Cāi Cāi

Chapter 31: Act V: Avenue Q (3)

Yao Yin's pajamas didn't fit well, with the pants and sleeves rolled up several times. He raised his hand and stretched his waist lazily, exposing a beautiful collarbone.

Tan Yiming's gaze involuntarily stayed on his fair skin for a while, but quickly shied away.

He stared, "Your pajamas ..."

"What's wrong?" Yao Yin looked down at the old-fashioned checkered pajamas he was wearing. "George took it out of his closet and said that it had just been washed."

When he said this, his eyes became alert. The young man carefully lifted his collar with his fingers and brought it to his nose, hesitating and carefully smelling it again—Yao Yin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fragrant, smells like detergent."

"Yes, it has just been washed." Tan Yiming said, "Xiaorui visited the dorm a few days ago. In order to leave a good impression on her, George cleaned the dorm inside out several times and threw out eight bags of trash. His laundry card was maxed out."

"That should be it." Yao Yin shrugged. "It was inconvenient for me to sit on the rug in jeans to play games, so he turned over his pajamas."

Yesterday, Nintendo released the new work Legend of Zelda. Yao Yin tripled the price and snatched a set from the market, and immediately rushed to clear the game with George. Because it was late, Yao Yin did not return home, instead opting to play with George well into the night.

Now, Yao Yin had faint dark circles under his eyes. He was holding a cup of black coffee in his hand and pouring it down his throat like he was drinking plain water.

On the table was a bowl of steaming congee with preserved eggs and lean meat, along with a few refreshing side dishes. Cut fruit was placed on a dish with a few buttered slices of bread stacked beside it.

"..." Tan Yiming was a little surprised. "You've made all this?"

"How is that possible?" Yao Yin held up his beautiful hands that looked like works of art. "I am an artist. These hands are used to play the piano, thank you."

"..." Tan Yiming thought faintly. Ten minutes ago, he seemed to hear the doorbell. "These are the takeaways you've ordered? How much, we'll split with you."

But Yao Yin shook his head: "No need for money."

"You don't have to be polite. You've ordered takeaway for me and George as well, so we should share in the cost."

"I really don't need money," said the young man. "This was prepared by my chefs, and the butler drove it over. The money is already paid for in their wages and it is clear."

"..." Okay, sorry, he underestimated the power of money.

"But I didn't expect your place to be so broken down." Yao Yin complained. "As soon as the sun set, the room was as cold as a refrigerator. George had wanted to turn on the electric heater, but as a result, the electricity tripped as soon as it was plugged in. Our two hours of hard work on the game was unsaved and disappeared, just like that."

Tan Yiming was quite used to the electrical outage: "The dormitory allocated by the school is like this, although it is small and shabby, it is very cheap and suitable for poor students like us. In fact, shouldn't you have a special game room in your house? Why didn't you just call George directly to go to your home? He would definitely have been happy to play games in a warm cozy environment.

Yao Yin unexpectedly put down his coffee and stared at him with a smile.

"Tan Yiming, are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?" Yao Yin raised his eyebrows. "If it wasn't for an excuse to enter your house, why would I, a 'So-dog' play Zelda with George, a 'Nindo'???"