They stood under the bed for a long time, but the "pile of mud" still didn't move.
Finally, Ji Ba mustered his courage and tugged at his pant leg, "Hello, we're in the same dormitory and will be living together for a long time. Would you like to introduce yourself?"
Jiang Chaoyuan's pants were tugged down, he lazily opened his eyes and sat up.
He said offhandedly, "Alright, start the introductions."
"Ji Ba."
"Geng Buju."
"Wang Danteng."
One by one, each repeated their own name, then waited for Jiang Chaoyuan to speak.
"Pfft..." Jiang Chaoyuan nearly died laughing. What kind of names were these—'Hit-Pat'? 'No-Lift'? 'Egg-Pain'?
"What are you laughing at? Not introducing your name, are you that arrogant? Although you do look quite handsome, this is a talent show, not just about looks; you need the skills too."
Wang Danteng didn't like his attitude. They were all newcomers, nobody was more noble than the other.
