Chapter 5

In the few minutes He Yuxuan stopped there, new students immediately came to patronize the booth right after he left.

“That’s right, that handsome guy just now is part of our Photography Club.”

“WeChat? Sure, of course, you can add him.”

“If you’re in the same club, there’ll be plenty of opportunities to take photos of him, haha.” The Club President pushed up his glasses, laughing and revealing two rows of big white teeth.

This kind of news spread on a small scale, and so the previously deserted Photography Club slowly began to see some foot traffic.

The nearby clubs watched their operation, completely dumbfounded. Usually, the Senior Brothers and Sisters chosen for recruitment were already the visual pillars of their clubs, but they were utterly incomparable to that guy.

Tsk, so heavy. Laden with his spoils, He Yuxuan navigated slowly, thinking with satisfaction.

The sky was very blue, and the white clouds were loose and fluffy like cotton candy.

He had never noticed before that the sky in Jinghai City could be so beautiful too. A vast expanse of blue, clear and vivid, remarkably bright… He had forgotten to ask what color the electric toothbrush was!

Ah, please let it be light blue too. If that wasn’t possible, light purple would also be okay… if not that either…

He Yuxuan had a bit of an obsessive-compulsive streak. Now, with this matter weighing on his mind, he wished he could stop, squat down, and open the gift box to take a look. If he didn’t like the color, could he go back and exchange it with the Club President?

Forget it. He Yuxuan knew this trait of his was very annoying. That’s why his assistant in his past life had always been his older female cousin, who grew up with him and knew his habits and preferences inside out.

Otherwise, He Yuxuan, who had no other faults besides liking to put on airs, would probably have gained an additional reputation for being picky and acting like a diva.

The dormitory building layout was similar to a courtyard house. He wandered around for a while looking for the room number before finally finding 201.

The dormitories at Jinghai University were all quadruple rooms, each equipped with a bathroom and a washing machine, simply but cleanly decorated. It was one of the universities with relatively good accommodation conditions, and the boarding fees weren’t high either.

He Yuxuan was still a tiny bit nervous inside. He would be living closely with three young men, two of whom were the main characters with distinct personalities.

Fortunately, when he opened the door, the inside was completely empty, with no sound or sign of human activity.

Haha, no need to face them for now.

He found his assigned bed from his memory, right near the door—visible at a glance upon opening it.

The original owner, who hadn’t lived there many days, didn’t have many things yet, but they were somewhat messy. A single glance into the wardrobe revealed clothes that He Yuxuan refused to wear outside. No, he should say he rejected them with his whole body and soul, even as pajamas.

He first cleared the tabletop, arranging the books neatly and throwing away the useless things.

After freeing up a lot of space, he finally unwrapped his “spoils of war.”

The moment he saw that dreamy light blue, He Yuxuan felt he was the luckiest person in the world! Not only that, the matching water cup and umbrella were also light blue.

To him, this was simply a small blessing in his bitter student life after transmigrating.

He Yuxuan was still carrying injuries, and since he’d never done housework before, he tidied up clumsily and very slowly.

Sometimes he felt quite ashamed. He had lived so many years, yet now his self-care ability probably couldn’t even compare to a teenager’s. Slowly, he began to mentally accept the change.

The dormitory had been silent all along, so He Yuxuan kept thinking it was empty, quite happily staying in his own little corner, occasionally humming his own songs under his breath.

The ethereal voice echoed in the small room, carrying a sense of story, as if time had stopped and scenes were leaping past.

He had checked. There was no male celebrity named He Yuxuan in this world, so all the albums he had released didn’t exist in this world.

This should count as good news.

He only kept a few solid-colored pieces of the original owner’s clothes. Actually, He Yuxuan also had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, but right now he had very little money, and he spent it freely, so he could only make do.

With the principle of throwing away what he didn’t like, a certain male celebrity cleaned up much faster. In the end, looking over, there wasn’t much left. But soon, it was dinnertime anyway.

He felt sore all over. Of course, besides fatigue, part of the reason was that his injuries hadn’t fully healed.

Not planning to eat dinner, He Yuxuan picked up a light blue, loose-fitting T-shirt and went into the bathroom. Although his current self was about seventy to eighty percent similar to his past life, he still hadn’t reached his peak condition.

He Yuxuan pinched his cheeks in the mirror; there was still baby fat. His washing routine was also meticulous and clean. Changing to a new toothbrush made even rinsing his mouth quite joyful.

The fair, youthful body’s musculature was generally becoming defined, smooth and graceful from the shoulder blades down. There were still many bruises and dark red scars, extremely conspicuous, especially near his thighs, which was why he didn’t walk very smoothly.

At 185 cm tall, He Yuxuan didn’t have a small frame. It was just that he appeared tall and slender in clothes; only after taking them off could one discover he was just right.

After drying his hair, he looked even more obedient. It was just that his short, neat hair had practically no style to speak of, lying softly and smoothly against his fine scalp, much like a child’s haircut.

It was fortunate that the shape of his head was naturally good-looking.

He Yuxuan sat down, one leg propped up on the chair, the other hanging down naturally. He took out the ointment he’d brought from the hospital, warming and spreading it in his palm. Then, bending over, he methodically massaged it into the bruises on his thigh.

Forced to wear a mask of pain, He Yuxuan looked inexplicably aggrieved. Anyway, with no one around, he didn’t have to pretend.

Since transmigrating, he had often reminisced about the past, even more so now. At first, it was longing for the luxurious life. Now, he was thinking: If it were before, Sister Chen, his parents, they would all have been worried sick if he got hurt, even for a small cut like a sliced finger, let alone now.

During that month or so in the hospital, He Yuxuan had also gritted his teeth and gotten through it alone. The original owner had no close friends, and his parents at home were far away; he didn’t want to make them worry.

His thoughts returned to reality.

For convenience, He Yuxuan hadn’t worn his pajama pants.

After all, according to his understanding of the plot, the Protagonist Gong should be at the library now, not returning to the dorm until closing time. And the plot convention dictating that the main characters inevitably had conflicts together determined that the Protagonist Shou would only appear around the Protagonist Gong.

So, the moment the dormitory door was pushed open, He Yuxuan was still utterly dumbfounded.

He didn’t know whether he should put those pants on or not.

It wouldn’t normally be a big deal since they were all guys, but-but-but it was just so weird. And the look in the newcomer’s eyes was even weirder, damn it!

Almost instantly, Chu Ci’s gaze drifted from those two long, pale legs to a certain generous package in that area. It wasn’t his fault; he was born with the ability to grasp the key points.

And born with the ability to not hide or cover up his intentions.

Tsk, quite unexpected. Such an innocent face paired with that…

Chu Ci at least didn’t let a certain male celebrity’s bare legs keep airing out in plain sight; he eventually closed the door.

Just when he felt the person seemed somewhat familiar, He Yuxuan had already remembered him. After all, there weren’t many kids driving luxury cars on the road.

What a coincidence. The randomly picked person he’d envied was actually the protagonist of this book. He Yuxuan was no naive fool; he now knew that this person should be one of the main characters, Chu Ci.

But this completely defied logic. If the Protagonist Gong was supposed to be at the library at this time, why was the Protagonist Shou here!

The main point was, he was really on edge right now.

And a mere kid’s gaze was surprisingly unnerving. He couldn’t still be holding a grudge about this afternoon’s blocked path, right…

“Oh…” Chu Ci was a noble person who forgot things easily, but that didn’t include handsome men. He sighed lightly with unspoken meaning; he had already recalled.

Thinking of something, he didn’t leave. He just leaned by the door and asked He Yuxuan curiously, “You’re Tang Yi?”

That roommate of his, rumored to be handsome and someone who loved studying at the library.

The guy in front of him was the legendary Academic God of their department, Tang Yi?

But seeing him now, calling him handsome was an understatement. Chu Ci carefully examined his future roommate’s face several times but still couldn’t find any flaw.

Just… his looks were pretty killer. His front profile was even better than his side profile. As a face-connoisseur, looking at him was naturally quite pleasing to the eye.

For some reason, Chu Ci was quite satisfied with this chance encounter.

However, when he asked this question, the one puzzled wasn’t only He Yuxuan, but also another person.

When Tang Yi emerged from his own bed area, He Yuxuan jumped in fright.

Damn, he had had no idea someone was there all along.

He just knew the law of main characters inevitably being in the same scene couldn’t possibly fail.

“I am Tang Yi,” Tang Yi spoke calmly. He had just finished packing his books and was preparing to go eat after skipping the dinner rush.

Hmm?

Chu Ci took a couple of steps inside, finally able to clearly see Tang Yi’s face, which was backlit.

How to say it? Indeed, he was a handsome guy, and his aura was very proper. But at this moment, Chu Ci naturally didn’t feel much impact, and was thus somewhat disinterested.

“Chu Ci.”

Meanwhile, He Yuxuan took this opportunity to quickly grab his pajama pants and put them on. He finally understood what the role of cannon fodder was.

Once fully covered, his sense of security instantly maxed out. He Yuxuan recovered his male celebrity mindset, even though he might have lost quite a bit of face just now…

“Then who are you?” Chu Ci asked He Yuxuan again, looking perfectly at ease.

Honestly, He Yuxuan hadn’t expected this. He thought he would be treated as background scenery.

Tang Yi also looked at He Yuxuan with confusion. This afternoon, an unfamiliar stranger had barged into the dorm and sat in his original roommate’s chair, which he had already found a bit strange.

“Hello, you two. I’m He Yuxuan, just came back from the hospital.” This last sentence was directed at Tang Yi in explanation.

In his memory, the original owner had interacted with the Protagonist Gong for a few days, but the confused look in the other’s eyes clearly showed he didn’t recognize him. To avoid being mistaken for a thief or something, He Yuxuan could only temporarily speak a few more words than them.

Heh, just this once.

The aura of the Protagonist Gong and Shou was indeed different from regular university students. It didn’t feel at all the same as it did with his wardmate Zhang Xiangdong. He Yuxuan felt as if there were two walls in front of him.

Truthfully, this was the first time He Yuxuan had encountered such kids. Generally speaking, the attitude of those rising stars in the entertainment industry towards him was like a younger brother meeting his older brother.

The surprised look on Tang Yi’s face vanished almost before it fully surfaced.

“Okay. Well, I’m off to the cafeteria now.”

Just as described in the book: aside from his studies, he was indifferent to everything else. Roommates, naturally, were included.

Young Master Chu Ci’s bed was, of course, opposite the Protagonist Gong’s, and the furthest diagonal distance from He Yuxuan’s.

He had long ago sent someone to set up his things.

At this moment, the cool boy, dressed all in black, lounged in his chair with his legs crossed, fiddling with his phone. Who knew what he was busy with? The expressions on his face shifted unpredictably, but one could tell he was in a good mood.

He Yuxuan, wearing his blue T-shirt, poured himself a glass of water using his new blue cup. Normally, having matching things would make him happy, but now, in front of outsiders, it inexplicably made him feel rather childish. In front of the main characters, whose maturity exceeded their age, it seemed even more childish. And on top of that, this haircut was explosively, invincibly childish.

He was indeed unsuitable for communal living…

But hold on, shouldn’t the plot dictate that Chu Ci was supposed to be displeased by Tang Yi’s attitude, and then go to the cafeteria together, and then this and that!

“Are you the one who got beaten up and sent to the hospital?” In the silent air, a certain young master suddenly asked.

He Yuxuan felt they weren’t exactly close. Was it really okay to dig up someone’s dirty laundry so soon…

He glanced at the languid-looking youth, maintaining his aloofness and saying nothing.

“Wanna eat?” Chu Ci checked his watch and asked again.

He Yuxuan thought he was finally leaving. His thin lips parted to utter a few words: “The cafeteria food is terrible.” His voice was cool and refreshing, just like him—super heat-relieving.

If the hard-to-get-close-to Protagonist Shou was asking him, then thanks but no thanks.

Although, in a sense, it was also what he truly thought. A certain male celebrity had never eaten cafeteria food.

“Not eating at the cafeteria. Change your clothes, let’s go,” Chu Ci chuckled lightly, standing up from his chair with swift decisiveness.

Oh, so he really was asking him.

Was casually inviting an unfamiliar roommate to dinner just the style of a young master? He Yuxuan was starting to not understand.

Half an hour later, he was sitting in the passenger seat of the luxury car he’d been yearning for.

Actually, it was pretty comfortable too.