She would inevitably find a way to move out of the dormitory and rent a place outside.
The rent around the school wasn’t cheap—at least four or five hundred a month.
Adding utilities like water, gas, and electricity, the expenses would put some pressure on Song Qiuyu’s family finances.
Perhaps she could try extending an olive branch to her…
The success rate shouldn’t be low.
At this moment, Song Qiuyu was still lying in bed in the dormitory.
“Ugh…”
After a long while, Song Qiuyu woke from her sweet dream, stretching lazily and rubbing her eyes that refused to open.
As she stretched, her disheveled white pajamas rode up a bit, exposing her fair, flat stomach to the air.
The enthusiasm of her fans last night had given her considerable motivation and momentum.
In her dream, she saw her short videos becoming wildly popular, and wherever the whole dormitory gang went, they would meet fans.
“Hehe, that’s really great.”
Recalling the feeling of being adored by fans, the corners of her mouth curled up sharply.
Especially since Jiang Xiao had also become more outgoing in this atmosphere of being cherished, reverting to the bright and handsome university bully he once was!
All their accounts were thriving in the short video world!
Still smiling, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, quickly rubbing her temples and the aching spot.
Hangovers were brutal; the price was high.
Although it was a rare weekend and she had drunk last night, causing some discomfort from the hangover, she didn’t just lie there resting.
After rubbing a few times, she threw off the covers, grabbed her phone, and was about to get up.
She had to hurry and write the script, then leverage the new support she had gained last night to pull the fangirls into the Commercial Order Group and talk about the script.
At that moment, a vague memory flashed through her mind.
It was about Jiang Xiao’s information, very fragmented.
But she easily caught two keywords from it.
“Renting a place,” “moving out” — the combination was obvious. Jiang Xiao had taken the lead in moving out and renting!
“Uh, why?”
Song Qiuyu scratched her head and thought about Jiang Xiao frequently having nightmares and hiding in the bathroom to relieve Little Jiang Xiao’s pressure.
Suddenly, she understood.
Right, probably Jiang Xiao’s too shy, so he thought moving out was better?
That was the only explanation she could think of.
But this was likely not a bad thing.
With Jiang Xiao taking the lead to move out, when she proposed moving out later, it wouldn’t raise suspicions.
Plus, she could copy his homework and see what excuse Jiang Xiao used to move out, then imitate him!
Good, very good.
She tapped the back of her phone with her fingertip, thinking that to clarify the rest of the information, it was necessary to take another look.
Without hesitation, she opened her phone’s QQ.
Switch account.
Hmm?
Seeing the small QQ account page of Shen Xi with a conspicuously new status, Song Qiuyu’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“High as a kite…”
This…
Her brain’s program was responding.
—If the program is closed and thinking stopped, it would lead to sudden death.
She snapped back to reality, leapt up, and—bam!—her head unfortunately hit the ceiling hard.
“Ah!”
She let out a painful cry.
The sound immediately woke the two roommates on the opposite beds.
They sat up quickly and turned their heads toward the noise.
“Qiuyu, are you okay?” Lin An was the first to speak.
“Uh… it’s nothing, just bumped my head. Ouch, it really hurts.”
Song Qiuyu rubbed her aching head, holding back tears, and looked back at her phone screen.
Truly, misfortune never comes singly.
If Jiang Xiao saw this, Shen Xi’s coffin lid definitely wouldn’t stay shut!
She anxiously and warily glanced toward the bed next door.
She had made such a loud noise, yet the other bed was strangely still.
Confused, she first switched her status back to invisible, then quietly moved over and stretched out her arm.
Song Qiuyu took a deep breath, sweat beading on her pale forehead.
She lifted the curtain on the bunk bed slightly and saw no trace of Jiang Xiao on the other bed.
Not just the bed—there was no movement under the bed either, meaning Jiang Xiao had already gone out.
Song Qiuyu stared blankly at the empty bed for several breaths before collapsing against the wall, utterly disheartened.
Her complexion drained; she looked like a plain stone sculpture, slowly slumping down with her expression lowered.
Her gaze fell on the phone screen, feeling like a shipwrecked passenger clinging to a single piece of driftwood.
Survive or perish, it was a gamble.
She hoped Jiang Xiao hadn’t seen it!
Biting her lip, her heart raced uncontrollably, every nerve on edge.
If Jiang Xiao had seen it, he would definitely message her next.
She had promised Jiang Xiao that if she survived the surgery room, she would get back together with him—so Jiang Xiao would 100% arrange to meet her!
After meeting, there was no doubt she’d be caught.
Even if modern makeup techniques were practically witchcraft, Jiang Xiao had already seen her in female disguise…
No matter how she thought about it, if she dared to go, she would definitely be caught on the spot.
Jiang Xiao would tear off her fragile disguise and drag her to a hotel.
Just when the storm hit, after the rain and wind passed, only chaos and water stains remained.
A naked girl would lie on a man’s strong chest, her body covered in the mottled marks of indulgence.
The man kissed her face, cupped it, and murmured:
“Xi’er, do you know? You’re really… so seductive…”
To death.
If she really were Xi’er, she could accept it.
But the problem was, she wasn’t.
She was Song Qiuyu.
May the Bodhisattva bless her that Jiang Xiao didn’t see it.
Song Qiuyu covered her face with both hands, struggling for a long time before habitually composing herself.
She took a deep breath, gripped her phone without any trace, lifted the bed curtain, and headed to wash up.
The dormitory door creaked open.
Jiang Xiao had come back.
Just as she was about to head down the stairs, she instinctively turned to look at the door and froze.
“Song Qiuyu, perfect timing. I have something to discuss with you.”
Jiang Xiao’s expression was the same as usual—cold and indifferent, his voice calm.
“Okay.”
Song Qiuyu swallowed hard, her heart racing wildly.
In her panic, she even started thinking: why not just keep Shen Xi as the “bad woman”? If her “resurrection” was discovered, so what?
She could still ignore Jiang Xiao.
She might even expose that she was just toying with his feelings and play the villain.
As long as her identity wasn’t exposed, it wouldn’t matter how angry Jiang Xiao got.
He couldn’t crawl through the internet wire to find her, right?
The playful words of online netizens couldn’t be taken seriously.
Meanwhile, Xie Zhuran and Lin An, already up and washing their faces on the balcony, both poked their heads inside, curiosity sparkling in their eyes.
“I searched online for related cosplay costumes; they all look pretty good. Which one do you like?”
Jiang Xiao fiddled with his phone and then handed it to Song Qiuyu, who had just slipped on her slippers and walked over.
“Ah…”
Looking at the various Tifa cosplay costumes on the phone screen, Song Qiuyu paused for a moment before snapping back to reality.
She carefully and deliberately looked up at Jiang Xiao, hesitating as she licked her lips.
Her jade-white toes gripped the sole of her slipper tightly.
So it was just this.
Judging by Jiang Xiao’s reaction, it didn’t seem like he had discovered Shen Xi was still alive—truly a fortunate escape in misfortune.
But no wonder it was Tifa—the figure was absolutely top-tier.
The requirements for a coser’s figure were sky-high.
This was definite; she was about to bloom and bear fruit.
Even though it was fake fruit, just thinking about it was still so… tantalizing.
This fake chest was probably bigger than Keqing’s or Lady White’s from before…
The only relief was her butt was curvy enough, so no need to pad it.
“What cosplay costume? Song, are you going to cosplay again?”
Xie Zhuran’s shocked voice suddenly rang out.
“Oh?”
Lin An clearly showed interest as well.
Jiang Xiao glanced at the two roommates on the balcony, who were peeking inside, then calmly looked back at Song Qiuyu, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Don’t even think about it. This is just for Jiang Xiao to see, after all, it was a request Jiang Xiao promised for a social gathering!”
Quick-witted, Song Qiuyu shut down the two roommates’ curiosity with one sentence.
Then she shyly pursed her lips and slid her finger across Jiang Xiao’s phone screen, searching for a less revealing cosplay costume.
First off, Tifa’s original outfit wasn’t really suitable—the super short shorts below were too risky!
It would expose that Little Qiuyu was no longer around.
Xie Zhuran, disappointed, pulled his head back and jokingly accused Jiang Xiao of hogging it all to himself.
Though it was a joke, Jiang Xiao really did seem to be a bit selfish.
Lin An smiled and shook his head, sighing.
He had long guessed that Song Qiuyu would have to pay some price.
But the price was just one cosplay.
It shouldn’t be too hard for her.
After all, the requester didn’t seem like someone who would deliberately make things difficult for her.
Jiang Xiao definitely wasn’t that kind of person.
Because he was the kind who would deliberately make things difficult.
He lowered his brows and smiled, then swiped the screen back to the page Song Qiuyu had just scrolled past and opened it.
“Updates come fast, but with all the changes, the original skin is still true love.
Song Qiuyu, what do you think?”
Of course, these words were Shen Xi’s original comment on Tifa’s skin.