The next morning.
Some guests woke from unconsciousness.
Some guests' eyelids kept drooping, and they nearly fell over.
Some guests felt hot, ragged breaths against their ears.
Something occurred to Jian Ran, and his eyes flew open. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Yanting's faintly smiling face.
He instinctively drew his neck back, stumbling over his words. "Y-you're up pretty early!"
Lu Yanting propped his head on one hand, a lazy curve to his lips. "Mm. I always wake up early."
Jian Ran sat up, his expression a little unnatural, though he forced his voice to remain calm. "Sorry, I forgot you've been plagued by nightmares for years."
As he spoke, he swung himself off the bed without using the ladder, his movements light.
Bai Jingchuan, who had just gotten up and was rubbing his eyes, happened to see it and paused.
Had he trained?
Parkour?
How come I never noticed before?
He'd be pretty suited to action scenes.
He was somewhat dismissive, but inwardly, he had to admit that those clean, efficient movements, like someone professionally trained, somehow added a sharp edge to those soft features.
His bearing was quite different from Zhong Fanrui's, a unique style of his own.
It was actually rather... attractive.
At that thought, Bai Jingchuan's expression shifted. He coughed softly and climbed down the ladder. "Showing off first thing in the morning? There aren't even any cameras here."
"You think your fans can see you?!"
His tone was mocking, but Jian Ran did not even look at him. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he casually pulled on some sportswear and made to leave the dorm room.
"Where are you going?" Lu Yanting poked his head out from the bed and asked.
A trace of displeasure showed on his