It was 11 a.m. when Shi Qian returned to his dormitory after completing the registration procedures. He found the dormitory building and room number displayed in the school's student life system and found the place where he would live for the next four years.

Shi Qian only brought one suitcase and a few clothes; she would buy other bedding and daily necessities when she arrived at the school.

He pushed open the door to room 407. Someone had already arrived, and he could hear them talking even before he went in.

The dormitories at Beijing University are four-person rooms with bunk beds and desks underneath. The two beds on the left were made up, while the two on the right were empty.

Beds are not assigned; it's first-come, first-served. Shi Qian wasn't picky and just randomly chose an empty bed while dragging her suitcase.

Zhang Xuanshan was the first to arrive. He was a local from Beijing and lived nearby, so he arrived early and finished settling in early, then sat down to wait for his new roommate.

Han Zhuojing was the second to arrive. The neighboring province wasn't far, but he took the train, which wasn't as fast as flying. He set off the night before, so he was still a little later than Zhang Xuanshan.

Zhang Xuanshan was an enthusiastic and outgoing person. He started chatting with Han Zhuojing non-stop, while Han Zhuojing was a slow starter and was a little intimidated by Zhang Xuanshan.

But since it was only the first day he moved in, and they would be living together for the next four years, he didn't want to make the situation too awkward.

She replied with a few lukewarm words amidst Zhang Xuanshan's barrage of greetings, indicating that she was listening.

Shi Qian dragged her suitcase into the dormitory, and Han Zhuojing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhang Xuanshan saw that a new roommate had arrived, he immediately went up to him enthusiastically and leaned against the bedpost next to Shi Qian's desk.

"Hey, new roommate, my name is Zhang Xuanshan, I'm a local. The guy behind you is Han Zhuojing, he's from Hecheng. And you, are you Shi Qian? Where are you from?"

Shi Qian was somewhat surprised. Although the system showed his roommate's name, there was still one person in the dormitory who hadn't arrived. How could Zhang Xuanshan be so sure that his name was Shi Qian and not someone else?

It was probably just a guess. Thanks to Fu Xiuhan, Shi Qian had become tolerant of overly friendly people and thus quickly accepted the fact that she had such an enthusiastic roommate.

"Yes, my name is Shi Qian, and I'm from Yan City."

"Wow, that's very far! It's from south to north! That's amazing!"

"Why did you only bring such a small suitcase? Where are your blankets, pillows, sheets, and other personal items?"

Shi Qian didn't know what was so special about it, but he didn't plan to ask. He just wanted to put his things away and leave, since he didn't have much to pack.

I saw these for sale when I passed by the dormitory building, so I just went downstairs to buy them, which was quite convenient.

"I didn't bring any, I'll buy some downstairs later."

"No way! You're new here and easily fooled. The prices downstairs are all high, don't buy them."

"After dinner, I'll take you to another place this afternoon. It's cheap and the quality is good, the price-performance ratio is super high. Don't go downstairs to buy it, it's not worth it."

"And household necessities, pots and pans, I'll take you to buy them then. Trust me, I won't rip you off."

Shi Qian wasn't in a hurry, thinking that having someone take care of it would make things easier, as they could help carry it back later.

Shi Qian nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

He planned to sit for a while before going out. Yan Zhengming knew that he had been admitted to the Beijing Music Association and told him that he must come to the Music Association to visit the elderly living alone as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to rest in peace.

Shi Qian had just arrived in the capital and didn't have much to do, so he accepted Yan Zhengming's invitation to dinner.

Once everyone was present, Zhang Xuanshan repeated what he had just said to Han Zhuojing to Shi Qian.

"Hey, do you know who else is in our dorm?"

"Yan Ge! Top star! I never dreamed I'd sleep with a top star!"

"You know Yan Ge, right? I was so happy when I saw it on the system! All my relatives and even the dog at the entrance of the neighborhood are asking me for Yan Ge's autograph!"

"What have I done to deserve being in the same dorm as a top star? As the saying goes, being near the water tower gives you a head start. Look, I brought all his albums and posters that I've been hoarding at home, just hoping to get an autograph!"

Who is Yan Ge? I don't know him.

Shi Qian doesn't pay attention to information online or the entertainment industry, so naturally he doesn't know Yan Ge.

Zhang Xuanshan was puzzled by Shi Qian's indifferent reaction. Wait a minute, could Shi Qian be a hater?

Zhang Xuanshan hesitated for a moment, but still stammered, "Shi Qian, you wouldn't...you wouldn't be a hater of his, would you..."

"I don't know it, I've never heard of it."

Zhang Xuanshan was stunned by this answer. No way, Shi Qian doesn't know Yan Ge?

Han Zhuojing was also somewhat surprised. He was a casual fan of Yan Ge, and even he, living in a small county under Hecheng, had heard of Yan Ge's name. How could Shi Qian not know him?

Yan Ge has become incredibly popular across China in the past two years, appearing on the Spring Festival Gala twice in a row. From eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old toddlers, who doesn't know Yan Ge?

However, Shi Qian comes from Yancheng, which may be a small county under Yancheng with underdeveloped internet access, so he may have difficulty getting online.

Then I remembered that Shi Qian came alone, without her parents, and with only such a worn-out little suitcase, so her family might not be well-off.

Zhang Xuanshan was afraid of hurting Shi Qian's pride, so he dared not continue discussing the topic of Yan Pavilion.

He said somewhat awkwardly, "It's okay. You look like a good student who studies diligently. It's normal not to recognize you...it's perfectly normal."

If they don't know each other, they're just strangers. Strangers are better than haters, so Zhang Xuanshan felt relieved.

He's a die-hard fan of Yan Ge; if he were in the same dorm as a hater, they'd probably start arguing.

Even passersby are potential fans, so Zhang Xuanshan decided to be an excellent fan. He would definitely take good care of Shi Qian and try to bargain hard when he accompanied her shopping in the afternoon to save her money.

Shi Qian had no idea that Zhang Xuanshan was imagining so many random things. He checked the time and realized it was about time, so he prepared to go to the Music Association to have dinner with Yan Zhengming.

He carried a schoolbag and took out a notebook and a pen from it.

On his way to Yancheng, he compiled a list of essential items for freshmen. He hadn't finished writing it yet, so he was writing down whatever came to mind along the way.

"I have something to do, I need to go out for a bit."

Just as Shi Qian reached the dormitory entrance, the half-closed door was pushed open by someone outside, and Shi Qian came face to face with that person.

Yan Ge was very tall; his hair almost reached the door frame. He looked down at Shi Qian, who was holding paper and pen.

He knew there would be fans at the school, and he didn't expect his roommate to be one too. He had just arrived when this guy came over with a pen and paper wanting an autograph. He had been squatting at the door waiting for him for who knows how long.

Fortunately, only people in the same dorm can see his roommate's name on the system, otherwise he was afraid that someone would come to his dorm to block him.

Yan Ge came fully armed, only taking off his hat and mask after entering the dormitory building. Although he didn't plan to live in the dormitory, he still decided to politely come over and greet his roommates.

Yan Ge planned to be more lenient with her roommates, after all, it was fate that they were able to live together, and if they wanted autographs, she would give them to them.

Yan Ge was about to take Shi Qian's notebook and pen and sign it for his roommate, who was a fan. If his roommate wanted a personal autograph, that was also possible.

Just as he was about to pull Shi Qian's notebook away, he saw the person in front of him frown and tighten their grip on the notebook.

"Excuse me, I need to leave."