Chapter 125: Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Boy Group Survival Show (7)
Heh, once Xie Jinshen gets here, he’ll be living here permanently, Cen Yu thought to himself.
On the surface, however, he gave a well-behaved nod, appearing deeply grateful to Old Gao for clearing up his confusion.
Seated on the other side, Jiang Jueming naturally caught the subtle shift in Cen Yu’s expression… He recalled the hushed conversation between Cen Yu and that man backstage, as well as their intention to make him the lifestyle assistant.
For some inexplicable reason, he really didn’t want that person to become their lifestyle assistant.
And so, leaning back against the sofa, he looked at Old Gao and remarked, “You really ought to screen the lifestyle assistant candidates carefully.”
“If someone with ulterior motives manages to sneak in…” Jiang Jueming cast a glance at Cen Yu, “…who knows what kind of trouble they’ll cause.”
“…” He heard it! He definitely heard it!
The moment Cen Yu took in Jiang Jueming’s attitude, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the guy had overheard his backstage exchange with Xie Jinshen.
Now he felt a weight lift off his chest.
He had been terrified that Jiang Jueming hadn’t heard a thing.
“That’s very true,” Old Gao nodded upon hearing this, assuming Jiang Jueming was talking about preventing fans or paparazzi from sneaking in.
It wasn’t that fans weren’t allowed, but rather that having a fan as an assistant brought far more trouble than benefits.
With the hour growing late, Old Gao wrapped up with a few more words before heading for the door. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added, “Your luggage has already been placed in your respective rooms.”
“Get some rest early.”
The moment Old Gao left, everyone in the apartment visibly relaxed.
Those who got along gathered together, while those with lukewarm relationships sat in their spots playing on their phones.
Cen Yu noticed Zhan Kongqing head straight back to his room and shut the door behind him… It seemed the guy truly loathed him.
Pondering for a moment, Cen Yu still couldn’t figure out when exactly he had offended Zhan Kongqing.
Perhaps because his gaze lingered too obviously on that room, Li Yanxiao sauntered over again. “What are you looking at?” Following Cen Yu’s line of sight, his eyes landed on the closed door.
He crooked his finger at Cen Yu. “If you don’t want to room with him…”
“Sneak over to stay with me instead. I promise I won’t tell Big Boss.”
Cen Yu looked at Li Yanxiao’s face.
A lazy smile played across his features, and as he crooked his finger, those grayish-green eyes narrowed slightly… Truly a gaze that looks deeply affectionate even when staring at a trash bin, Cen Yu thought to himself.
Li Yanxiao possessed deeply defined facial contours and prominent brow bones, giving off an illusion of intense devotion under the light.
No telling how many people had been captivated by his strikingly handsome features and signature grayish-green eyes.
“Nice try,” Cen Yu flatly rejected Li Yanxiao’s temptation.
He Ci might turn a blind eye to Li Yanxiao, but the same couldn’t be said for him.
He was indeed feeling a bit sleepy, so he let out a yawn and prepared to head back to his room to unpack… Standing up, he lazily strolled back to his room right under Li Yanxiao’s gaze, shutting the door behind him.
Once Cen Yu departed, the deliberately staged smile on Li Yanxiao’s face faded significantly.
Leaning back against the sofa, he looked down at his phone.
He only raised his head when someone drew near—
“Brother Li…” The person speaking happened to be the member paired up with him in the same room. “Should we head over and check out the room?”
Li Yanxiao remained sprawled across the sofa. Tall and broad-shouldered, his long legs looked somewhat awkwardly cramped… yet he showed zero intention of pulling them back as the member approached.
Swiping through the messages on his phone, he threw a glance at the member.
“Not going.”
“Pick whichever one you want. Just leave the other one for me.”
Back when this member had teamed up with Li Yanxiao during the show, he had already sensed that the guy was warm on the outside but cold on the inside. Still, he hadn’t expected to run into such a soft brush-off now that they had debuted as a group.
Yet could one say Li Yanxiao had a bad attitude?
Not particularly—he had explicitly offered to let him choose first, leaving whatever was left for himself without being picky.
Even if a paparazzi secretly filmed this clip and released it, nobody could accuse Li Yanxiao of acting like a diva or pulling young-master tantrums.
Yet for the member who had just asked, it was an undeniable, polite rejection.
He couldn’t fathom it.
When Li Yanxiao was with Cen Yu, he acted as if he’d do anything, so why turn into a completely different person toward everyone else?
If Jiang Jueming could hear this member’s inner thoughts right now, he would probably sneer at his naivety—
Li Yanxiao isn’t trying to get into your pants, why on earth would he bother acting sweet?!
The moment Cen Yu stepped into the room, he felt a heavy, low-pressure atmosphere.
Zhan Kongqing was silently unpacking his luggage. He had chosen the bed closer to the door, leaving the far side for Cen Yu.
“…” Well, he is the protagonist shou’s future bestie after all.
Cen Yu consoled himself. As a scumbag, it was only right for him to face the cold-shoulder condemnation of the bestie.
He was still wearing the outfit from the stage performance earlier. For stage presence, the makeup artist had applied a light dusting of body glitter over his skin.
To save trouble when leaving, he hadn’t changed clothes, simply throwing an oversized hoodie over his stage outfit.
As time passed, it was becoming rather uncomfortable.
Unzipping his suitcase, Cen Yu picked out a pullover hoodie and mid-length shorts, preparing to change out of his current clothes first.
He first slipped off the outer hoodie, but ran into a snag when it came to the stage outfit beneath—
To maximize stage effect, the back of this top was designed with intricate, layered lacing. Back when he put it on, a wardrobe assistant had helped him tie it up.
Now back in his room, Cen Yu wanted to take it off…
Only to realize he couldn’t reach to undo the layers of lacing at his back.
Tsk, what a pain.
Cen Yu thought to himself as he tried reaching behind his back to pull at the lacings, only to find that the knot had vanished to who-knows-where. To prevent the cords from snagging on the pack of the wireless microphone during performance, everything had been woven together and pinned neatly to one layer of the fabric with safety pins.
Undoing the knot blindly with his hands behind his back was practically impossible.
“…Do me a favor,” Cen Yu turned to look at Zhan Kongqing, who was organizing his luggage nearby. “Lend me a hand.”
Zhan Kongqing looked up at his words, instantly understanding Cen Yu’s predicament.
He walked over, his eyes landing on Cen Yu’s back.
Cen Yu’s top was almost entirely black, meticulously covering every inch of skin in the front without exposing a thing.
Yet the opening of the garment was positioned squarely at the back.
Running from the nape of his neck down to his waist, a two-finger-wide gap exposed his skin… As Cen Yu moved, the smooth contours of his back muscles and the deep dip along his spine were clearly visible.
Furthermore, for stage lighting effects, the makeup assistant had brushed a dusting of glitter across this exposed patch of skin.
Under the current room lights, it stood out even more vividly.
Zhan Kongqing stared at Cen Yu’s back and the crisscrossing silk lacings wrapped around his waist.
Layer upon layer of silk cords were tangled together from the long hours, turning into a tangled mess—not to mention a portion remained pinned to the edge of the garment with safety pins. It was no wonder Cen Yu had to ask for help.
Zhan Kongqing bent down, first unclipping the safety pins before carefully setting to work untangling the lacings on Cen Yu’s back.
His body temperature was naturally cool, and with the lacing tied tightly, it was inevitable that his fingers would brush against Cen Yu’s bare spine exposed in the gap of the fabric as he worked.
“Hss.” Cen Yu’s back instinctively arched at the touch.
“…” Zhan Kongqing glanced down at the ring finger that had brushed against the skin of Cen Yu’s back.
His finger twitched slightly, a touch as light as a butterfly’s wing—yet it only made Cen Yu shrug his shoulders in even greater discomfort.
