The Beautiful Time With You - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: I’m Different from the Two of You (1)
Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric

Staring at Lin Jiage, Lu Benlai couldn’t help but exclaim with a sigh, “Boss sure is good-looking! Even I find it difficult to resist him, let alone Belle Qin!” 1
“Aren’t you stating the obvious? Don’t you know that the greatest mystery of Room 501 is which is more superior: our boss’s gaming talent or his charming looks?”
Lying on his bed in preparation to sleep, Xia Shangzhou shot back while fiddling with his phone. Suddenly, he exclaimed loudly, “Woah, Sis Yao accepted my friend request! Sis Yao said that she’d play with me tomorrow night. Ahh, Sis Yao’s voice sure is heavenly. Even her IGN is beautiful. She’s Yao Loves Ice Cream while I’m Expert of the Monkeys, both of our IGNs have four words each. We must be really compatible with one another…”
Lu Benlai: “Sis Yao? Hehe1, are you two that friendly? You’ve only just met, and you’re already calling her Sis Yao?”
Xia Shangzhou: “That’s none of your business. She’s my Sis Yao, so I’ll call her what I want. Sis Yao, Sis Yao, Sis Yao, Sis Yao…”
Sis Yao, Sis Yao, Sis Yao… Yao… Lin Jiage, who hadn’t spoken a word all this time, abruptly froze in the middle of drying his hair.
Perhaps it was because of the identical character in their names, but a face suddenly flashed through his mind—that young lady he’d met at SPK Shopping Mall after eating with his friends…
A short, slim, and delicate figure, paired with snowy skin and large eyes, her appearance was certainly exquisite and beautiful, completely unlike that emaciated lass he’d met in the past…
If Liang Mumu hadn’t told him that she was Shi Yao, he would have never dared to believe that she was the same little fiancée his grandfather had forced on him.
Beside him, Lu Benlai and Xia Shangzhou were still squabbling with each other.
This level of noise was the norm for their room, but at this particular moment, Lin Jiage found it especially unbearable.
He casually placed his towel on one of the chairs and headed for the balcony.
…
Everyone had their own personal preferences, and for Xia Shangzhou, it was the voice.
After bidding [Yao Loves Ice Cream] goodbye, he spent a moment reminiscing the various scenes they had spent together in the game, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt stirred up by [Yao Loves Ice Cream]’s voice.
Thinking of how he could spend a good time playing with [Yao Loves Ice Cream] tomorrow, Xia Shangzhou sat up and turned to Lin Jiage and Lu Benlai; the former had already climbed onto his bed, and the latter was still playing games on his laptop. He said, “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, and it just so happens that we’re the same kind of people—single dogs1. It’s not like we’ll have anything to do, so how about we spend tomorrow night playing together with Sis Yao?”
No response.
Xia Shangzhou glanced at Lin Jiage then Lu Benlai, and eventually, he decided to tackle Lu Benlai first. “Little Lailai, two hundred bucks. Take it or—”
Before Xia Shangzhou could finish his words, Lu Benlai had already replied decisively, “I’ll take it!”
Having successfully taken down Lu Benlai, Xia Shangzhou turned his gaze back to Lin Jiage and asked, “Boss?”
Lin Jiage didn’t respond.
“Boss?”
Xia Shangzhou called out once more, but Lin Jiage still didn’t speak. Thinking that the latter might be asleep, he decided to give up for the time being and try again tomorrow.
Thus, Xia Shangzhou returned to his bed, but just as he was about to shut his eyes and go to sleep, the silent Lin Jiage suddenly spoke up, “I’m different from the two of you.”
Xia Shangzhou and Lu Benlai were bewildered by Lin Jiage’s sudden words, but it didn’t take too long for them to realize that he was responding to Xia Shangzhou’s previous sentence, “… it just so happens that we’re the same kind of people—single dogs”.
Lu Benlai stood up from his laptop, ran over to Lin Jiage’s side, and asked curiously, “How are we different? What do you mean by that? It can’t be that you’ve finally graduated from being single? Who is it? Belle Qin?” 1