Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Sheng Congye quickly made up an excuse: "He said he saw a pair of nice sneakers and wanted to buy them but didn't have the money. I said, 'What's it to me? It's not like I can't afford them.'"

Tao Wei: "..."

Personal attack? You're a liar, bro.

Is this what Senior Tao Wei was talking about? Chu Zhuo had his doubts, but since they weren't close, he couldn't figure out why Sheng Congye would lie to him. So he said enthusiastically, "I can lend you money, Senior. How much do you still need?"

Tao Wei winked at Sheng Congye: Look, little Ji is beautiful and kind-hearted.

He played along with Sheng Congye's attempt to shift the blame, replying, "It's okay, we should spend wisely. If I really buy it, I'll be broke next month. Compared to that, I don't really want it."

He sighed inwardly: Sheng Congye, you should be grateful to have such a good roommate like me.

Sheng Congye inexplicably recalled what Tao Wei had said when he first entered the room.

She was indeed very fair-skinned and delicate. Her stamina for dancing must be quite good; perhaps she could last a long time. Was her whole body fair-skinned...? Her thoughts wandered further and further away. The man suddenly slapped his head, forcibly clearing his mind of the filthy thoughts.

It's only our first meeting, Sheng Congye, wake up!

So... I'm actually a super-duper rogue?

Chu Zhuo was startled by his sudden "self-torture" and hesitantly pointed to his head with his index finger: "Brother Ye, are you alright here?"

"It's nothing, I'm perfectly fine." Sheng Congye ignored Tao Wei's teasing gaze and tried to maintain his usual composure. "Hello, Ji. Calling you 'junior' sounds too formal. May I call you Chu Zhuo?"

Tao Wei: "...?"

Don't act like you're really close; you've only just met.

Tsk tsk, Brother Ye, I didn't realize that you'd been rejecting all the confessions from men and women for the past two years without hesitation. Turns out you were playing the love-at-first-sight game and taking the pure love route.

However… if it's Ji Chuzhuo, then it's completely understandable.

True beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin. He has excellent bone structure, possessing all the best features, and is widely recognized as a top-tier beauty.

Chu Zhuo: "Sure."

Watching his friend Ye Ge manipulate the naive junior, Tao Wei lamented with heartache, "The world is going to the dogs! People's hearts are no longer what they used to be!"

A caring message from Chu Zhuo: "Senior Tao Wei, are you feeling unwell?"

Tao Wei's lips twitched, but Sheng Congye glared at him and waved his hand sadly: "It's just college students acting crazy all the time. Oh, by the way, you can call me Brother Tao Wei, no need to call me senior, anyway we're not in the same major."

Chu Zhuo said, "Can I call him Brother Wei? It's similar to Brother Ye, otherwise we'll have to treat him differently."

"Please don't, it's okay, Xiao Ji, you can treat her differently." Tao Wei was moved but refused, and when he found Chu Zhuo's eyes were clear, he secretly cursed himself for his muddled thinking.

"Oh, Brother Tao Wei," Chu Zhuo called out.

Sheng Congye blocked their view and glanced at the pajamas the boy had laid out: "Are you going to take a shower? Hurry up, the lights will be out soon."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Tao Wei exaggeratedly pointed at him and said, "Oh my, Bathing Bro."

Sheng Congye: "...Are you sick?"

Tao Wei: "I don't know, anyway, I'm not in a hurry to take a shower."

Sheng Congye: "..."

After teasing her, Tao Wei sat up straight: "Brother Ye, you didn't fall for her at first sight, did you? I've said before that I'd be interested in Xiao Ji if she weren't a guy, but that was just a thought. Are you really interested?"

Sheng Congye frowned slightly: "You're tempted?"

Tao Wei's lips twitched slightly: "..."

You really know how to pick up the key points! You heard only this one sentence from such a long string of words?

"Yes, I like him, it was love at first sight." Sheng Congye admitted frankly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "He... how can I put it, every part of his face is exactly my type."

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of my body.

Tao Wei was taken aback, rubbing his chin with his fingertips: "Wow, I didn't realize you were so love-struck?"

Less than twenty minutes later, Chu Zhuo came out after taking a shower.

Tao Wei was playing a game, while Sheng Congye had a book open on the table, his eyes glued to it.

In fact, as soon as he heard the door open, Sheng Congye kept glancing at the balcony, and it wasn't until that slender white arm pushed the door open that his gaze returned to the book in front of him.

"Reading so late at night, Ye-ge really loves studying." Chu Zhuo glanced at him and saw him straighten up in the blink of an eye. She didn't quite understand, but praising him was never a bad idea.

Tao Wei, whose game had just ended, was speechless: "...???"

He swore that this guy wasn't like this three minutes ago.

The truth is, when Sheng Congye heard the shower water stop in the bathroom, he immediately raised his hand and randomly picked up a book from the small bookshelf above his head and opened it.

If either of them is bold enough to lift the book's cover, they'll find the title is "100 Ways to Cook Home-Style Dishes," a story of a sports student's transformation into a master chef.

Chu Zhuo leaned over with a slight sway and asked, "What are you looking at, Brother Ye?"

Sheng Congye reacted with extreme sensitivity, realizing that his actions had hurt someone. He hurriedly explained, "You came too close so suddenly, it startled me."

I could clearly smell the fragrance wafting from the boy a while ago. Was he using peach shower gel? It smells so good.

Stop arguing... I'm a pervert.

Sheng Congye had become quite adept at cursing himself.

Chu Zhuo didn't approach again: "Oh, sorry, Brother Ye, I'll ask you first next time."

"That's not what I meant." Misunderstanding that this thing couldn't be kept overnight, Sheng Congye quickly said, "You can read my books as you like. You're already sitting close by. It's my problem. I'm being too sensitive. I feel guilty."

Chu Zhu chuckled: "It's not a serious matter, Brother Ye, don't be nervous. I'm not angry. We need to communicate if there's a problem. You've already explained it, why wouldn't I believe you?"

Sheng Congye pursed her lips, gazing at the boy's smiling face.

After his shower, he felt incredibly refreshed and hydrated, as if the steam from the bath had lingered on his body, and his hair was still damp.

Sheng Congye went to get a hairdryer: "Let me dry your hair for you. Sleeping with wet hair at night will give you a headache."

Tao Wei, standing to the side, was again speechless.

Huh? Bro, you weren't like that before... never mind, Ye Ge isn't the same Ye Ge anymore, he's now a love-struck guy with Ji Chuzhuo on his mind.

Sheng Congye had a buzz cut before the start of the school year, but after more than half a month without cutting it for the competition, he now has nearly a centimeter of thick, hard black stubble.

During his freshman year, Sheng Congye had a short haircut, about four or five centimeters long. After a semester of training, every time he took a shower, the water droplets from his hair would drip onto his body. He was too lazy to use a hairdryer, and it was too much trouble to make a special trip to get a haircut. So during the winter break, he finally found time to go to his usual barbershop near his home and got a buzz cut.

It's said that a buzz cut is a test of a person's looks, and Sheng Congye's face completely withstood it. He completely captivated everyone the following semester, and the campus confession wall once again saw a surge in admirers.

Chu Zhuo has been exhausted from military training for half a month. Tonight, he went out for dinner and enjoyed the hospitality of his roommates. He thought to himself, "University dorms aren't as scary as my classmates say. They're quite easy to get along with."

It took longer to blow-dry this hair than usual.

"Brother Ye, are you done yet? My neck is so tired." Chu Zhuo poked Sheng Congye's arm with her hand, her pajamas tilted, inadvertently revealing half of her collarbone.

"...Almost done, just a little bit more."

The soft black hair between his fingers had long since dried, and the brief touch almost gave him away. Sheng Congye's voice became hoarse, but the hairdryer concealed it well.

From his vantage point above, he looked like a drug addict, peering in little by little...