When Yan Chiyu received the call, he had just put his luggage away. He was the last to arrive; his other three roommates had already made their bedding and installed blackout curtains, ensuring excellent privacy.
They probably went to the supermarket together to buy daily necessities; none of the three of them are in the dorm.
Ming Yixiu looked around, realized something, and began to offer himself to Yan Chiyu as a bed curtain: "Junior brother, do you need a bed curtain? I'm very good at it."
"..."
The image of a gentle, refined, and handsome man in a long robe and mandarin jacket in Yan Chiyu's mind had collapsed. However, he lost his composure for only a moment and quickly regained his composure. Looking at the bouncing man, he asked, "What do you want?"
Getting this close is as obvious as Sima Zhao's intentions.
"Just say what your purpose is, don't hang around in front of me. I've said I don't need to make friends."
Anyone with a modicum of sense would have slunk away long ago after hearing Yan Chiyu's words. But Ming Yixiu pretended not to leave and shamelessly kept asking, "Can you really just say it? Really?"
The boy took two steps back, widening the distance between them, leaned against the desk, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a cold tone, "Speak."
"Junior, you really are Yan Chiyu, right? I mean, you really are that one from the Yan family, right?" Ming Yixiu leaned forward, his usually gentle and smiling eyes now filled with an unprecedented madness, his gaze burning with a intensity that seemed to want to devour Yan Chiyu.
"I do have a purpose."
"..."
"Master Yan, could you please sign your autograph? I've admired you for a long time!"
Whether it was psychological or not, Yan Chiyu felt an urge to break through the window and jump away when he looked at his smiling face.
"Don't laugh at me, but I'm your fan. Idol, please give me your autograph!" Ming Yixiu's star-struck expression was genuine. He even carried his notebook and pen with him, rummaging through them and stretching them out to Yan Chiyu.
Just then, the phone rang.
Yan Chiyu glanced at the screen.
The fingers holding the phone stiffened.
"Idol? Idol? Look at me, I... Didn't you tell me to just say what I mean?"
Yan Chiyu straightened up, swiped his fingertip across the screen, and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
He was even a little scared, afraid that the SIM card, which he hadn't used for a year, would be recycled and then given to a different owner.
"Where are you?... Don't go away, I'm coming to find you."
"Coward?" Yan Chiyu's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was restraining something. "Wu Yue...?"
The girl's voice was as calm as ever, even a little domineering, "Give me your address."
Yan Chiyu opened his mouth, "Jinghua University, School of Business dormitory building."
"Wait for me downstairs."
"I……"
Before the boy could finish speaking, a busy signal came from the other end of the communication network.
Ming Yixiu, being quite sensible, waited for two seconds before asking, "Idol?"
Yan Chiyu turned his head and glanced at Ming Yixiu, whose eyes were full of expectation.
"I never sign autographs."
"You're the first one."
"?!"
Such a domineering CEO-style statement...why is it so swoon-worthy?!
Ming Yixiu clutched his notebook tightly as Yan Chiyu tossed him out of the dorm room. As he turned back, the door slammed shut behind him. The boy walked past him and strode towards the stairwell.
Wait a minute, the step our idol took just a second ago...was he actually...was he planning to jump off a building?
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As a paper figure
I shouldn't have cried.
But I'm so happy, so happy I want to cry.
The master is back! The master is back!
...
...
Ah, I have to hold back.
I want to be the second little paper doll that clings tightly to its master.
Yeah.
Let's save the first hug for a pitiful-looking father like Yan.
—From "Cuihua's Grudge Diary"
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