One word.
Just that one word — "Hmm." — landed on Zhou Xiaomeng's heart like a mountain.
She panicked instantly. What did the boss mean? Was he unhappy with her? Did he find out she used a burner account and got mad?
She didn't dare wait. Sent another message right away:
Mengmeng: Boss, thank you SO much for the gifts! I… I don't know how to thank you. If there's anything I can do, I'll definitely… definitely make it happen!
Sent it, then stared at the screen, barely breathing.
A few seconds later — finally, a reply.
Ferry Me, Not Her: How old are you?
Three blunt words.
Zhou Xiaomeng quickly answered: I'm 18, just started freshman year.
After sending, she realized it felt off. The boss spent ¥10,000 — there's no way he only cared about her age. He must want more details!
If she seemed "clueless," would he think the money was wasted and… demand a refund?
The word refund sent a chill down her spine. She hurriedly added:
Mengmeng: Um… I'm 168cm tall, 95 pounds… measurements 90‑62‑89… and I'm an E cup…
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" voluntarily reveals private body info to meet host's request!]
[Corruption Value +3!]
[Current Corruption Value: 12/20!]
Seeing that extra info, Lin Feng's eyes glinted with amusement.
This girl was very quick on the uptake — didn't even need much prompting before she sold herself out.
E cup, huh? Hmph, hadn't seen that kind of "rare item" before.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Send a photo.
Command tone, zero emotion.
Zhou Xiaomeng's heart skipped, but she didn't hesitate — dug into her album, found a selfie from a few days earlier, and sent it.
In the pic, she wore a plain white T‑shirt, chest noticeably plump, long hair cascading, smiling pure and sweet — total innocent‑but‑sexy vibe.
Mengmeng: [Image]
Mengmeng: Is this okay, boss?
Lin Feng didn't comment on the photo. Just dropped a new demand:
Ferry Me, Not Her: Leg shot.
Zhou Xiaomeng's cheeks instantly flamed red.
But she couldn't refuse — all she could think was: Don't make him unhappy!
She stood up, aimed her phone at the flower bed below her dorm, snapped a shot of her calves in the white dress, and sent it.
Mengmeng: [Image]
Mengmeng: Boss… is this okay?
Ferry Me, Not Her: Nice legs. Got white stockings?
White stockings?!
Her heart felt crushed by an invisible hand.
This wasn't normal chatting anymore — it was straight-up hints!
But with that ¥5,000 in mind, she steeled herself.
It's just wearing stockings for a pic — not like she'd lose a limb!
Mengmeng: Ah? Boss… I'm outside right now, not wearing stockings…
Afraid he'd think she was refusing, she hastily added:
Mengmeng: I have them in my dorm! Black and white! I… I'll go back now and change, then take a pic for you, okay?
Mengmeng: Please… please don't be mad… I'll definitely send it!
That last line practically begged.
Lin Feng read the cautious words and thought: That's it?
If he hadn't just tipped ¥10,000 and straight-up asked a girl he just met for leg pics, she'd probably call him a creep and block him.
Money sure made life easy.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Hmm.
Lin Feng put his phone down, feeling great.
[Current Corruption Value: 14/20!]
Getting close to completing the mission!
Just then, a creak — the 404 dorm door swung open.
A tall guy in trendy streetwear dragged a silver suitcase inside.
"Yo! Bro, you finally made it!"
Wang Hao, still glued to his game, didn't turn around, fingers flying over the keyboard. "You must be Chen Mo? Which CompSci class?"
The new guy frowned slightly, voice cool. "I'm finance, not computer science. Wrong room?"
"Nope, right room!" Wang Hao's match ended, and he spun his chair around, explaining enthusiastically. "This is a legendary dorm! Me and Fatso Zhu Dawei are CompSci, and our other roommate—" He pointed to Lin Feng's upper bunk.
Hearing the commotion, Lin Feng knew the last roommate had arrived. He pulled aside his bed curtain and leaned out with a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Lin Feng, Chinese lit major."
Chen Mo glanced at him, cold eyes sweeping over Lin Feng, a trace of scrutiny — and hostility?
He gave no reaction, just sized up his own bed.
Lin Feng's smile stiffened slightly.
This guy… didn't seem very friendly.
Wang Hao missed the awkward moment and kept chatting. "Where you from, bro?"
Chen Mo, unpacking, replied flatly, "Jiangcheng."
"Ah, you're late, man — we already ate! Lin Feng treated us to barbecue, it was awesome!"
Chen Mo's gaze swept over the greasy skewer sticks on the table, lips curling with a barely noticeable sneer.
"I just got back from Haidilao," he said, voice low but clear to all. "I don't do street food — too oily, gives me heatiness."
The lively dorm mood cooled several degrees.
Wang Hao opened his mouth, not sure how to respond. Even Zhu Dawei, who'd been glued to mukbang videos, paused mid-chew and looked at the new guy.
Lin Feng leaned on his pillow, studying Chen Mo with amusement.
Yeah, he was handsome — on par with Lin Feng — but there was a constant air of arrogance.
And… from the moment he walked in and laid eyes on Lin Feng, that subtle hostility never faded.
We're all classmates, gonna live together four years — why act so high and mighty?!
Acting cool for what?!
Chen Mo clearly didn't see himself as part of the dorm. While unpacking, he tossed in another casual bombshell:
"Oh, heads-up," still not looking up, tone full of obvious entitlement, "I have a girlfriend. She might visit often. I'll give each of you 20 bucks to go online overnight or whatever, just don't disturb us."
Then he finally looked up, sweeping his gaze over Wang Hao and Zhu Dawei like they were pitiful single dogs, oozing superiority.
"Anyway, I'll only stay a year. Next year I'm moving out, then you can do whatever."
With that, he grabbed his toiletries and headed to the bathroom. When he came back, he climbed straight into bed, swish — curtains shut, cutting himself off from the whole dorm.