After seeing Ning Muxuan off, Big Slacker collapsed onto the sofa as if all his strength had left him, his face full of despair ˇ△ˇ

Can life even go on like this…

“Phew~”

Qin Heng let out a long breath. After resting a bit, he’d have to get ready to head back to campus. He still had no idea how Su Chen was doing, or how the other two guys in the dorm were. Being apart for a day felt like three years, and staying in this house felt like an eternity ˇ△ˇ

After a while, Qin Heng finished packing and took a cab to campus.

“Hey, Old Qin’s back?”

The moment he walked in, he ran into Su Chen lifting a small dumbbell by the door.

“What got you into working out? Is this the power of love?”

Qin Heng had just put down his bag when Zuo Xi, their other roommate, suddenly poked his head out from beside the keyboard he’d been tapping away at.

“He’s lost it. Came back this morning and started showing off, working out like his life depended on it.”

Zuo Xi’s hair was a mess, and he looked worn-out. Next to the bright and polished Su Chen, the contrast couldn’t have been starker. Looked like he’d spent another all-nighter coding.

“Quit calling me a runt. Give me a few months to work out, and I’ll punch you right into the wall. You won’t be able to pry yourself out.”

Zuo Xi rolled his eyes at him, then turned to Qin Heng.

“Old Qin, have you had lunch? I brought you some fried rice.”

Qin Heng’s eyes welled up the moment he heard that. Th-this is what it feels like to be cared for? Maybe my life does have meaning after all ,,Ծ‸Ծ,,

“Thanks, Colonel Zuo—no, wait, Bro Xi—”

“Daddy!”

Qin Heng turned around and, sure enough, spotted a steaming bowl of fried rice on the table.

He wolfed it down. These days, eight-yuan fried rice felt more luxurious than a million-yuan feast.

As soon as he sat down, he felt something beneath him. He picked it up and saw a pair of black stockings, still faintly warm…

Qin Heng: ?

Qin Heng hadn’t quite processed it when something suddenly occurred to him. He turned and asked Su Chen and Zuo Xi.

“Where’s Young Master Feng? Did he leave these here?”

“He’s taking a shower. It’s gone quiet, so he should be out any minute.”

As soon as Su Chen finished speaking, a “woman” with delicate features and a tall, slender figure stepped out of the bathroom.

Her skin was fair, her cheeks rosy, her limbs slender. Her shoulder-length hair hung damp with droplets, falling loosely around her.

She looked just like a living portrait of “a beauty fresh from the bath”—and this “beauty” was wearing nothing but a towel around the waist.

The view of his chest was exposed—

“So sexy 😍 ×3”

The three of them rested their chins in their hands and studied her intently. This beauty was perfect in every way. Her only flaw was that her chest was as flat as a board. There was nothing there at all.

Of course, by “the view of his chest,” I mean his elegant, delicate curves ^_^

The “beauty” beside them was their fourth roommate—Feng Xun.

Feng Xun looked at the three idiots, grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and rolled his eyes at them in exasperation…

Feng Xun had a figure and face more delicate than a woman’s, but unfortunately, he had one extra thing down below that shouldn’t have been there…

That had always been the greatest regret of Qin Heng and the other two.

The three of them stared lustfully at Feng Xun without blinking as he changed, each wearing an expression more outrageous than the last.

“Are you three seriously sick in the head today?”

“What’s so interesting about a bunch of guys?”

As Feng Xun felt their increasingly perverted gazes, he wanted to punch each of them in the face.

Su Chen: “I’m talking about you, Old Qin. Wipe off your drool.”

Qin Heng: ?

Big Slacker turned to look at Su Chen, his face darkening.

“Want me to punch your head in?”

Of the three, only Zuo Xi was still watching intently.

“A dragon’s vigor, a beauty’s fleeting shadow—truly wondrous~”

“What a poem ×2”

“Simply marvelous~”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

………………

The three of them took turns chiming in.

Feng Xun couldn’t be bothered with them anymore. Once he’d changed, he gave his hair a quick blow-dry, then went back to bed and pulled the covers tightly over himself.

Only then did the trio of perverts finally call it quits.

Just as Qin Heng was lamenting the missed opportunity, he suddenly remembered the stockings.

“Young Master Feng, these stockings… are they yours? Why were they left over here?”

Feng Xun glanced up from his phone and replied.

“I lost a bet to that guy Su Chen yesterday, so I went to the night market with him in the evening. The stockings… were that pervert’s idea. It had nothing to do with me…”

Cross-dressing?

Qin Heng and Zuo Xi flew into a rage at once, slapping the table as they sprang to their feet.

“Su, you bastard! How could you have an opportunity like that and not invite your bros?!!!!”

“You sneaky little horndog 🐶! Why don’t you just die!!!”

The two of them charged at Su Chen, rolling up their sleeves and raising their fists as if they were about to beat him up.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, stop! Do I look like that kind of guy?”

Su Chen hurriedly pulled out his phone and waved it in front of them.

“What are you doing?”

“You pull out your phone to order me a coffin, is that it?”

Su Chen insisted he was innocent.

“Hey! Do I look like the kind of guy who’d keep all the fun to himself? If I get a bite to eat, my bros are getting a bowl of soup too.”

“All the private photos of our Miss Feng Xun in her black-stocking outfit from last night are in here.”

“Some of them are candid shots, too. The angles… you know what I mean. Heh~”

Feng Xun: “Disgusting.”

Qin Heng and Zuo Xi’s expressions changed the moment they heard that.

“Ahem.”

“I mean, our bro Su doesn’t seem like the type to keep all the fun to himself, right?”

“Agreed.”

“But these photos… honestly, they’re a violation of Young Master Feng’s privacy.”

“Exactly.”

“So let us hold on to them for you. If anything happens, we can help you out.”

“That’s right.”

“Send them to me privately ×2”

They chimed in together, their teamwork flawless.

After the three of them took out their phones and divided up the spoils right in front of the person involved, they went back to doing their own thing.

Zuo Xi returned to his computer and started typing away.

Su Chen pretended to pick up another small dumbbell and work out. Before long, he was congratulating himself—“You’ve worked hard today”—then flopped down and fell asleep.

As for Qin Heng, he habitually checked his messages. Sure enough, the moment he opened his phone, he saw several messages from Ning Muxuan.

“Finished your congee?”

“Have you left yet? How long until you get here?”

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering me?”

……

Qin Heng’s head started pounding. He hurriedly sent a few perfunctory replies, then tossed the annoying phone aside and sat down at the computer to play games…

A little while later, Feng Xun got out of bed, combed his long hair, walked over to Qin Heng, and patted him on the back.

“Oh, right. There’s something important I need to tell you guys.”

The other two turned around with Qin Heng.

“Go ahead, Bro Feng.”

Feng Xun straightened his clothes, then spoke.

“Tonight, I’m taking you all to an important banquet.”

“?”

Su Chen: “A banquet? You mean we’re going out to eat?”

Feng Xun looked at him in exasperation.

“It’s a business banquet for the upper crust. The invitees are the next generation of heirs to Kyoto’s major business empires, along with some young industry leaders.”

“???”

Qin Heng and the others were stunned.

Qin Heng: “A banquet like that… would the three of us even fit in?”

Zuo Xi: “A high-society banquet for successful people? I’ve only ever seen those on TV.”

Su Chen: “How high-class can it be? Don’t tell me you organized it yourself, Young Master Feng.”

At that, Feng Xun could only shake his head helplessly and wave a hand.

“I’m not that powerful.”

The other two were shocked to hear Feng Xun say that.

“Huh??? You’ve gotta be kidding! There’s someone more powerful than our Young Master Feng?”