“1405, 1407, 1411… where is it, my dorm?”
I walked along the fourth‑floor corridor. It was huge, with classical crystal chandeliers hanging overhead. They weren’t just bright—the craftsmanship was gorgeous, the kind I really liked.
“It’s not here, not here either… mm, then where is it?”
I smoothed out the skirt I’d wrinkled in my earlier rush, then turned my head to glance at the rooms I’d passed. “That’s weird. After 1408 it should be 1409. Why’s it missing?”
“Mm, where is it…”
Puzzled, I kept going. In no time I’d finished walking the entire corridor, but still hadn’t seen my dorm anywhere. “So that only leaves this side I haven’t checked.”
My gaze went to the corridor’s only corner. I had no idea what was beyond it. If my dorm wasn’t there either, I’d have to go downstairs and ask that icy upperclassman.
I really didn’t want to ask her. She looked so cold and distant, QAQ.
“Icy Senpai”… that actually sounded like a pretty good nickname.
Okay, I’ll call her Icy Senpai from now on~ OVO
With that decided, I walked step by step toward the corner ahead. When I finally turned, full of anticipation, sure enough, there was a door at the end of the hall. On the plaque, the number 1409 was stamped in gold.
I didn’t know what kind of synthetic wood the door was made from, but it felt warmly smooth under my fingers. A crystal‑colored peephole was set into it, and from the outside it looked dazzling.
On the surface of the door, someone had carefully carved something like a scene from Western mythology: several women in Greek robes knelt before a temple, their faces full of pious prayer.
Staring at this beautifully decorated door, I could hardly imagine what the dorm behind it looked like.
From the handmade glass chandeliers in the corridor, to the reliefs along the walls and the painted floor tiles, everything here had been crafted with real care. It definitely wasn’t the kind of cheap, mass‑produced stuff from some factory line.
With a hint of longing, I knocked lightly, wanting to see if the upperclassman sharing the room with me had arrived. But after a moment there was no response from inside, and I couldn’t hear any other sounds.
Huh, no sound? Looks like Senpai’s not in.
I took out my student card and swiped it in front of the reader by the handle. The blue light switched to green, and the luxurious‑looking wooden door unlocked automatically.
When I opened it, a fairly spacious room came into view. Right behind the door was a small entryway for changing shoes, with a long wooden shoe rack beside it. Directly ahead was a kitchen with a stove, and a big round table for setting things on. Three armchairs with wooden armrests were neatly arranged around that table.
Sunlight poured in from the balcony at the far end, spilling over the wooden floorboards and giving them a warm sheen. Two white beach loungers were set there, facing a small side table. It didn’t feel like a fourth‑floor balcony at all, more like the terrace of some seaside resort hotel.
I hadn’t even gone down the hallway toward the bedrooms yet, but I was already frozen in place, completely conquered by all the unexpected décor in front of me.
“Whoa…”
I hurriedly kicked off my shoes and ran down the hallway in just my black thigh‑high socks. Everything outside had already shocked me enough. Now I just wanted to see what my bedroom was like.
At the very end of the hallway was a wooden door. That had to be the bedroom, the place I’d be sleeping from now on. I stopped in front of it and took a deep breath, trying hard not to get too worked up, but my heartbeat, sped up by all my expectations, just wouldn’t calm down.
Looking at the bedroom door, its carvings no worse than the outer one, a question popped up in my mind:
Why is there only one bedroom? Is it split up inside? Or am I supposed to share the same room with Senpai?
With my heart full of nervousness, I opened the door.
Two European‑style single wooden beds with high carved frames stood quietly on either side of the wall. Between them were two nightstands, each with switches for the bedside lamps on both sides. To the left and right of the door were two three‑door wooden wardrobes. Mm, don’t ask me how I know that’s what they’re called—my parents’ wardrobe at home is pretty much the same…
On the left there was also a bathroom door, currently closed. The lower half was solid wood, the upper half frosted glass. You couldn’t see inside clearly, but you could tell if someone was in there.
On the right‑hand wall was a window covered by curtains. It was the main reason the room was still fairly bright during the day. At night, once you drew the curtains, almost no light could get in.
