DYUTVOBGA Chapter 22.1

“Why is it you?!”

Xue Mingzhu pushed the door open full of anticipation, poked his head in, and was met with a familiar handsome face.

Of course it was familiar! They had been at odds with each other downstairs just minutes ago. At that time, Xue Mingzhu prayed very devoutly in his heart that Yan Qiao absolutely must not choose the dorm room where Quentin was.

As a result, after all that, he and Yan Qiao ended up together???

Xue Mingzhu’s face instantly darkened. His already fierce-looking face now looked even more sullen.

But he still took a deep breath, followed the rules by dragging his suitcase in, and closed the dorm door heavily.

The two beds in the double room were located on the left and right sides of the windowsill.

Yan Qiao, propped up on his elbow, was half-lying on the left bed. He lifted his eyelids to glance at Xue Mingzhu’s sullen expression, then lowered his eyes and brows in disinterest.

‘Sigh……as expected.’

A few minutes ago, when Yan Qiao was choosing a room and saw the three colors red, green, and yellow, he immediately thought of Quentin’s green eyes.

If Quentin wanted to share a room with Xue Mingzhu, he should… choose a color related to them, right?

He stood in front of the round table staring at the three cards, thought for a moment, and decided to gamble by choosing green.

If luck was good, there were two scenarios: one, he and Quentin would share a room; two, he, Quentin, and Xue Mingzhu would all three share a room.

If luck was bad……meaning if Quentin didn’t choose green, he could only pray that Wen Xinyi and others who chose rooms before him would pick green first. Otherwise, he would most likely end up rooming with some bad-tempered rapper who didn’t like him.

He couldn’t be that unlucky, right?

So, with such wishful thinking, Yan Qiao cautiously opened the door with the green number plate 301.

After seeing the empty double room, he remained unwilling and even knocked on the bathroom door but…no response.

Alas…

What could he do? Besides silently cursing his unlucky physique, he could only accept his fate, close the door, and wait for the arrival of some uninvited guest.

Yan Qiao was only patient when it came to practicing dance and work-related matters. Usually, his temper was languid; he would lie down if possible instead of sitting, sit if possible instead of standing, and stay home alone if possible rather than go out.

He had no interest in socializing and didn’t have much experience in managing interpersonal relationships. Otherwise, after seven years at BKL Entertainment, why hadn’t he expanded his circle of friends?

With Yan Qiao’s talent and effort, it wouldn’t be difficult to connect with those seniors in different boy and girl groups that had already debuted. Moreover, BKL had always cultivated him as a trump card, intentionally letting him interact more with the seniors.

But he was really too lazy to engage in that set of sweet talk and reading people’s expressions. He really wasted such a good-looking face that seemed good at deceiving people’s feelings.

Yan Qiao lay flat on the bed idly, one leg resting on the edge of the bed and swaying leisurely.

Xue Mingzhu, who was squatting nearby unpacking, couldn’t stand his boneless, lazy appearance, but didn’t want to initiate conversation with him either.

‘Hmph, who wasn’t a cool guy?’

So for the next half hour, besides the clattering sounds of luggage collisions, there were no other noises in room 301.

The production team in the control room looked at the footage from the camera, puzzled.

“Are Xue Mingzhu and Yan Qiao’s microphones working? Why aren’t these two making any sound?”

“All the other dorms have started socializing, only the third floor is quiet. Could it be that all the good students in Class A are taciturn people?”

“Well, first look at how many people there are in the other three classes’ dorms. More people naturally means more liveliness. Besides, these trainees are meeting for the first time today, and we forcibly separated and scattered them. They can’t stick together with familiar friends to live in the same group, so they definitely need time to get familiar with each other.”

“Speaking of which, these trainees are all quite diligent, not quite like the boys’ dorms I imagined. Oh, someone has already started a major cleaning. Are they setting up a persona in front of the camera, or do they really love hygiene?”

Xue Mingzhu had been efficient at chores since childhood. His father was always busy with work, so the household chores were usually split equally between him and his mother.

If Wen Xinyi and Fang Xu in room 303 organized things meticulously due to personal obsession with cleanliness, then Xue Mingzhu was just experienced in storage, and his movements were so neat and efficient they could rival a five-star hotel cleaner.

Seeing his roommate so diligent, after lying flat on the bed for a few minutes, Yan Qiao also slowly sat up from the bed.

He stood in front of the wardrobe, took out a handful of hangers from the rod, and unhurriedly put his clothes on them one by one.

Xue Mingzhu glanced at the messy pile of clothes on Yan Qiao’s bed, and his lips twitched. He didn’t want to look anymore and turned his head away, muttering in his heart: “He’s really a big company’s young master.”

“Knock knock knock!”

The voice of the program staff came with the knocking: “Xue Mingzhu, Yan Qiao, is it convenient to open the door? I’m delivering your uniforms.”

“Clang.”

The door opened in response.

The tall, thin boy supported himself with one hand on the doorframe, half his body leaning against the door. He looked down and saw a cardboard box on the floor outside containing boxes of custom-packaged clothes, each box labeled with the corresponding trainee’s name.

The staff handed him the heavy box in their hands: “The black box contains the uniforms you’ll need for recording the theme song MV in a few days. The red box is the uniform for you Class A trainees. These four boxes are for you and Yan Qiao.”

Xue Mingzhu took them, his eyes still fixed on the remaining boxes in the cardboard box: “Are these all for Class A? The other two dorms haven’t received theirs yet?”

The staff member answered readily: “Yeah, we just finished assigning dorms. Taking advantage of everyone being in their dorms unpacking, we’re quickly distributing the clothes… The time is getting late now, you should rest early after getting your clothes, you need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh.” Xue Mingzhu nodded perfunctorily, thought for two seconds, then suddenly grinned at the other party: “Brother, I was just planning to visit the other dorms anyway, let me help you deliver the remaining clothes.”

“Huh?”

The young man looked fierce when he wasn’t smiling, and when he smiled…… he still looked a bit fierce, his eyebrows and eyes carrying a hint of reckless defiance. In other words, a bit of a gangster demeanor. He was fierce, but not annoying.

He casually put his arm around the staff member’s shoulder, patting him like a good buddy: “It’s just a few boxes of clothes, don’t worry, leave it to me.”

He planned to use this opportunity to figure out the composition of the Class A dorms and confirm Quentin’s location at the same time. He didn’t know if the program allowed trainees to privately negotiate room changes… most likely not.

Tsk, forget it, he could endure it. Him rooming with Yan Qiao was better than Quentin rooming with Yan Qiao.

Due to some past experiences, Xue Mingzhu deeply loathed certain playboys who took pride in toying with girls’ feelings.

These kinds of people were all two-faced, honey-mouthed and scheming, and they had chaotic private lives that made him want to vomit.

If you asked him why he knew so much about it, it was because two years ago in that rap variety show, he was grouped with exactly this kind of person, and, as luck would have it, ended up sharing a room with them!

He suffered greatly because of it, was almost implicated to the point of ruin, and his subsequent two-year retreat from the public eye wasn’t entirely for his studies; at least half the reason was due to the tricks these people played.

Xue Mingzhu sensed a similar aura in Yan Qiao.

—A playboy, flirtatious, two-faced. Apart from being more handsome and more professionally skilled than the people he knew before, there seemed to be no difference.

At the same time, he felt that Quentin, who looked cold and hard to approach but actually very easy to talk to, was extremely similar to his own self from two years ago.

That’s why he didn’t want Yan Qiao getting close to Quentin. After all, who could stand by and watch the bad experiences they went through replay before their eyes?

He wasn’t usually someone who meddled in other people’s affairs, he didn’t have the mind to interfere in other people’s social situations.

Xue Mingzhu bent down, lifted the cardboard box from the floor, straightened up easily, and walked to the nearest dorm 302.

He had just put down the box and was about to knock when he saw a hand reach out from behind him and knock on the door.

“…!!”

Xue Mingzhu whipped his head around and glared at Yan Qiao: “What are you doing here?”

Yan Qiao gave him a light glance, and said with a nonchalant expression: “Looking for Quentin, of course.”

Xue Mingzhu gritted his teeth, lowering his voice: “You really are…stubborn.”

Yan Qiao raised an eyebrow: “Who can we blame for that?”

Who was the one always inexplicably preventing him from talking to Quentin, hmm? Who could it be? It was so hard to guess.

Xue Mingzhu: “Heh.”

The door of room 302 opened quickly, but the people inside weren’t the ones they were looking for.

Xue Mingzhu handed over the clothes, chatted for a few sentences, then mentioned he planned to go to room 303 next. Yan Wenbing and Zhou Zilin, who lived in 302, took the initiative to go along too.

So the group of four headed towards the last dorm room in a grand manner.

“Bang bang bang!”

Xue Mingzhu walked at the front, slapping the door while raising his voice to shout: “Friends inside, open the door! It’s me, Xue Mingzhu, here to deliver your clothes!”

After shouting, he repeatedly called out: “Quentin Quentin Quentin Quentin, are you in there? I came to find you to play….”

His high-profile and arrogant manner was quite deserving of a punch, and his tone was also very deserving of a punch.

Yan Wenbing & Zhou Zilin: “…’ So Xue Mingzhu had this kind of personality?

Where did the cool guy who acted so aloof when talking to them just now go?

“Click.”

The soft sound rang out, then the door was pulled open from the inside.

A wave of slightly moist air rushed out, carrying the cool air from the dorm’s air conditioning, instantly clearing one’s head. The skin was stimulated by the alternating hot and cold, raising small goosebumps.

But, what made one’s hair stand on end wasn’t entirely due to the temperature difference from the AC.

It was because…

The boy who came to open the door wasn’t even wearing his clothes properly!

Xue Mingzhu’s eyes widened. He was already standing very close to the door. After it opened, he bumped face-to-face with Quentin. If he lowered his head slightly, he could see the faintly visible abs inside the robe’s collar.

The thin, close-fitting silk robe ended just below the calves. The soft fabric clung to the skin, outlining the boy’s broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Whether it was due to the design of the clothes or because Quentin’s shoulders were broad enough, the collar hung open in a V-shape, boldly exposing his collarbones and half of his chest, forcibly giving him the feel of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.

Even though the air continuously flowing out from room 303 was cool and refreshing, the scene before them was full of a vivid, vigorous, scorching hot, and alluring atmosphere.

It washed over him, burning his eyes, and he didn’t know where to look.

The key point was that Quentin’s attitude was too casual. His expression was so calm, as if he completely didn’t know how……unbridled and unrestrained his current appearance was.

His face and body were completely at odds, but perhaps it was precisely the existence of this seemingly cold and ascetic handsome face that made people even less able to resist sneaking glances at his body.

Xue Mingzhu felt like touching his nose; he suspected if he kept staring he would get a nosebleed.

It wasn’t his fault! Who wore clothes so, so……casually?

Well, maybe he couldn’t say that either; after showering at home he only wore underwear. But they were recording a program now!

Who dressed so un-conservatively on a program!