Fang Yinnian had always liked clean and organized spaces since he was young. Seeing that Tan Junwen had been struggling to tidy up for hours without success, he decided to help. As expected, once Fang Yinnian got involved, the four large suitcases Tan Junwen had brought were quickly sorted and organized.
Tan Junwen clasped his hands together again, this time with exaggerated respect. “Boss, should I just follow you from now on?”
Fang Yinnian replied calmly, “If you can’t find anything in the future, just ask me—I’ll help you look.”
Tan Junwen bowed again dramatically. “Thank you! Thank you! But honestly, with all these labels you’ve added, I should be able to find most things myself. If not, I’ll come to you.”
Mo Xun walked over and patted Fang Yinnian on the shoulder with a smile. “Good work.”
Mo Xun’s first impression of Fang Yinnian was that he was a gentle and quiet person—the kind of obedient student teachers love. But now it was clear that Fang Yinnian had another remarkable quality: emotional stability and inner strength.
Most boys at seventeen or eighteen were still immature—prone to impulsive behavior, emotional outbursts, or even fights when things got heated. But no matter how chaotic the situation was, Fang Yinnian could remain calm and pinpoint the key issues.
On the surface, he seemed mild-mannered, but internally he was resolute.
Earlier today, it was Fang Yinnian who had successfully mediated the argument between Tang Che and Tan Junwen. In a dormitory filled with people with vastly different personalities prone to friction, someone like Fang Yinnian—calm and level-headed—was essential to maintaining harmony.
As long as Fang Yinnian stayed composed, his teammates wouldn’t act recklessly or escalate conflicts beyond repair.
Fu Fei’s earlier comment wasn’t wrong—without Fang Yinnian here tonight, this dorm might have fallen apart.
Tang Che walked out holding his pajamas as he prepared to shower. Seeing his teammates gathered in the clean and tidy living room left him momentarily stunned. Who cleaned all this? He glanced at everyone—they didn’t seem like the type to organize anything. Could it have been Fang Yinnian?
Sure enough, Fang Yinnian noticed Tang Che’s presence and spoke up proactively: “Tang Che, I’ve organized your toiletries on the bathroom shelf—yours are on the top tier while Junwen’s are on the bottom tier. That way they won’t get mixed up and are easier to access.”
Tang Che nodded slightly. “Thanks.”
When his gaze accidentally met Tan Junwen’s across the room, both of them quickly looked away awkwardly. Having just argued earlier made facing each other incredibly uncomfortable.
Mo Xun teased them with a grin: “Have you two made up yet? Or do we need to rearrange the bathroom schedule too?”
Tang Che and Tan Junwen spoke at the same time: “Doesn’t matter.” “No need to change.”
The other three: “…”
The two “big bosses” had almost come to blows earlier, but now they seemed oddly in sync, clearly not wanting to trouble their teammates any further.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
“Who is it?” Fu Fei ran over to check through the peephole and shouted back, “Whoa! The homeroom teacher is here for a room inspection!”
“What homeroom teacher?” Mo Xun asked, confused.
“Old Xu!” Fu Fei quickly corrected himself. “Old Xu is here!”
From outside came Xu Baichuan’s voice: “I’m your manager, not your homeroom teacher.”
Fu Fei: “…”
Mo Xun stepped forward to open the door, greeting him respectfully. “Director Xu, what brings you here so late?”
Xu Baichuan walked in carrying a bag of fruit and placed it on the dining table. “I brought you something to eat and came to check how your move went.”
His eyes scanned the clean living room before he walked around to inspect the doorways of each bedroom. Satisfied, he nodded. “Not bad, not bad—everything looks neat and tidy!”
Everyone was sweating nervously.
Mo Xun had just said this wasn’t school and no one would come for room inspections. Who would’ve thought their manager would show up for exactly that?
Thankfully, Fang Yinnian had cleaned up earlier. If Xu Baichuan had seen the room in its previous state—looking like it had been ransacked by bandits—he would’ve definitely scolded them.
Xu Baichuan asked with concern, “How’s everyone getting along in the new dorm? All good so far?”
The two who had been arguing earlier didn’t dare say a word.
Mo Xun smiled and replied, “Everything’s great. We’re starting to get to know each other—we even had dinner together tonight.”
Xu Baichuan glanced at everyone with a faint smile and handed a file folder to Mo Xun. “You all did well with the move today. The ‘homeroom teacher’ is heading home to sleep now. You students should get some rest too. See you tomorrow.”
Mo Xun respectfully escorted him out. “Take care, Director Xu.”
After seeing Xu Baichuan off, Mo Xun turned back and gave Fu Fei a stern look. “Why did you call him ‘homeroom teacher’?”
Fu Fei scratched his head with an awkward laugh. “Hehe, it just slipped out! Our high school homeroom teacher used to love doing surprise room inspections at night. Don’t you think Old Xu kind of acts like that? Showing up late at night, worrying about us like we’re a bunch of problem students.”
Everyone: “…”
Poor Old Xu—it really wasn’t easy managing this makeshift team.
Mo Xun turned to Tang Che and said, “Tang Che, go take your shower first. When you’re done, come back to the living room—we need to talk.”
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A Late-Night Dormitory Meeting
A little while later, Tang Che finished his shower and came into the living room.
The sofa set in the living room was arranged in a 3+2+1 configuration. Mo Xun, Fu Fei, and Tan Junwen were sitting on the three-seater sofa; Fang Yinnian was on the two-seater; and the table was laid out with peanuts, sunflower seeds, and fruit—giving off the vibe of a proper late-night dorm meeting.
Tang Che walked past Fang Yinnian and sat on the single-seater across from him—he didn’t like sitting too close to others.
Mo Xun placed several documents on the table and said, “These are files Director Xu gave me—they include everyone’s height, weight, blood type, zodiac sign, skills, hobbies, and more. After we debut, this information will be added to our profiles on public platforms like encyclopedias. For now, let’s take a look and get to know each other better.”
It turned out that Xu Baichuan hadn’t just delivered fruit or inspected their rooms—he’d also given Mo Xun detailed profiles of all the team members.
Fang Yinnian picked up one of the files and began reading it carefully.
Among the five of them:
– Mo Xun was 19 years old.
– Fang Yinnian, Tan Junwen, and Tang Che were all 18.
– Fu Fei was the youngest at 17 but had started school early. He had already entered university at 17 and was currently a freshman as well.
Fu Fei’s university was an obscure third-tier school, and it was clear he wasn’t particularly fond of studying.
Tan Junwen, on the other hand, was attending Hua’an Academy of Fine Arts. Painting wasn’t just a hobby for him—it was something he pursued with a professional level of skill.
What surprised Fang Yinnian the most was Tang Che’s school—it turned out to be Jiangzhou’s only top-tier university.
Fu Fei also noticed this and looked at Tang Che with admiration. “Whoa, our Brother Che is a real academic genius! Isn’t Jiangzhou University’s admission score requirement pretty high?”
Fang Yinnian added, “Yeah, I remember last year’s minimum score was 550. Tang Che, how much did you score?”
Tang Che replied casually, “650.”
“…” The four of them were instantly filled with respect.
Mo Xun looked at Tang Che curiously. “An academic genius like you—how did you end up signing with Shengyao to become a singer?”
Tang Che answered in a calm tone, “I like singing.”
Fu Fei asked curiously, “Weren’t you the lead vocalist of a rock band before?”
Tang Che replied briefly, “That band broke up a long time ago.”
It was clear he didn’t want to elaborate, so no one pressed further.
Mo Xun’s university was next to Fang Yinnian’s—a film academy that ranked as a second-tier institution among arts schools. However, considering Mo Xun had spent some time as a trainee in Korea before returning to take the college entrance exams, getting into university at all was already quite an accomplishment.
Fang Yinnian had entered the vocal department of the music academy as the top scorer in cultural subjects. Coincidentally, all five of them were currently studying in Jiangzhou.
In terms of height:
– Mo Xun and Tan Junwen were listed at 188 cm.
– Tang Che was 183 cm.
– Fang Yinnian measured 181 cm.
– Fu Fei came in at 179 cm.
Upon seeing this, Fu Fei frowned and complained, “Am I the only one under 180 cm? Can I adjust my height? I’m 179 barefoot—put on shoes and I’m easily over 180! Don’t lots of celebrities lie about their height anyway?”
Mo Xun patted him on the head. “It’s just one centimeter—don’t worry about it. You’re still young; you might grow taller.”
Tan Junwen chimed in to reassure him: “Eat more over the next three months—maybe by the time we debut, you’ll hit 180.”
Fu Fei scratched his head and resolved to start doing more stretching exercises in hopes of growing taller.
Mo Xun straightened up and spoke seriously: “Alright everyone, starting today, we’re officially a team. Let’s try to be more understanding toward each other. If anyone has an issue or complaint about someone else, it’s better to address it directly rather than bottling it up.”
“As long as we’re united and face challenges together, five people working as a team will always be stronger than going solo.”
He paused for a moment before emphasizing: “The entertainment industry is complicated. I hope that we can become each other’s most trusted teammates.”
Mo Xun’s words sounded very “official,” but as the team leader, it was his responsibility to step up and steady everyone when needed.
The five of them had been hastily thrown together to form this group. Moving into the dormitory today had been chaotic, and deep down, everyone felt uncertain. Would they be able to adapt to each other’s living habits? How long could this group last? The future was full of unknowns.
But as Mo Xun said—if they stayed united in spirit, they could face any challenges ahead together.
Fu Fei was the first to nod enthusiastically. “Exactly! We’re brothers now—everything can be worked out with communication.”
Tan Junwen leaned back on the sofa, smiling warmly. “I’m a pretty lazy person, and my living habits aren’t great, so I hope you’ll all be understanding.” He turned his gaze toward Tang Che and added, “If I do something wrong, feel free to call me out directly. I’ve got thick skin—I won’t hold a grudge.”
Tang Che raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
Mo Xun continued, “And about dorm cleanliness—since the manager hasn’t assigned us a housekeeper, we’ll need to take care of it ourselves. For this, everyone should follow Yinnian’s lead.”
Fang Yinnian spoke up, “Just tidy up your own rooms regularly. I’ll handle the weekly deep cleaning. As for takeout trash, don’t leave it lying around—put it in the kitchen, and whoever’s on duty can take it downstairs. I’ll create a duty roster for everyone later.”
Fu Fei froze. “A duty roster? Isn’t that a bit strict?”
Fang Yinnian looked at him calmly. “Since we’re living together, we need some rules. Does everyone agree?”
No one objected.
With five people living together, rules were necessary. Cleaning up wouldn’t take much time, but without any structure, the dorm would turn into a disaster zone within days.
Mo Xun stood up with a grin. “Alright, let’s do a team cheer—everyone put your hands in.”
He placed his hand palm-down in the middle of the table and looked at Fang Yinnian. Fang Yinnian followed suit, placing his hand on top of Mo Xun’s. One by one, Tan Junwen, Tang Che, and Fu Fei added their hands to the stack.
Mo Xun called out their group name: “FTM.”
It was the first time the captain had shouted their team name—even if it was just in private—but the atmosphere was undeniably awkward.
The group exchanged glances before responding in uncoordinated voices: “Let’s go!” “Victory!”
Four pairs of eyes immediately turned toward Fu Fei, who had shouted “Victory!”
Mo Xun sighed helplessly. “Xiao Fei, are you trying to take us into ranked matches? What victory are you talking about?”
Fang Yinnian suppressed a laugh, Tang Che rolled his eyes, and Tan Junwen burst out laughing.
Fu Fei scratched his head awkwardly. “I’ve been grinding ranked games so much lately I’ve gone crazy. Fine—‘Let’s go.’ Should we try again?”
Everyone: “…”
Xiao Fei was clearly addicted to gaming—whenever he had free time, he was glued to his phone.
Tan Junwen casually asked, “You’ve been playing all day—what rank are you now?”
Fu Fei replied proudly, “Diamond III.”
Tan Junwen didn’t hold back as he mocked him: “What a noob. Want me to carry you to King rank?”
Fu Fei looked at him skeptically. “You’re bluffing, aren’t you?”
Tan Junwen smirked and waved his phone. “I’m a professional jungler with multiple National Server heroes.”
Fu Fei’s eyes lit up as he quickly latched onto Tan Junwen’s arm. “Whoa! VIP10! How much money did you spend on all those skins? Add me as a friend—I’m sticking with you from now on.”
Mo Xun teased him. “Didn’t you just say this afternoon that you’d be sticking with Yinnian?”
Fu Fei quickly corrected himself: “Here’s the plan—when it comes to food, I’ll stick with Brother Nian; for gaming, I’ll follow Brother Junwen; for dancing, I’ll stick with Captain; and for exams, I’ll
follow Brother Che! With so many people to rely on, I’ll go to bed smiling every night!”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Fu Fei was truly carefree, approaching problems with simplicity and often breaking into laughter over little things. But with his cute appearance and lively personality, his cheerfulness significantly lightened the atmosphere in the dormitory.
After the dorm meeting ended, everyone returned to their rooms.
Fang Yinnian sat at his desk and opened his laptop to search for something. As Mo Xun walked past, he noticed Fang Yinnian typing “BNC boy band” into the search bar, looking for the music video of the Korean song they had listened to in the car earlier.
Mo Xun had suggested that he check out the boy band’s choreography, and sure enough, Fang Yinnian had immediately started researching as soon as he got back.
Seeing how serious Fang Yinnian looked, Mo Xun couldn’t help but smile as he approached him from behind. “Yinnian, the video you’re watching is too blurry. Just log into my Bilibili account—I’ve saved many high-definition performances.”
Fang Yinnian turned around. “Are you sure it’s okay to give me your account?”
Mo Xun shrugged casually. “It’s fine. You can see everything I’ve saved—there’s nothing private.”
He leaned forward and quickly entered his username and password on the website, making sure to check the “save password” option so Fang Yinnian could log in directly from that computer in the future.
Opening his collections, Mo Xun explained, “This folder contains music videos from famous boy bands; here are the live performance compilations; and these are analysis videos from content creators. Feel free to browse through them when you have time. The folders below are anime series I’ve been following recently—check them out if you’re interested, or just ignore them.”
The young man’s deep, pleasant voice resonated close to Fang Yinnian’s ear. Looking at the wealth of resources in Mo Xun’s account, Fang Yinnian replied gratefully, “Thank you, I’ll look through everything carefully.”
Having direct access to Mo Xun’s account was far more convenient than searching for resources on his own.
Fang Yinnian began watching the videos intently. The boy bands’ choreographies were all perfectly synchronized. He thought to himself that he should ask Mo Xun for extra dance practice sessions—he was determined to keep up with his teammates’ rhythm.
—
Early the next morning, Tan Junwen appeared in the dining area with obvious dark circles under his eyes, yawning sleepily.
The table was already set with breakfast: millet porridge, soy milk, and cow’s milk, along with egg pancakes and toast.
Fu Fei was devouring an egg pancake with enthusiasm. “This is delicious! Which restaurant did you order from?”
Mo Xun replied, “Yinnian made it.”
The three of them looked up at Fang Yinnian in unison.
Fang Yinnian explained modestly, “Mo Xun and I woke up early and went downstairs to buy some ingredients. I just made something simple—hope it’s acceptable.”
Tan Junwen had a complex expression on his face. “This is the first breakfast I’ve had in six months.”
Fu Fei asked curiously, “You don’t usually eat breakfast?”
Tan Junwen shook his head. “I rarely wake up this early—getting out of bed is torture for me.” As he spoke, he took an egg pancake and took a couple of bites before giving Fang Yinnian a thumbs up. “This is really good—you’ve got cooking skills.”
Tang Che ate silently, quietly adding some of the spicy meat sauce Fang Yinnian had given him to his pancake.
Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian had woken up at 7 a.m. When Fang Yinnian mentioned making breakfast, Mo Xun had accompanied him to the supermarket to buy ingredients.
Mo Xun had never set foot in a kitchen before, but seeing Fang Yinnian working alone, he couldn’t help but offer assistance.
He couldn’t just let Yinnian do all the work by himself.
For their first time cooking together, their cooperation had been remarkably smooth—though, admittedly, breakfast was relatively simple to prepare.
The morning’s kitchen activity—the aroma of freshly cooked food—had transformed the dormitory, giving it a sense of “home.”
This change felt almost magical.
As Mo Xun was reflecting on this, his phone suddenly rang. He answered, “Director Xu… Got it, we’re finishing breakfast now. We’ll head straight to the underground parking lot to meet you after.”
The four others looked at their captain curiously.
Mo Xun hung up and explained, “Change of plans. We’re not going to the company for a meeting today. Old Xu said he’s arranged for a photographer to take group photos of us. We’ll head directly to the parking lot—the van will pick us up.”
Tan Junwen frowned slightly. “We just formed the team yesterday, and we’re already taking promotional photos? Isn’t this moving too fast?”
Mo Xun wasn’t sure either but replied, “It might not be promotional photos—let’s just follow the manager’s arrangements.”
