Game Consoles

The next morning, Si You slowly opened his eyes. The bed was so comfortable, and the fabric against his skin was soft and smooth, making it easy to sink into it. He rolled over and rubbed against it, burying his head deeper beneath the covers. Perhaps that movement triggered some mechanism, because scattered fragments rushed into his mind without warning.

"How was that? I was awesome, right?"

Si You instantly sobered up, nearly springing out of bed!

Fuck... Si You swiftly curled himself into a shrimp. No, what exactly had he been doing every time he got drunk lately?!

There was a crackling burst before Si You's eyes, and then he remembered that Jiang Tingxu had helped him last night... helped him...

If I find a lake and jump into it now, can I go back to my original world? Si You considered it seriously.

Click—

The bedroom door made a soft sound. Si You desperately burrowed farther under the covers, then froze.

Steady footsteps approached, followed by Jiang Tingxu's amused voice through the blanket. "Alright, get up and eat. We still have to go to the set later."

"You go out first!" Si You struggled. "I need to shower!"

Jiang Tingxu indulged him. "Alright."

Hearing the footsteps retreat and the door close again, Si You paused for a moment before resignedly crawling out of bed. He smoothed down his messy hair, looking utterly dead inside, as though he had just lost five million. But when he put on his shoes and looked up, he discovered Jiang Tingxu standing by the door with his arms folded. He had never left.

Si You shakily raised a hand. "You..."

Jiang Tingxu promptly made himself scarce. "Hurry up. The porridge's getting cold."

"Jiang Tingxu, are you seriously this childish?!" Si You's roar was