Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

Holy crap, a single bed?!

[Air conditioning? Private bathroom?]

These conditions are great, much better than my university dorm.

[But it wasn't anything particularly outrageous; there was no TV, no computer, just a place to sleep.]

HWG did a good job this time; they spent their money wisely.

[E God: The money from pork floss pancakes went to building dorm rooms, are you satisfied now?]

Qi Zhanming stood at the door and patted the door frame: "Alright, put your luggage away and go down for dinner. The cafeteria is on the east side of the first floor. I've saved some braised pork for you guys tonight. Meet in the training room on the second floor at 10:00 PM sharp. Don't be late." After saying that, he gave a thumbs up to the camera, turned around and went to arrange other things. His leather shoes clattered on the corridor floor tiles all the way away.

After Qi Zhanming left, the camera was handed over to Su Man.

Su Man took a step back towards the door so that the camera could capture the entire dormitory. She then took out a folded sheet of notices from her pocket, unfolded it, and read aloud: "Just a reminder to everyone, because this youth training selection involves the recording of a TV program, except for some private areas, the entire youth training base and your rooms are equipped with hidden cameras."

She paused, then pointed around the room—"However, the cameras aren't on 24/7. The production team will fully protect everyone's privacy. If we need to record specific timelines, we'll notify everyone before bedtime that night. Normally, the camera switch in your room is on the side of the bedside table; red means it's recording, and off means it's off. Don't worry, there are no cameras in the bathroom or on the balcony."

"Thanks!"

"Understood, host."

As soon as Luo Yu opened the box, the comments section burst into laughter.

At the very bottom were several vacuum-sealed storage bags containing seasonal clothing. Underwear and socks were neatly arranged in separate transparent sealed bags—clearly the work of a loving mother.

Good grief, is this a move or training?

[This guy's definitely a mama's boy; he even has a sewing kit!]

[What do you know, upstairs? This is called being prepared. You'll regret it when your socks have holes and no one's going to mend them.]

[Doesn't the base issue these things?]

[I'll definitely send it, but it's always more convenient to use the one I bring myself.]

The question is, can the kid sew it himself?

Haha, that is indeed a problem.

Li Ye was more normal, which was in line with his status as a recent college graduate.

The suitcase was opened, revealing several sets of clothes, two pairs of jeans, a jacket, two pairs of shoes—one pair of sneakers and one pair of slippers—along with miscellaneous items like a charger, earphones, and a razor. He quickly stuffed the clothes into the closet, kicked the shoes to the bottom, closed the suitcase, and pushed it under the bed. The whole process was smooth and efficient, clearly showing he was used to living in a dormitory.

This is what normal people's luggage looks like.

[The college students are playing themselves.]

[Rich guy, your suitcase is way too plain! What happened to being a factory kid?]

They're just being low-key, you know?

However, when it came to Zhao Yicheng, although the audience had been surprised many times since the show started, they were still shocked by what was in his box.

The box itself wasn't very big; it was a dusty, hard-shell box with worn-out edges. The zipper pull was held in place by a thin rope to prevent it from popping open. Judging from the style, it was at least a few years old.

The box was opened and found to be empty except for a set of commonly used spare clothes—a gray T-shirt with a loose collar from washing, a pair of black sweatpants, and a pair of faded sneakers.

There was even a noticeable glue mark on the side of the shoe, which had been glued back on, but not very neatly, with a small circle of yellowish glue residue overflowing from the edge.

Gone.

I didn't even bring extra facial cleanser or anything.

The entire dormitory was silent for two seconds.

The live chat exploded.

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

That's it? That's it?

Wow, what's this kid's family's financial situation?

[No, he's over 800 points in the King of Glory rank. He wouldn't need to do that for a casual boosting job, would he?]

What do you know? They might genuinely be broke, or they might just not want to spend their family's money.

[It brought tears to my eyes. I recognized those shoes; they were a classic Warrior style, only a few dozen yuan. It's truly heartbreaking to see them worn like that.]

Suddenly, his self-introduction about "playing professionally for money" doesn't seem funny at all anymore.

[So what if it's for money? They're forced by circumstances to make a living. How can you compare them to you bunch of armchair critics?]

I hereby declare that from today onwards, I am a ten-year loyal fan of Brother Cheng.

Zhao Yicheng was completely unaware of the comments. He squatted down, folded the gray T-shirt and put it in the closet, folded the sweatpants twice and put them next to it, and arranged the sneakers neatly at the bottom of the closet with the toes facing inwards and the heels facing outwards. After arranging them, he even wiped the dust off the shoes with the back of his hand.

He did these things with little expression on his face, his movements were light and steady, as if he were doing something very ordinary.

Li Ye watched from the side, opened her mouth as if to say something but then swallowed it back. In the end, she just silently kicked the extra pair of slippers she had brought to Zhao Yicheng's feet. "I brought an extra pair, you can wear these for now."

Zhao Yicheng looked up at him, his lips twitching slightly. "Thank you. I'll pick it up at the club later."

"Oh." Li Ye kicked the slippers back, scratched his head, and asked, "Does the club still provide slippers?"

"Yes, I saw a place to pick up daily necessities when I passed by just now."

Luo Yu had already mostly put his things away. He glanced back at Zhao Yicheng's empty cabinet, then at his own overflowing storage bags, and fell silent for a moment, a rare occurrence. The image of his mother stuffing things into his suitcase before he left flashed through his mind. At the time, he had found it annoying and nagging, but now, looking at Zhao Yicheng's pair of detached Feiyue shoes, he suddenly felt that his mother's nagging wasn't so irritating anymore.

Su Man stood at the door, the camera focused on the quiet scene inside the dormitory. She didn't urge anyone or say anything, waiting a few seconds before softly speaking, "Put your things away and then go down for dinner. Tonight's first meeting will be very important!"

The three responded, and Luo Yu and Li Ye left the dormitory one after the other.

Zhao Yicheng lagged behind, waving to his two roommates and the staff: "You guys go ahead, I have something to do, I'll be right back."

"Okay, we'll wait for you in the cafeteria." Li Ye spoke first, knowing his place, and didn't press for a reason.

"Something wrong? What could it be?"

[I'm not saying this to be mean, but Genius, you can't just go it alone from the start! As an AD carry, you need to know how to build good relationships with your teammates, understand?]

【…】

Just as everyone left the room and headed downstairs, and the live stream cameras were flashing, the director backstage, with his keen sense of smell, quietly switched the camera to keep the footage inside the room.

After making the bed, Zhao Yicheng bent down and dragged the dusty box out from under the bed. He unzipped the inner compartment and pulled out an old-fashioned feature phone from the very back.

He pressed the power button and waited for a while before the screen slowly lit up, displaying the words "China Mobile".

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down as he flipped through his contacts. There weren't many numbers saved in the contacts; after a couple of flips, he stopped at a note—"Mom."