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Chapter 113 Yan Nuoya Moves Dormitory (4600 words, two chapters combined)

Thursday, cloudy.

He slept in late, a rare occurrence for him, and didn't arrive at the studio until the morning. Pushing open the door, he found Yan Nuoya already seated in her usual spot, the same pure white mug still in front of her.

Since the studio was established, Yan Nuoya has almost always arrived earlier than him and left only slightly earlier.

In terms of the amount of time he spends in the studio, he may not be able to compare with Yan Nuoya.

Neither he nor Yan Nuoya had classes today. Coincidentally, the Su sisters also had no classes. But they didn't come today.

The lively scene of the five of them running around the coffee table yesterday still seems like yesterday, but now only he and Yan Nuoya are left in the studio.

That makes sense, though. It's a studio, not a place where you clock in and out.

Given that, it's perfectly normal for them to stay home and lie around all day since they don't have classes.

However, they are not seen in the group chat or on the game platform today.

Something must have happened.

As Mo Xiangwen thought about it, he couldn't help but yawn again, his eyes narrowing.

I took a nap this morning, but I still feel sleepy.

"You seem to be feeling sleepy a lot lately." Yan Nuoya glanced at him, her brow furrowing slightly. This was the third time since he sat down. "Are you not sleeping well?"

"I wouldn't say." Mo Xiangwen rubbed his temples. "I just have a lot on my mind, and I can't fall asleep even when I lie down."

"If you're really sleepy, lie down and rest for a while."

Mo Xiangwen shook his head without moving, and instead asked, "Tomorrow is the weekend again, right?"

"Ah."

"Bai Shishi and the others probably won't come on the weekend."

"Maybe?"

He turned slightly towards her: "How do you think the environment compares to your dorm room?"

"...The studio is definitely quieter," Yan Nuoya replied. It's quieter than the dormitory at night when no one's around.

During her lunch break, she has been mostly in the studio lately and rarely takes a nap.

To put it another way, although Su Mengyao is somewhat lively, she is not a noisy person.

Needless to say, Su Mengli is always very careful about her volume when she speaks.

She paused, looked up at him, and asked with a hint of uncertainty, "You...you want me to move into the studio?"

Sure enough, Yan Nuoya could guess his thoughts perfectly as soon as he revealed even the slightest hint.

Mo Xiangwen nodded readily: "Yes. Look, there's air conditioning here, and the sofa isn't small either."

"The bed in the dorm is not even as wide as these two sofas put together, and it's definitely not as comfortable to lie on as this sofa chair."

"As for the bathroom..." He paused, unsure how to begin.

“The school has public bathrooms,” Yan Nuoya said, lowering her voice, “and they’re single rooms.”

“Yes.” Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief and continued, “If you really don’t like it, I can find a professional to renovate the bathroom a little.”

"Is it appropriate?" Yan Nuoya asked, her surprise tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Which teacher would specifically check the restrooms?" Mo Xiangwen waved his hand: "By the time they find out, we'll probably have already moved away. Once everyone's gone, there'll be no way to find them."

"However, the space is small, and there aren't many changes that can be made, so it may still be inconvenient to use."

Moreover, they might be able to move out in two or three months, at which point the renovations would be a waste of time.

However, two or three months is not a short time.

Given Noah's personality, she's probably still quite resistant to going to public restrooms, so it wouldn't be a problem to renovate the bathroom to make her more comfortable during this period.

Seeing that Yan Nuoya didn't speak, as if she had listened, she even nodded slightly.

Mo Xiangwen continued, "Then think about it? I'm going to take a nap first." He added, "If you decide to move, I'll go with you to the dorm to get your things."

Even though he said that, he felt there was a 99% chance she would agree; it just depended on how long she took to consider it.

"Let's go," Yan Nuoya suddenly said.

"Huh?" Mo Xiangwen was a little confused and didn't react immediately.

"Didn't you say you'd come with me to my dorm to move my luggage?"

"Huh?" He looked at her, slightly bewildered. "So soon?"

"Is that not allowed?" Yan Nuoya looked at him, her tone still calm.

She had actually had similar thoughts before, but she immediately dismissed them.

At the time, I felt that living in the studio was not appropriate, so I didn't think about the feasibility of it further.

Now that Mo Xiangwen has brought it up himself, this previously shelved idea has become clear again.

After all, her application to live off-campus had just been rejected by the school, and continuing to live with her roommates was hardly a pleasant experience for her.

Although living in the studio can be a bit troublesome, it's much easier to overcome than dealing with dormitory issues.

"Fine, since it was my idea."

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Mo Xiangwen accompanied Yan Nuoya to the girls' dormitory building. He greeted the dormitory supervisor on duty. The supervisor's gaze swept over Yan Nuoya beside him, and the wariness in her eyes immediately relaxed.

With such a pretty and familiar-looking girl by his side, this guy probably won't cause any trouble.

Besides, it's quite common here for guys to help girls move things or fix their computers.

The aunt waved with a smile and readily let them pass.

Yan Nuoya's dormitory was on the third floor. Pushing open the door, she found only one roommate inside, applying lipstick in front of the mirror. Hearing the noise, the girl immediately turned around, a perfectly curved, standardized smile instantly spreading across her face.

"Noya's back?" Her roommate's voice was half an octave higher than usual, with a hint of deliberate lightness. His gaze swept lightly and quickly over Mo Xiangwen before finally settling on his face.

"Who is this? I've never seen him before."

Yan Nuoya showed no expression, only gave a faint "hmm," and walked straight to her bed at the back.

The bed was neatly made, with nothing but white pillows and light gray sheets.

Mo Xiangwen followed behind, his gaze sweeping over Yan Nuoya's area.

Yan Nuoya had an astonishingly small amount of belongings; apart from essential living items, there was nothing superfluous.

Next to her open suitcase were several neatly folded clothes, including a white dress he had seen once before.

The desktop only has various types of books and a laptop.

There was nothing else besides that.

Even though Mo Xiangwen didn't understand the girl's position, he still felt that her things were really simple.

"Excuse me, handsome, what's your name?"

Her roommate didn't approach; he just stood there, leaning slightly forward, his smile still bright, but his gaze subtly shifted between Yan Nuoya's indifferent profile and Mo Xiangwen.

"Are they...good friends with our Noah?"

Her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a subtle hint of guidance.

Yan Nuoya couldn't hide her roommate's little scheme from her, but she didn't care much about it.

Yan Nuoya was putting a gray sweater into a box when she heard this. Her movements were fluid, and without even looking up, she said calmly, "Yes, boyfriend."

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, then understood. He immediately gave his roommates a polite smile: "Yes, he's Yan Nuoya's boyfriend. He came with her to pack some things. Thank you for taking care of her during this time."

For a fleeting, extremely subtle moment, Mo Xiangwen's smile froze on his roommate's face, so quickly that he almost thought he was seeing things.

Then, she laughed even brighter: "Oh my! Boyfriend? Really? Noah, you didn't say a word!"

Her tone was full of "surprise," and her voice was even a little higher than before.

Her gaze, however, was fixed on Mo Xiangwen, her probing intent deepening. When she glanced at Yan Nuoya, a complex light flashed quickly in her eyes: "Packing your things? What are you doing...?"

"We're moving dorms." Mo Xiangwen said succinctly, bending down to help Yan Nuoya pick up the books from the table, and said apologetically, "Sorry, we're in a bit of a rush."

"Oh...moving things..." My roommate's tone finally softened, and her smile faded slightly.

She blinked, as if trying to process the information: "Noah's moving out... Oh, I see. Well, congratulations?"

The last two words were spoken rather lightly, carrying a somewhat ambiguous and unclear meaning.

She didn't press the matter further and sat back down in front of the mirror. However, the gaze reflected in the mirror would occasionally and undisguisedly fall on the two people who were tidying up.

As Mo Xiangwen put the books into the box, he sighed silently to himself.

No wonder Yan Nuoya said that no one bullied her, but she also didn't like staying in the dormitory.

Such a thick mask-like feeling is indeed something she can't handle, nor does she like to handle.

If one or two more roommates were like this... he could already understand how eager Yan Nuoya was to move out.

If it were him, even if he could manage in this environment, he wouldn't feel happy.

The two quickly packed their things and walked out of the dormitory with their suitcases, their roommates' deliberately amplified sighs still audible.

They went downstairs and walked out of the dormitory building together.

Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Yan Nuoya, and said with emotion, "No wonder you don't like staying in the dormitory."

Yan Nuoya, carrying her laptop bag, simply hummed in response.

Although Yan Nuoya's expression wasn't obvious, he could still tell that she seemed relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

The two walked in silence for a short while before Yan Nuoya whispered, "Actually, I can understand them. They may be good people too... but I don't want to be like them. It's too tiring."

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and her fatigue was clearly visible, almost tangible.

This was the first time Mo Xiangwen had heard the word "very tired" so clearly from her mouth.

"It's okay, we've already moved out." Mo Xiangwen pulled Yan Nuoya's not-so-heavy suitcase and said casually, "If all else fails, we can sneak out and rent a place. At most, the teacher will just scold us when they catch us."

Yan Nuoya chuckled and shook her head, not answering his question.

The two returned to the studio together, and Mo Xiangwen casually placed the box in an empty corner and stretched his shoulders.

"Shall we clear out some space first?" He looked at the coffee table in the center of the room.

Yan Nuoya nodded gently, walked to the coffee table, and reached out to hold onto one side.

No further words were needed. Together, the two of them smoothly moved the wooden coffee table to a position against the wall. The space that was freed up immediately felt much more spacious.

Next up is the movable sofa; only the outermost one needs to be moved.

He walked to the dark blue sofa and placed his hands on the back of the sofa.

Yan Nuoya tacitly walked to the side of the sofa and offered a helping hand. Together, the two pushed the sofa against the wall, fitting it snugly against another dark blue sofa that was already against the wall, leaving only a narrow gap in the middle.

A simple but spacious "bed" was thus created.

"Give it a try?" Mo Xiangwen gestured with his eyes.

Yan Nuoya didn't say anything, walked over, and sat down on the edge of the pieced-together sofa.

She didn't curl her legs up; instead, they hung naturally on the ground. She gently leaned her back into the soft cushion, feeling the support and space.

She nodded almost imperceptibly. "Okay." Her voice sounded slightly lighter than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.

Should I put your laptop on your desk for you?

"Well, please."

Mo Xiangwen didn't bother her anymore and returned to his seat to watch some videos.

After all, most of the items in the suitcase are quite private, so it's better to let her pack them herself.

Yan Nuoya got up and walked to the corner to open her suitcase.

After taking out her usual daily necessities, she deftly took out a few books. After looking around, she couldn't find a good place to put them, so she had to come over here and put the books on the table.

But there was already an Ibrahimovic, a notebook bag, and a white mug on the table.

It was already quite an achievement to be able to fit these three things in, and the already limited space on the desk now felt even more cramped.

Seeing her hesitation, Mo Xiangwen simply said, "If not, just put it here with me."