wu Bin erged from his room, the caraman imdiately started the cara and began live streaming.

Wu Bin greeted He Bingbing with a smile.

"Had breakfast yet? Fancy joining ?"

"Sure."

Although He Bingbing had already graduated, whenever she was with Wu Bin, she always felt like she was a freshman again.

Today, He Bingbing was wearing a pretty short skirt coupled with black over-the-knee socks, radiating youthful vibes.

It had been a long ti since He Bingbing last road around the campus alone with Wu Bin.

Just as the two of them were stepping out of the dormitory building, and Wu Bin was about to ask He Bingbing what she wanted to eat, a middle-aged woman’s voice carried over from afar.

"Stop right there! What kind of trash are you?"

Wu Bin: ???

Nice, hurling insults this early in the morning?

Wu Bin turned to look and saw a middle-aged woman in an orange uniform standing confidently next to six trash bins.

What was most outrageous was that there was even a cara set up by the school behind her, aid straight at the trash bins.

Wu Bin was sowhat flustered.

What the hell?

No wonder he had heard noises like construction all of last night; the school had brought over six trash bins from God knows where and even equipped each bin with a cara?

Like, is all this really necessary?

Of course, the middle-aged woman wasn’t questioning Wu Bin.

She was questioning a student who was about to throw away a mineral water bottle.

The student, being questioned this way by the middle-aged woman, was suddenly nervous.

Holding a bottle with a little water left, the female student said hesitantly, "Recyclable trash?"

"Incorrect."

The middle-aged woman’s eyes shone with wisdom and a kind of contempt that ca from the heart.

The female student finished the water in the bottle.

"Is it right now?"

The middle-aged woman gave a small smile.

"Still incorrect."

After a mont’s thought, the female student pealed the plastic label off the water bottle.

"Now it’s correct, right?"

The middle-aged woman still shook her head.

"Still incorrect."

Then, as bystanders watched in shock, the woman took the bottle from the student’s hand, unscrewed the cap, and flattened the bottle by stepping on it before throwing the bottle and the plastic label into separate trash bins for recyclable garbage and other trash.

After finishing, the woman gave a long lecture.

"For trash like bottles, you must crush them before putting them in the bin, otherwise they take up a lot of space. It’s not eco-friendly."

"Haven’t you read the brochures? Didn’t you look carefully?"

She glanced at the student’s ID card.

"Zhao Xiaoru, right? That’s a deduction of one point."

Zhao Xiaoru burst into tears, crying as she ran back.

The middle-aged woman wrote down Zhao Xiaoru’s na and student ID, then turned to look at two other students about to throw away their trash.

Those two students were terrified, screaming as they too ran back to their dormitory.

The middle-aged woman shook her head in disdain.

"Tsk, university students, no culture."