DYUTVOBGA Chapter 21

Fang Xu dragged his suitcase into the dorm room with the red number plate 303, and the first thing he heard was the sound of pattering water.

He subconsciously followed the sound and saw the closed bathroom door, with warm yellow light shining through the frosted glass.

Obviously, one of his roommates was taking a shower.

Then what about the other one?

Fang Xu’s gaze shifted, taking in the entire three-person dorm room in one second.

The white-painted lattice window with wind chimes, the solid wood desk spanning the windowsill, the sliding door-style oak-colored wardrobe, and three neat and clean single beds.

The environment was comfortable, and the layout was aesthetically pleasing. It was a standard dormitory without any faults, yet his attention wasn’t on this.

Compared to whether the accommodation environment for the next three months was good or bad, the black-haired boy leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed was even more impossible to ignore.

The moment Fang Xu’s gaze touched the boy’s figure, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he staggered back a step.

The suitcase slammed into the door panel with a loud “Bang!”

The noise made the fluctuating water sounds in the bathroom pause for a moment, but the person inside didn’t make a sound, and Fang Xu didn’t care about this detail either, his mind was currently filled with the question…

How could it be Quentin?

His roommate was actually Quentin!

If you asked Fang Xu who left the deepest impression on him during the nine-hour initial stage performance recording, he wouldn’t hesitate for half a second and could give the answer immediately. Apart from the green-eyed boy who received the first A, he couldn’t think of anyone else.

Quentin’s singing, dancing, original composition ability, and stage presence all made Fang Xu, who was sitting in the Class B area at the time, shocked and feel ashamed of his own inferiority.

He couldn’t understand how someone in this world could be so dazzling at such a young age. The other 100 trainees were like the light of rotten grass in comparison to Quentin, how could they compete with the bright moon.

This was Fang Xu’s sincere thought.

After Quentin’s performance ended, Fang Xu remained restless.

It wasn’t until he and his teammate Cui Yan went on stage to perform, and both received A ratings from the four mentors, needing to choose an opponent from the already full Class A for a one-on-one battle, that he dared to lift his head and sneak a glance at the boy on the first throne.

Quentin didn’t look at him, which was normal.

Although Fang Xu’s singing and dancing skills were balanced without weaknesses, in terms of appearance alone, he was far inferior to his teammate Cui Yan.

Cui Yan had regular handsome features, a sunny demeanor, deep wheat-colored skin and a good, muscular figure that always caught people’s attention the first time they saw him.

The tall and straight young man had droopy-eyed dog-like eyes, with gentle and harmless eyebrows and eyes, and a bright, healthy smile, the most likable appearance.

Whereas Fang Xu had plain features, was inconspicuous whether smiling or not, and due to his thin build and pale complexion, he exuded a gloomy, melancholic temperament from inside out, completely opposite to the public’s image of a boy group idol.

The two of them were both artists under Lingxiao Media, with comparable skills, but the company only placed high hopes on Cui Yan, even revolving their subsequent marketing plans around Cui Yan.

In fact…… if Cui Yan hadn’t actively fought for him, the company originally only wanted to send Cui Yan alone to the [NS] survival show stage.

After all, a small company like Lingxiao Media had limited resources; sending one person still left some capacity, but sending two required going all out.

Fang Xu’s feelings towards Cui Yan were complex.

Inferiority and jealousy were often inseparable twin brothers. These negative emotions accumulated at the bottom of Fang Xu’s heart, like insects and ants gnawing on rotten wood, occasionally causing waves of dense, inner pain.

So when the battle ended, Fang Xu successfully entered Class A, while Cui Yan failed the challenge and fell to Class B, it was undeniable that a trace of uncontrollable joy rose in Fang Xu’s heart.

He was well aware of these dark thoughts, and often felt that he was born despicable.

Because he didn’t just envy Cui Yan; he envied all dazzling existences.

Then… what about Quentin?

Did he envy Quentin?

Fang Xu dragged his suitcase without a word, closed the door, forcibly suppressed the impulse to turn and look at Quentin, and headed straight for the last untouched bed.

The dorm wardrobe was shared by three people, and the space was quite sufficient.

Fang Xu opened the wardrobe and found it was still empty. The other two roommates, one was busy showering and one had dozed off, no one was in a hurry to unpack.

The matter of “becoming Quentin’s roommate” made Fang Xu’s brain messy. He urgently needed to find something to do, to keep himself busy, so he could restrain his gaze that kept wanting to drift towards Quentin.

“Click.”

The bathroom door suddenly opened.

A boy wearing beige-white pajamas walked out. The long sleeves and pants covered his body completely. His handsome face carried a gentle smile as he looked at Fang Xu with friendly eyes.

He took the initiative to greet him: “Fang Xu? What a coincidence, we’re in the same dorm.”

Fang Xu, who had just finished organizing the clothes in his suitcase, nodded absentmindedly, and answered in a low voice: “I saw your suitcase and guessed it was you showering in the bathroom.”

Wen Xinyi and Fang Xu sat in the sixth and seventh chairs respectively during the initial stage performance rating. The two had never met before, but after sitting in adjacent seats watching performances for several hours, they could at least exchange a few words.

“Whew.” Wen Xinyi patted his chest and looked relieved, a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth, “Fortunately it’s you. I was hoping to share a room with you when choosing the cards…You’ve finished unpacking? So fast.”

He walked to the wardrobe and looked inside curiously.

Wrinkle-prone materials like jackets and shirts were all covered with transparent dust bags, hanging on hangers from long to short in order. Thin, small items of clothing were folded neatly and placed in small compartments.

All clothes were sorted and arranged by color. A camphor wood strip for insect repellent and odor removal hung from the end of the rod with a thin string, and the bottom compartment held a portable steamer.

Wen Xinyi couldn’t help but ask: “Do you also have mysophobia?”

Fang Xu: “… Hmm.”

“That’s such a coincidence, we should be very compatible in terms of living habits.”

His smile became brighter, as if he couldn’t feel Fang Xu’s melancholic and confused mood, naturally switching to another topic: “Are you going to shower now?”

Wen Xinyi glanced at Quentin on the neighboring bed, and his voice became even softer: “He’s still sleeping… If you’re quick, you should be able to finish before he wakes up.”

Fang Xu was just about to shake his head when he suddenly felt a clear, sharp gaze piercing him.

He hesitated for two seconds, slowly turned his head to look, and as expected, met a pair of sharp, beautiful green eyes.

The calm and cold emotion in the pupils was like the thin mist dispersing over a lake before sunrise, carrying a damp chill that seeped thread by thread into the intruder’s breath.

“…” He couldn’t help but hold his breath.

Before he could say anything, he heard the other party say a slightly sleepy, hoarse voice say: “Fang Xu…?”

Fang Xu’s eye sockets tightened slightly, and his fingers resting on the wardrobe door suddenly stiffened, an electric-like numbness and itchiness rushing from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head.

Quentin actually remembered his name!

At this moment, Fang Xu was entirely driven by instinct, and his pale face appeared wooden and dull under the light: “Hmm.”

He paused for two seconds, barely grabbing hold of the unfinished topic from ten seconds ago in his mind, and said quietly: “…… Quentin, are you going to shower now?”

Although Quentin looked like he had just woken up, his consciousness was very clear, as he had been chatting with the system in the recording studio just a second ago.

He nodded, supporting himself on the bedpost as he stood up: “Yes, I shower quickly, probably…… ten minutes?”

Fang Xu answered immediately: “It’s fine, you can take as long as you want.”

Wen Xinyi beside him raised an eyebrow slightly, giving him a somewhat curious look.

But Quentin, who was still preoccupied with tonight’s plot, didn’t pay much attention to the new roommate’s expression. He picked up the clothes and towel he had casually thrown on the bed earlier, and stepped into the bathroom.

The frosted glass door closed, muffling the sound of running water behind it.

Wen Xinyi hung the clothes from his suitcase into the wardrobe one by one, and asked tentatively: “Fang Xu, did you know Quentin before?”

“How could that be?” Fang Xu refuted subconsciously, his brows unconsciously furrowing, “How could I possibly know someone like that.”

These words were quite easy to misunderstand, and his expression wasn’t too good either. At first listen, one would only think he didn’t like Quentin.

But Wen Xinyi was perceptive and sensitive. He knew that judging a person’s attitude couldn’t rely entirely on what they said; what was more important was what they did.

From the moment he stepped out of the bathroom and started a conversation with Fang Xu, the latter had always kept his volume low, almost communicating in a breathy voice, and his movements while unpacking were also silent, probably because he didn’t want to disturb the boy sleeping on the neighboring bed.

Perhaps such behavior was merely out of politeness, but Wen Xinyi still sensed that Fang Xu didn’t dislike Quentin.

He smiled: “Quentin wasn’t signed to a company before, he must have been focusing on his studies. High school education in Yanhai is very strict; I heard they only have two days off a month. It’s indeed difficult to make friends outside school.”

Wen Xinyi organized his few pieces of clothing methodically, continuing in a clean, clear voice: “But now we’ve all come to the same program, assigned to the same class, and the three of us just happened to choose the same dorm…”

He sighed softly: “This is fate.”

The boy smiled and blinked at Fang Xu: “I have a feeling that we will become really good friends.”

Fang Xu was silent for a few seconds, lowered his head, and hummed in agreement.

On the other side, Quentin in the bathroom was using the showerhead to rinse the foam from his hair.

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh….”

He tilted his head back and shook his hair, wet droplets splashing onto the full-length mirror nearby.

A slender, hazy figure was reflected in the foggy mirror surface, as white as jade under the warm light on the ceiling. Clumps of foam slowly passed over this perfect body created by the system, following along the winding streams of water.

There was no full-length mirror in the Four Seasons hotel bathroom. This was the first time since his transmigration that Quentin saw his body in this life completely in the mirror.

“Click.”

He turned off the shower, slicked his wet black hair back, then approached the mirror. He wiped away part of the condensation, and looked at his naked body in the mirror.

It was really quite different.

This body was like a combination of the 17-year-old Quentin and the 25-year-old Quentin, possessing both the lean, growing physique of a teenager and the toned, lean muscles of an adult male who exercised properly.

Muscles of appropriate thickness covered the perfectly proportioned frame, pieced together bit by bit into this beautiful, exquisite, doll-like appearance, not inferior even to the most exquisite game character models currently available.

‘It wasn’t wrong to call it a model,’ Quentin thought, as it was indeed refabricated by the system using his data.

He only looked for two seconds before withdrawing his gaze, roughly dried his body with a towel, put on the robe hanging nearby, casually tied the belt around his waist into a slipknot with his fingers, then raised his hand and pushed the door open.

“Creeeak…”

Wen Xinyi heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head: “Quentin, the left side of the wardrobe is reserved for you. See if you still want to…”

His gaze fixed, the following words choking in his throat.

“You…”

Wen Xinyi’s eyes widened, his gaze subconsciously wandering from the boy’s neck down to his chest. His eyes showed a moment of panic, and his pupils trembled.

This was the most emotionally expressive look he had shown since joining the program in the morning. The overflowing shock made Quentin’s steps out of the bathroom stop.

Quentin tilted his head, and the water droplets hanging from his hair tips fell onto his shoulders, soaking a dark wet patch on the collar.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Wen Xinyi didn’t answer.

He swallowed, his expression unusually serious.

Under Quentin’s puzzled gaze, he suddenly stood up, reached into the wardrobe and forcefully pulled out a jacket, then quickly walked to the camera in the corner and raised his hand to cover it.

There were three cameras installed in the dorm in total. The other two had been covered at lightning speed by Fang Xu, who was squatting by his suitcase, three seconds earlier.

Amid the fluster and chaos, three cameras were quickly hidden under thick fabric, and not a single ray of light could penetrate.

Facing the apprehensive and uncertain looks of his two new roommates, Quentin suspected for a moment that he had walked out naked without wearing anything.

He looked down at the robe he was wearing… it was one of the rare non-flashy items in the suitcase.

It was still made of the silk material the system favored, the color was a low-key deep black, reaching down to the calves. The surface flowed with layered, spreading silk jacquard wave pattern embroidery, visible only under bright light sources.

……Was there a problem?

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