The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

After Xia Qing escaped from the bedroom, Ye Shu sat on the bed and laughed in anger.

Just then, he felt a cool sensation on his head, and a drop of water slid down his temple. He then remembered that he had just washed his hair and hadn't dried it yet when his phone rang.

He took the towel he had used to dry his hair and rubbed it haphazardly on his head.

After a whole morning of fussing around, he was a little hungry, so he thought he'd go to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

He opened the bedroom door, walked into the hallway, and asked the question coming from the bedroom opposite:

"Xia Qing, are you hungry? What would you like for breakfast? I'll make it."

The room was silent; there was no response.

Ye Shu waited a few seconds, thinking that Xia Qing had gone back to sleep, and decided to just make something by herself.

However, just as his heels left the ground...

With a bang, Xia Qing's bedroom door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, the force so great that it stirred up a gust of wind.

Before Ye Shu could react, he saw Xia Qing rush out from inside.

The awkward expression on her face had disappeared, replaced by a look of anger, and her gaze towards him carried a hint of accusation.

"Ye Shu!"

Xia Qing gritted her teeth and called out his name.

"Sister Xia Qing, what's wrong...?"

Before Ye Shu could finish speaking, Xia Qing stepped forward and grabbed his arm, which was still drying his hair. She squeezed it so hard that Ye Shu's arm hurt.

"Come in with me!"

Xia Qing didn't give Ye Shu any chance to resist. She grabbed his arm and dragged him from the corridor into the bedroom, then hooked the door shut with her foot.

The whole set of movements was so smooth and seamless that Ye Shu couldn't even see how she did it.

Ye Shu was pulled so hard that he stumbled. Before he could regain his balance, Xia Qing pushed him and he landed on his bottom on the bed, dropping the towel he was using to dry his hair to the floor.

"Sister Xia Qing, what are you doing...?"

Ye Shu looked up, feeling utterly helpless. Couldn't he even dry his hair this early in the morning?

Xia Qing completely ignored Ye Shu's question. She stood by the bed, panting heavily from her earlier movements.

She kept her mouth closed, made a sound through her nose as if she was suppressing something, then reached out and slapped the thing she had been holding onto Ye Shu's chest.

"Ye Shu, tell me, what is this?!"

She tapped her fingernails on the hardcover notebook.

Ye Shu looked down and saw their notebook. The open page was the one Xiao Nuan had shown him: "Preliminary Survey Form on Ye Shu's Data-Driven Assessment of His Favorability Towards Each Personality."

Ye Shu immediately understood what Xia Qing was angry about. He rubbed his chest, which was a little numb from being slapped, and sighed.

"Oh...it's all because of you."

"I?"

Xia Qing's eyebrows stood up very high:

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"How is this none of your business?"

Ye Shu looked up at her, her expression saying, "How dare you ask?"

"If you hadn't written that sentence in your notebook, 'Who do you think Ye Shu likes more?', would Xiao Nuan have been so serious, insisting on making such a... survey report, and even forcing me to score each of you one by one?"

He paused, then added;

"You know Xiaonuan's temper, what can I do?"

"I……"

Xia Qing was speechless at Ye Shu's words. She did indeed remember the joke she had casually jotted down in her notebook. After all, she and Ye Shu had just kissed at the amusement park that day and had even exchanged gifts in perfect unison; she had simply wanted to show off.

But little did she expect that Xiao Nuan would exaggerate the matter to this extent, and even come up with such an embarrassing yet... somewhat concerning rating sheet!

Especially after seeing the score Ye Shu gave Xiao Nuan, a mix of envy, resentment, and a sense of injustice churned within her. She was the one who provoked her first, she cared deeply about it, but now it seemed… she was the one who had been outshone?

Although reason tells her that this is childish and unnecessary, when emotions run high, who cares about reason?

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she really couldn't find any points to refute.

Should she tell Ye Shu that she's jealous? That she's upset to see Xiao Nuan get a high score? That she herself wants a higher score?

She steeled herself, grabbed Ye Shu's shoulder, pushed him onto the bed, glared at him fiercely, and commanded:

"I don't care! Anyway... you have to give me a score! Give it to me now!"

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Ye Shu's eyes with a warning look:

"You should have a pretty good idea of ​​how to play, right?"

She spoke slowly and deliberately, clearly a threat, but her voice also held a hint of anticipation and nervousness.

Looking at her fierce and menacing appearance, Ye Shu couldn't be afraid at all, because she was too guilty.

He knew Xia Qing too well. Although she always seemed dangerous, it was all just a facade. Beneath that facade lay a heart that was more straightforward, more afraid of getting hurt, and more in need of affirmation and affection than anyone else—a heart that was both proud and fragile.

Looking at Xia Qing's slightly trembling eyelashes, Ye Shu suddenly smiled. He cleared his throat and said, as if reciting an award speech:

"I understand, Sister Xia Qing... You are selfless, sacrificing your own interests for the greater good. To put others at ease and to maintain our internal harmony and stability, you didn't hesitate to actively provoke competition and inspire everyone's ambition. This noble character, this spirit of Lei Feng, this willingness to do good deeds anonymously is truly admirable."

As he spoke, he observed Xia Qing's expression.

Sure enough, although Xia Qing was still glaring at him, a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes, followed by a surge of pleasure and pride that she couldn't quite hide despite trying to conceal the compliment. Although she herself didn't understand why she was suddenly praised, the corners of her mouth just couldn't help but turn up.

See, she's really easy to coax.

Then Ye Shu changed the subject, her tone becoming more understanding and as if she had just realized something:

"So, Sister Xia Qing, you want me to... give you the lowest score, right? Like... 0 points? But I can't bear to give you 0 points, so how about 1 point as encouragement? That way, it will highlight the scores of others, make them happy, and make them feel it's fair, so that there won't be any conflicts because of the scores. Sister Xia Qing, you're so thoughtful and considerate! I understand, I understand!"

After Ye Shu finished speaking, he nodded vigorously, as if to say, "I have fully understood the leader's intentions." But inside, he was about to burst out laughing because Xia Qing's expression was truly hilarious.

She was initially beaming with pride from Ye Shu's flattery, but then it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, and she instantly bristled, as if someone had stepped on her tail.

"You know nothing!!!"

Xia Qing immediately broke down, snatching the notebook back from Ye Shu's chest and clutching it tightly to her chest, as if afraid he really would give her a 1 out of 1. Then, she asked in a fit of exasperation;

"Ye Shu! Did you do this on purpose?! Who...who got the lowest score?! I...I..."

She hesitated for a long time, looking at Ye Shu's "I understand you" expression, feeling both ashamed and angry, but the words "I also want a high score" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them no matter what.

In the end, she could only glare fiercely at Ye Shu, then turned and left with her notebook.

Seeing Xia Qing's angry expression, Ye Shu sat up from the bed and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Then Xia Qing suddenly turned around and came back, slammed the notebook on the bedside table, plopped down next to Ye Shu, pointed to the door and said to Ye Shu:

"Get out! This is my room!!!"