Fortunately, it was Wang Sheng. If it had been Chen Junjie or Wu Dongming, and something had fallen into the gap of the desk, upon spotting that bag, they definitely wouldn't have asked whose it was first—they'd have just pulled it out to take a look.
An Han didn't want to take the bag out, so he had no choice but to stretch his arm awkwardly into the narrow crevice at the corner of the desk, blindly fumbling around like a blind man feeling an elephant.
"Hey! Nice ass you've got there~"
Chen Junjie's annoyingly smug voice came from behind. An Han glanced back over his shoulder, pulled out a dead cockroach from the crack, and immediately tossed it at him.
Chen Junjie yelped in shock. He'd been about to reach out and grope An Han's butt, but now he jumped backward, scrambling away: "Damn! That's so gross!"
"Not as gross as you!" An Han shot back.
He ducked back under the desk again and, within seconds, found Wang Sheng's charging cable.
Trying his best to appear nonchalant, An Han crawled back out from under the table and tossed the cable onto the desk, grumbling, "How the hell did your cable end up in such a weird spot?"
"The gap in the desk is kinda wide," Wang Sheng replied without thinking much of it, though he did find An Han unusually helpful today.
He sat back down at his computer, plugged in his phone to charge, and continued gaming.
Seeing that Wang Sheng hadn't grown suspicious, An Han turned toward the balcony. As he passed Chen Junjie, he subtly wiped the hand that had touched the dead cockroach onto Chen's shoulder.
"What the hell!" Chen Junjie yelled, raising a fist as if to hit him. An Han quickly dashed off to the balcony.
Phew—another close call avoided.
Next time all the roommates were out of the dorm, he'd have to find a new hiding spot for those women's clothes.
After washing his hands, An Han quietly surveyed the dorm, searching for any other discreet corners where he could stash his secret belongings.
The wardrobe definitely wasn't ideal—Wang Sheng dumped all sorts of clutter in there and frequently rummaged through it. If he happened to stumble upon An Han's women clothes. during one of those searches, it'd be a total disaster.
This crappy school even forced two people to share one wardrobe, and the beds were those old-fashioned bunk beds with metal frames. Back when he'd applied to college, they'd boasted about how great the dorm conditions were—turns out that only applied to the brand-new campus, which had nothing to do with him.
He also needed to help Wu Dongming find a girlfriend ASAP, so he wouldn't have to dress up as one himself.
Setting aside his worries for now, An Han sat down at his computer and opened the university's online forum, their class group chat, and department group.
Just as Chen Junjie had once done to him, he now posted publicly across these platforms:
"Hi, I'm Wu Dongming. I'm 160 cm tall, weigh 100 kg, and come from a wealthy family. Looking to recruit a girlfriend—must be pretty, sweet-voiced, and well-endowed. DM me if interested."
He attached a candid photo of Wu Dongming messily devouring a grilled chicken leg—perfect!
He wasn't sure if any clueless girls might actually find Wu Dongming attractive, but An Han figured this would at least humiliate him publicly.
Serves him right for tricking his mom into thinking he had a girlfriend by dressing up as one!
An Han chuckled to himself as he impersonated Wu Dongming online. To his surprise, a few people—gender unknown—actually messaged him privately, nearly making him burst out laughing.
"Delivery for Mr. Yan Zu!"
The dorm door swung open as the delivery guy called out. Just as he was about to set the food down, An Han hurried over: "That's me, Yan Zu!"
"Hasn't Lin Junjie's food arrived yet?" Chen Junjie turned toward the door. "I'm starving!"
"You? Lin Junjie? More like Guo Donglin!" An Han retorted habitually, grabbing his food and waving it teasingly in front of Chen Junjie. "Your humble servant Yan Zu shall feast first~"
He and Chen Junjie had never gotten along well, but these days their conflicts were limited to verbal sparring and mutual teasing.
Not long after finishing lunch, the door opened again.
This time, it was Wu Dongming.
"An Han! You little bastard—posting my photos everywhere and spreading rumors about me!"
How had he found out so fast?
It hadn't even been an hour since the post went up.
An Han froze for a moment, then turned around with an innocent, wounded expression: "But I was just trying to find you a girlfriend!"
His big, dark eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his eyebrows drooping pitifully.
Wu Dongming instinctively felt he'd wronged An Han—that "I did something nice for you and you yell at me?" look was genuinely hard to resist.
But he'd long since built up immunity to An Han's fake vulnerability. Though he couldn't explain why this particular act felt unusually potent today, he quickly pulled himself together and smacked An Han on the head.
"So you're saying I'm 160 cm?!"
"Well, duh! Should I have said you're 170?" An Han instantly dropped the innocent act, switching to an indignant tone. "Isn't posting online the fastest way to get you a girlfriend? With your height and looks, did you really think some girl in class secretly has a crush on you?!"
"Why didn't you post any of my good-looking photos?! Why'd you have to use that one of me eating barbecue?!"
Fuming, Wu Dongming shoved An Han off his seat. "Move! Delete all those posts right now!"
"You don't want a girlfriend anymore?" An Han asked gleefully from the sidelines.
"This whole thing is unreliable!"
Finding Wu Dongming a girlfriend within a single day was obviously unrealistic!
He had no idea why the system considered this the easiest task.
An Han sighed in despair.
At this rate, he'd not only have to dress up as Wu Dongming's girlfriend but would also only receive random attribute points as a reward.
He flopped onto a nearby bed, crossed his legs, and suddenly had a new idea: "How about renting a girlfriend?"
"What?"
"Rent a girlfriend! You hear about this all the time during holidays—people rent girlfriends to take home and appease their parents." An Han slapped his thigh, growing more excited by the second. "If you offer a high enough rate—say, 300 to 500 yuan a day—someone's bound to apply!"
"Well…"
"How about it?"
Wu Dongming hesitated. "Won't that get us exposed?"
As if dressing up as your girlfriend myself carries any lower risk of exposure.
An Han gave him a look of utter disdain. Wu Dongming caught it and muttered defensively, "It's different—you're free."
So you just want to get laid for free, huh?
"I've given you the solution. The rest is your problem."
An Han sprawled out on the bed, yawning dramatically as if he'd already washed his hands of the whole affair.
Wang Sheng, however, had objections: "Go lie on your own bed! You're all sweaty and lying on my blanket without even washing your feet—gross!"
"It's such a hassle climbing up there," An Han complained.
Wang Sheng was a notorious germaphobe. When they'd first moved in, he'd constantly complained about how filthy the dorm was. But his roommates' collective sloppiness eventually wore him down—no one could stand him sweeping the floor while they casually tossed sunflower seeds everywhere.
Now, Wang Sheng's cleanliness obsession was limited to his own desk and bed.
An Han deliberately stayed put, so Wang Sheng got up and grabbed his wrist, trying to drag him off the blanket.
"Don't be so stingy~ We've even slept together before~" An Han rolled around playfully on the bed. "You've already 'slept' with me—now you won't even let me lie on your bed?"
"Xiao Han," Long Xing chimed in, turning around to ask, "Didn't you just crawl into Wang Sheng's bed because you were too drunk to climb up to your own? Why does it sound like Wang Sheng's some heartless player when you say it like that?"
"He's totally a player! And who says I'm sweaty?" An Han grinned, holding his hand out toward Wang Sheng. "Sniff it—do I smell sweaty at all?"
Wang Sheng looked utterly exasperated but instinctively leaned in to sniff—and was genuinely surprised.
"You actually smell like milk?"
An Han froze, then quickly yanked his hand back. "Nonsense! I just said I wasn't sweaty!"
He hurried off to the balcony, grabbing a towel to wipe his body and get rid of that "milky" scent everyone kept mentioning.
Meanwhile, back in the room, Wang Sheng noticed that his blanket and pillow now faintly carried An Han's lingering scent.