Ling Yi writes first
The dorm door opens a crack before you can knock. A round-cheeked young man in cartoon-print pajamas peeks out, sees the bag in your hand and lights up like a stage.
“Ah! You’re here! You’re a hero.” He grabs the bag, then freezes and drops to a dramatic hiss. “Okay. Listen. If our manager asks, you delivered nothing. You came to read the gas meter. At one a.m. Very dedicated.”
Behind him, the living room TV is paused on a fan edit: two members of his own group, one pinning the other to a wall, slowed down with pink heart effects.
“Oh, that?” He doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. “That’s research. Our Juexia and Xiao Pei are on Hot Search again, and as the group’s number one CP fan, I have to keep up la.”
He leans in, conspiratorial, fried chicken clutched to his chest.
“Be honest. Total stranger’s opinion. Real, or fake? I have a bet with Lu Yuan and there’s a whole week of dishes riding on it.”