Chapter 22

After all, they couldn't stay in the lounge for too long. Since Chu Yu had also been in the camp for a while, he led the way for Luo Jiayu and turned around to ask him, "How are you going to solve your dormitory problem?"

Luo Jiayu had already taken off his sunglasses, looking around at the interior of the draft camp. Upon hearing this, he slowly turned his head and blinked rapidly, "Can't I sleep with you?"

"No." Chu Yu was startled by his deliberate wink, her face wrinkled into a ball of wool. Before turning around, she didn't forget to complete the reason for her refusal, "You idiot, you always grab my quilt and wrap it around yourself when we sleep. You're just like a pancake in your previous life."

Luo Jiayu lowered his eyes and rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful.

Then he asked a question, the result of his three-second thought: "Why not zongzi?"

"Because rice dumplings don't contain oil." Chu Yu readily followed suit.

"Puff." Luo Jiayu hadn't reacted yet, and his system failed to hold up.

Good at scolding.

Chu Yu continued walking ahead, and heard a question and answer between one person and one system behind him:

"Is he just like this to you, or to everyone?"

"Only for me."

"Are you quite proud?"

"Not really," Kaiping said, "I'm used to it."

There is no awareness of being criticized.

Chu Yu's system also jumped out of his mind at this time and asked, "Is he just like this to you, or to everyone?"

Are you saying it's a bitch?

Chu Yu thought about it carefully, and then gave a relatively sincere answer.

It seems that even when he is alone, he can still be very humble in front of the mirror.

"You mean he's born with talent?" The system seemed to be thinking about it.

Chu Yu nodded seriously: That’s part of the meaning.

The second after Chu Yu finished communicating with the system, someone pressed down on his shoulder, hot breath hit his ear, and then the familiar voice rang out:

"Talking about me, having a crush on me?"

The system in his brain suddenly realized as if it had witnessed an example: "He is indeed a talented player!"

Look. Chu Yu is very calm.

"But why don't you blush?"

Chu Yu continued to remain calm: I’m used to it.

"I heard what the system said to you." Luo Jiayu walked to Chu Yu's side and walked forward shoulder to shoulder with him.

However, he did not hear Chu Yu's inner voice, so does this thing sometimes work and sometimes not?

"What did you hear?" Chu Yu let him put his arm around her shoulders without turning to look at him. She just stared straight ahead and asked.

“I heard it praise me as a talented player.”

Luo Jiayu didn't pay much attention to Chu Yu's vague broadcast of his inner thoughts. He continued to push the previous topic, leaning close to the face of the person next to him and asking with a raised corner of his mouth: "So what kind of talent is this player? Social? Mind-reading? Or love?"

They chatted all the way until they saw the dormitory building was right in front of them. Chu Yu waved, and Luo Jiayu wisely put his ear close to his lips and heard him say:

"She's the talented athlete who ate eight Jianbingguozi (Chinese pancakes) in one sitting while crying the night after the first mock exam in her senior year."

"..." Luo Jiayu stood there, watching the person in front of him go into the building to find the dormitory manager without looking back, and narrowed his eyes.

"It's clearly seven, how come he can't even remember that?"

"Can it really eat seven?" The system was shocked.

On the other side, Chu Yu walked into the dormitory building very naturally, scanned his face to enter the restricted area, and was almost at the door of the dormitory manager's duty room when he suddenly stopped.

I was so happy to argue with my childhood friend that I almost forgot that he has social anxiety.

He subconsciously turned around and found that the person had followed him into the door, but because he was a step late and his face had not been recorded yet, he was stuck outside the restricted area and could not enter. He was staring at the facial recognition device with his arms folded.

Then the next second, before he could go over and scan his face to unlock the door again, some smart person climbed over the railing next to him, jumped down lightly, and walked to his side.

"Let's go find the dormitory manager." Luo Jiayu put his arm around Chu Yu's shoulders and casually greeted the dormitory manager who was glaring at him in the duty room and had witnessed everything that had just happened.

"Good evening, Auntie, have you eaten?"

Even if my aunt didn't eat, she would be full because of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Auntie, give me the key. I'm new here." Luo Jiayu smiled with his eyes curved, but it was obvious that the middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties didn't buy his trick.

"Didn't the production team assign you a dormitory?"

Luo Jiayu touched his chin: "Do I still have a choice?"

Chu Yu seemed to have suddenly thought of something and hesitated to speak, but because he was allergic to strangers, he couldn't open his mouth. He chose to hide behind Luo Jiayu and continue listening to the negotiations.

"There are two dormitories that aren't fully occupied," the dorm manager said, then noticed someone idly playing with the plush on the collar of Luo Jiayu's windbreaker. "Look, there's an empty bed in the dorm behind you."

Chu Yu froze, and Luo Jiayu's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Auntie. I don't need to take the key. We'll leave now."

Luo Jiayu grabbed Chu Yu's hand and headed out the door, but was stopped by someone behind him: "What are you doing?"

He turned around and looked at him strangely: "Go back to the dormitory."

Chu Yu was embarrassed to have a one-on-one chat with him in front of outsiders, so she had a puzzled look on her face and asked inquiringly: Is it settled?

Luo Jiayu glanced at him, then looked at the dormitory manager who had already started playing the Candy Crush game on her phone. He raised his eyebrows and eyes again and said in a loud voice: "Auntie, please help me register. I will live here from now on..."

At this point he remembered that he had not asked Chu Yu which dormitory she was in, so he reached into the pocket of the person next to him, took out a copper key, glanced at the label on it, put it back, and continued what he had just said.

"Dormitory 602, living with him. Thanks, Auntie."

Without even looking up, the dorm manager asked again, "Don't you want the key?"

"No." Luo Jiayu turned around gracefully and pulled Chu Yu straight to the stairs.

"If you had told me earlier that there was a vacant bed in your dormitory, I wouldn't even bother looking for the dorm manager." Luo Jiayu said as he dragged him all the way to the sixth floor, his excitement like a big dog that had broken free from its leash.

Chu Yu, a long-time otaku who could only take up three rooms due to old age, weakness, and disability, couldn't stand being dragged along like this. After stumbling all the way to the fourth floor, he gasped and said, "Stop, stop..."

Luo Jiayu obediently paused for a millisecond, then took the time to ask him, "How about I carry you up there?"

"No."

"hug?"

"ah?"

"anti?"

"roll."

So I continued dragging it all the way up to the sixth floor.

When they finally breathed the fresh air on the upper floors, Luo Jiayu contentedly enjoyed the wide view at an altitude of 20 meters. During this time, the two stopped at the entrance of the corridor to rest for a while, and Chu Yu poked Luo Jiayu's shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's your luggage?"

"..." Luo Jiayu was silent for two seconds, then showed an innocent smile.

"oops."

So the two resentful guys ran down the stairs again to get the suitcases. This time, Chu Yu, with a murderous look on his face, dragged Luo Jiayu, who was touching his nose guiltily, behind him.

Finally, with the dormitory manager looking at them as if they were mentally retarded, the two brothers, each holding one end of the box, quickly disappeared at the stairs.

"Fuck it." Chu Yu felt like dying. All he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat that was about to suffocate him due to the intense exercise. His mind was filled with the socially deplorable scene of being misunderstood as a moron.

I couldn't breathe, and my heart was filled with a thousand words and mixed feelings, which finally condensed into three repeated words: "Fuck it."

Nothing good will happen if you meet this stupid dog.

"If it really doesn't work," Luo Jiayu scratched his cheek, raised his eyes as if thinking about something, and when he looked at Chu Yu again, he was confident, "You sit on my suitcase, and I'll carry you to the sixth floor."

“…” The silence on Chu Yu’s face was deafening.

His expression twisted for a moment, and finally he covered his face with his hands and let out an incredible cry of despair, "Obviously, neither of us is really stupid!"

How can IQ become negative when positive is added together?

"Who can say for sure?" Luo Jiayu stood on the platform between the two stairs, one hand on his suitcase and the other on his waist, looking at Chu Yu, who was sitting on the ground opposite him, leaning against the wall to rest. "Maybe it's genetic."

Chu Yu looked up at him and said, "That's definitely not inherited from me. Did you secretly genetically evolve it without telling me?"

Luo Jiayu shook his head in disapproval: "If I had this ability, I would definitely try to braid a pigtail with three chromosomes first."

"Then you can also try using a micro hair dryer to give it big waves and become DNA's exclusive hairstylist." Chu Yu seemed to be thinking about something.

"I think pigtails are cuter."

"No, big waves look better."

"Pigtails."

"Big waves."

"Pigtails."

"Is this why you gave me that hairstyle for my senior year of high school graduation?"

"Isn't it pretty? When we pushed you out, the whole class went crazy."

"Fuck." Chu Yu's defense was broken. "I agreed to wear women's clothes at the graduation party. You must have been happy then. You are so cold and heartless. I will never forgive you. Never!"

"I'm very happy now, hehe."

“…”

“…”

"We seem to have strayed off topic."

"We really got off track."

"It's time to go."

"Let's go."

"You really don't need to sit on my suitcase?"

"roll."

Chu Yu did not help Luo Jiayu carry the suitcase for the second half of the journey. The two of them walked slowly up to the sixth floor, one in front and one behind. Chu Yu took the lead to open the door with the key, while the cold and heartless person who would never be forgiven by him followed behind him, pulling the suitcase handle.

While fumbling for the key, Chu Yu seemed to have thought of something. As he prepared to open the door, he reminded the person behind him:

"My roommates don't know you want to move in. Please wait outside the door for a while. I'll go in and explain everything to them..."

Luo Jiayu took the key from him with ease, opened the door, and stroked Chu Yu's back to prevent him from choking on the porcelain he was holding.

"I'll do it. Take a deep breath. I'm so nervous my vocal cords are getting Parkinson's."

"No, no, no, no, no."

The sound of the key being inserted into the lock quickly attracted the attention of several people inside the room. Xie Man and Jing Yan, who were originally sitting together discussing something, turned their heads towards the outside of the dormitory when they heard the sound.

The door quickly opened half an arc inward, revealing a cold and handsome, but somewhat unfamiliar face.

Luo Jiayu greeted all the curious and hostile glances with a familiar and graceful hand, uttering a time-honored greeting woven through China's 5,000-year history: "Have you eaten, everyone?"

"Hey—it's you! You looked so cool on stage today!"

Jing Yan, who was also very outgoing, quickly started chatting with the new uninvited guest with a smile on her face. Xie Man, who was standing next to her with a sullen look on his face, folded his arms, turned around and looked away from Luo Jiayu.

Bad guy. Jing Yan is such a heartless villain with dark secrets, a criminal record, and an unfathomable background. You can only judge a person by his appearance but not by his heart.

"Did the production team assign you to our dormitory?" Jing Yan asked Luo Jiayu, "I thought you would replace Li Chuan and go to his original dormitory."

"No, I asked to come here on my own initiative." Luo Jiayu said without blushing or blinking, "I feel that everyone in this dormitory is friendly. Everyone looks handsome and cute. Besides, I saw your stage live footage online and fell in love with you at first sight. I even voted for you."

Xie Man snorted - a smooth-talking, sweet-mouthed, treacherous, scheming and vicious man!

But if you really appreciate his performance...it's not impossible to call him a person of quality.

While Xie Man was still complaining in his heart, the dormitory head Jing Yan had already come over to help people move the boxes.

"It's okay, it's okay. There was an empty bed and no one was sleeping there. It was full when you came. It's just perfect."

"Thanks, brother. I'll treat you guys to dinner some other day."

As Luo Jiayu spoke, he looked for the empty bed that the dormitory manager mentioned, and finally found it on the upper bunk near the door.

He turned around and pointed at the lower bunk by the door and asked Chu Yu, "Who sleeps here?"

Chu Yu had just adjusted his breathing rate back to normal and was now slowly pouring himself some hot water: "Me."

"Excellent."

He didn't have to go through the hassle of getting along with his lower bunkmate, and could just jump straight to staying up late at night and harassing him in eighteen different ways.

"Oh shit." Tang Yanning, who was standing by the door putting on a facial mask in front of the mirror, was startled when he suddenly saw the shadow of a human-shaped pillar pressing down on his head.

"How tall are you, handsome?"

Luo Jiayu was carrying a suitcase in from the door and replied casually, "Around 1.8 meters."

"About 1.8 meters?"

"About 1.8 meters."

"About 1.8 meters?"

"1.89 meters." After the suitcase was successfully brought in, Luo Jiayu glanced at Tang Yanning, who had a determined expression on his face. "1.76 meters."

"..." Tang Yanning held the facial mask in his hand, wondering in disbelief that there had never been such a thing as rounding in your world.

Seeing that it was getting late, most people in the dormitory had finished washing up early and lay down on their beds to rest. After all, the grouping and song selection for the performance would officially begin tomorrow, followed by long and dark practice and rehearsals. It was normal to not sleep more than four or five hours a day, so they had to take advantage of the time today to get some sleep.

At 10:30 pm, Chu Yu, who had just finished listening to today's sleep playlist and was about to fall asleep peacefully, was poked frantically by a hand from the bed: "I'm so excited, let's have a long talk after a long separation."

Chu Yu opened his eyes a little, and looked straight at the bed board above his head. He looked like an old monk who was interrupted in the middle of his own salvation.

"Okay." The old monk nodded mysteriously, then suddenly pulled the quilt over his head, turned over and refused to communicate. "Let's go to Zhou Gong's place to talk. I'll go reserve a table first."

Luo Jiayu, who was on the upper bunk and had failed to poke at the tuft of hair sticking out from the quilt of the lower bunk, pouted and shrank back into the quilt.

At half past twelve in the evening, Chu Yu, who had already had three rounds of tea with Zhou Gong, was once again awakened by a snap of fingers beside his ear. He opened his eyes angrily, and with his big copper bell eyes that could be used to cosplay the King of Hell, he suddenly raised his head and glared at the bunk above him, then met Luo Jiayu's sparkling eyes.

"I'm still so excited, what should I do?" Luo Jiayu said excitedly in a low voice.

Chu Yu had no expression on his face.

I really want to poison him to death.

He frowned, climbed up with great pain and struggle, then rustled around the pillow for a while, as if looking for something.

Luo Jiayu poked his head out from above and watched as his good friend in the lower bunk took out a white plastic bottle, fished out a small light pink cube from it, and raised his hand to his mouth: "Be good and eat it first."

"What is this?"

"Rat poison."

Luo Jiayu actually opened his mouth and ate it. While chewing, he found that it tasted good, with a strawberry flavor.

Then he lowered his head again and saw Chu Yu also fed him a piece.

"Do you want to die with me?"

"That's about it." Chu Yu lay back in bed after finishing his meal. As soon as he closed his eyes, sleepiness instantly came over him. He muttered something in a daze.

"After you die, I'll follow you across the bridge, then kick you into the Forgotten River. Even Meng Po soup won't warm you up."

"That's a bit far off."

"Go to sleep quickly."

"Okay." Luo Jiayu, who had just been given sleeping pills, seemed to be still full of energy. He whispered to the person who had just made a life-and-death oath to him, "Good night."