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Reaching the second floor, Chen Jing suddenly remembered that his luggage was left in the lounge on the first basement level.
Too lazy to go downstairs, he took out his phone to find Jiang Xin, who lived on the first basement level.
Sheng Kuang's villa had a sunken courtyard, and there were three rooms facing the courtyard. Although it was the first basement level, the natural light and ventilation were no different from the first floor.
Jiang Xin and Li Xiaozhou lived on the first basement level. The remaining room was Qin Yao's dance studio, with a row of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the flowers and plants in the sunken courtyard. Due to its largest space, it had become a training room.
The first floor was mostly occupied by the living room, dining room, and kitchen, with only one bedroom, which was given to Jiang Zui, who arrived last.
The rest of the people lived on the second floor.
Although the villa was quite large, each bedroom had an independent bathroom and dressing room, which resulted in fewer rooms.
After Jiang Xin brought up the luggage, Chen Jing dragged his suitcase and asked, "Where do I sleep?"
"Ah," Sheng Kuang opened his laptop, casually clicked on a recent competition video, and replied absentmindedly, "Ask Lan Bowen."
Chen Jing put down his suitcase, leaned on the door frame, and shouted towards the hallway, "Mosquito, Mosquito, Mosquito..."
The door to the adjacent bedroom opened, and Lan Bowen walked out. "Stop yelling."
Chen Jing: "Where do I sleep?"
Lan Bowen was stunned. "Except for a spare room on the third floor, there are no other rooms left on any other floor."
Sheng Kuang found Chen Jing's noise annoying. He took out his headphones, untangled the wire, and put them on. As he was about to turn up the volume with his mouse, he heard Lan Bowen's words. He stopped, and after two seconds, he turned the volume down to the minimum.
Chen Jing didn't think much of it. He dragged his suitcase, intending to go upstairs. "You mean I'm staying on the third floor?"
"That's not what I mean," Lan Bowen grabbed him. "Besides, even if someone was staying on the third floor, it wouldn't be you."
Chen Jing looked a bit confused. "Why can't it be me?"
Lan Bowen: "What do you think?"
Chen Jing became even more bewildered. "How the hell would I know if I can't? If I knew, would I be asking you?"
Lan Bowen: "..."
When this person plays games, his mind is quite delicate, but in life, he's so dense. Earlier that evening, when they were having supper, Sheng Kuang mentioned the girl living on the third floor.
Wasn't that obvious enough?
After a two-second pause, Lan Bowen gave up on Chen Jing and turned to Sheng Kuang, who was sitting in front of the computer. "Sheng Kuang."
Sheng Kuang raised his hand, pulled the headphones off his head, casually hung them around his neck, and turned his head with an air of carelessness. "Hmm?"
Lan Bowen: "Are you living on the third floor?"
Chen Jing looked at Lan Bowen as if he were crazy. "No, Mosquito, are you out of your mind? Sheng Kuang's bedroom is the best room in this villa. Only an idiot would choose to live on the third floor instead of here."
Lan Bowen: "..."
Between the two of us, who's out of their mind?
Lan Bowen felt a slight headache and looked at Chen Jing. "Someone is living on the third floor."
Chen Jing: "I know someone is living on the third floor. Isn't it that Lin Mei Mei, who's beautiful and has a venomous tongue? I'm not asking to sleep in the same room as her, just next door. Why can't I stay on the floor above?"
Lan Bowen glanced at Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang was quietly looking at Chen Jing.
The look in his eyes sent a chill down Lan Bowen's spine. To help his friend, he cleared his throat heavily, signaling Chen Jing to stop.
Chen Jing, completely unaware that he had unintentionally offended someone, got more carried away as he spoke. "What, is she that delicate? The room next door can't be occupied, and she has to have the entire floor to herself?"
Sheng Kuang released the mouse, turned his gaming chair to face Chen Jing, and said, "Chen Jing."
"Ah?" Chen Jing responded, but not forgetting to quickly say to Lan Bowen, "Besides, this isn't her house, and she doesn't have the final say."
Sheng Kuang: "This is my house."
Chen Jing: "Of course I know this is your house."
Sheng Kuang: "If you know it's my house, why are you talking nonsense here?"
Chen Jing: "?"
Sheng Kuang looked at him. "Also, who did you just call delicate?"