WMSR – QT Chapter 12

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 12

By

siofra

Chapter 12

Song Junchi was feeling remarkably carefree as he pulled Bai Yichen along with brisk strides. However, Bai Yichen completely misinterpreted Song Junchi’s attitude, assuming that such a hurried departure was because his friend couldn’t bear to keep watching Su Yuanhang wave them off from behind.

Ah, of course. After all, they were predestined lovers to begin with, having grown up side-by-side like childhood sweethearts without ever being separated for such a long duration before. It was only natural that he would feel reluctant to part.

Fortunately, neither of them lacked money. Bai Yichen was already pondering whether, in the future, they ought to frequently fly back to visit during every weekend and major holiday whenever their schedules permitted.

Thanks to the escort of both sets of parents, Bai Yichen and Song Junchi’s university enrollment went smoothly without a hitch, leaving practically nothing for them to worry about. Since A University mandated that all freshmen live on campus, even though both the Bai and Song families had prepared properties in City S well in advance, they were still required to spend their first year staying in the student dormitories.

Conveniently, Bai Yichen and Song Junchi belonged to the same college and both majored in Financial Management, so Father Bai and Father Song simply put their heads together and managed to finagle the two of them into the exact same dorm room. Furthermore, because this year’s incoming class had a surplus of dormitories, the fathers made sure that the originally designated four-person dorm had no other freshmen added to it, leaving it occupied exclusively by the two of them.

Neither Bai Yichen nor Song Junchi had any objections to their parents’ arrangements. Bai Yichen simply felt that a bit more peace and quiet would be nice, while Song Junchi was internally ecstatic, feeling for the very first time that his parents truly understood his inner desires. Naturally, he kept this thought strictly buried in his heart without daring to show it. After all, he knew very well that the only reason his father made such an arrangement was because the two families were already on excellent terms, coupled with the desire for him to learn a thing or two by sticking close to the exceptionally talented Yichen. If his old man ever discovered his genuine intentions, his own biological father would probably be the first one to break his legs.

Once the dorm assignment was sorted out, neither Bai Yichen nor Song Junchi had to lift a finger to clean it—nor was there any room for them to intervene in the first place. The Bai and Song parents hadn’t just come themselves; they had each brought along personal assistants and household domestic helpers. Consequently, Bai Yichen and Song Junchi did virtually nothing other than accompany their parents for a stroll around campus. By the time they returned, the dorm room had undergone a miraculous transformation: not only was it scrubbed to a spotless gleam, but it had also received a tasteful, minimalist interior redesign, with all their accustomed daily belongings neatly arranged right where they belonged.

Since Bai Yichen and Song Junchi had arrived relatively early, a considerable stretch of time still remained before the official start of the semester. Thus, they spent the following days accompanying their families on tours around City S before finally bidding farewell to their parents.

While Bai Yichen and Song Junchi were leisurely passing the days with their families, the peak enrollment rush at A University finally descended. The previously somewhat desolate dormitory building instantly bustled with life: freshmen arriving with massive bags and suitcases, parents and relatives accompanying them for their first day of school, and senior students running back and forth to help clean the rooms—the whole scene was buzzing with fiery, bustling energy.

Right across the hall, Room 419 was at that exact moment experiencing the milestone where all roommates had finally gathered and managed to shoo away their well-meaning, naggy parents. Although the guys in Room 419 were somewhat exhausted after spending an entire day cleaning their dorm amidst crushing crowds, the prospect of finally having some private time with their new roommates and the brand-new university life awaiting them left them wildly pumped. Sharing snacks, they chatted animatedly about video games and other topics of mutual interest, looking very much like they were gearing up for an all-night conversation.

The conversation somehow drifted toward their dormitory room number. The moment that topic came up, everyone couldn’t help chiming in with unified complaints. Actually, they had wanted to complain the second they first saw the door number, but with their pure, upright parents present, they had been forced to hold it in. Now, they finally had the chance to vent their frustrations to their hearts’ content.

“Sigh, why on earth do you think we got stuck with such an unlucky room number? Four-nineteen, 419—I’m a decent, upright guy! What am I supposed to do if girls misunderstand me because of this dorm number in the future?”

“Hah, ‘girls’—we’ll be lucky if our dorm doesn’t end up getting slapped with a weird nickname. Based on my experience, special room numbers like this almost never escape the fate of becoming a running joke. Imagine us getting referred to as ‘that guy from the hook-up dorm’—how are we supposed to show our faces in public?!”

Hearing this, everyone in Room 419 furrowed their brows, donning expressions of deep grievance.

Just then, a strapping guy sitting on a bed happened to glance at the room number across the hall, groaning out loud in protest against the injustice of fate: “Look at that! How much better is the opposite dorm’s number? Four-sixty-six, 466—so smooth, so auspicious!”

At that precise moment, this remark successfully struck a chord of resonance with everyone present. They were all starting university in the exact same dorm building—how on earth did their room number fall so drastically short compared to the door right across from them? Just as the entire room was immersed in a toxic cocktail of envy, jealousy, and hatred toward the opposite dorm, a pair of exceptionally long legs entered their field of vision completely unannounced.

Chapter 7: I’m Here for School [Translator’s Note: Original text labelled Chapter 7 due to source structuring]

The guys in Room 419, who had been enthusiastically debating just a second ago, instinctively froze in place. Their gazes involuntarily traced upward from a pair of branded sneakers and impeccably tailored long trousers. Sweeping over a physique that was practically flawless, their eyes ultimately locked onto a handsome, striking side profile that seemed to radiate a cold, aloof aura all on its own.

That wasn’t even the most important part. What mattered most was that those long legs didn’t just stop in front of the opposite door, 466—their owner actually pulled out a set of keys, seemingly preparing to unlock that very door.

The occupants of Room 419 unconsciously widened their eyes.

With a soft click, the door to Room 466 across the hall genuinely swung open. Because it was situated directly opposite their own doorway, they had a crystal-clear view of everything inside the neighboring dorm. Although it shared the identical floor plan as their own room, it looked like an entirely different dimension: unlike their own dusty grey concrete flooring, the opposite room featured polished, gleaming hardwood floors. The furniture inside appeared to have undergone a deliberate, unified color-palette coordination, looking remarkably harmonious, while the items arranged on top were completely devoid of clutter. A single glance conveyed an immediate sense of orderly, refreshing comfort.

Just as they stood there staring in a daze, the handsome hunk standing outside didn’t walk straight in. Instead, he stepped aside to make room, and another pair of long legs entered their line of sight. It was a gentlemanly, refined, and remarkably handsome guy whose aura was not a whit inferior to the aloof hottie standing beside him. The two of them paused at the threshold, exchanging a few words with the extreme familiarity of old friends, before walking inside one after the other. The door to Room 466 across the hall clicked shut once more.

Translator’s Note

Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!

Bai Yichen and Song Junchi have officially moved into their custom-upgraded dorm room at A University (leaving poor Room 419 across the hall utterly flabbergasted by their VIP setup)! College life begins now. See you in Chapter 13!

Thank you so much for reading! Everything on this blog is completely free of charge, with no paywalls or strict schedules—just me translating whatever catches my interest whenever I have free time.

— Siofra