Zhao Baiyu.
Under the complex gaze of his roommates, Qian Quan walked over.
"Hi," greeted Qian Quan.
Zhao Baiyu smiled, "Sorry for the sudden approach. I didn't get a chance to talk to you alone yesterday, so I took the liberty of coming over."
"It's fine; I just finished class. What's up?"
"Nothing much, I just wanted to thank you in person and give you a small gift," said Zhao Baiyu as he pulled out a red butterfly knife.
Qian Quan was about to say that his father had already thanked him, but upon seeing the butterfly knife, he accepted it.
"This is a unique knife," said Qian Quan, who was skilled in the Eight-Slash Sword and could easily handle short weapons.
"It was custom-made for me by someone my Dad knows. There are two of them."
"It feels good to hold," Qian Quan praised, "then I'll graciously accept."
"Of course," Zhao Baiyu nodded. "Also, I wonder whether I could ask you for another favor."
"Go ahead."