Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 152: Treating the Dormmates

Chapter 152: Treating the Dormmates
Even though the pants were a bit loose, they couldn’t hide how straight and long his legs were.
He pushed his bangs up and tucked them under his cap.
From under the brim, a bit of his smooth forehead showed and below it were his beautiful eyes and brows.
The key point was that Rong Xingyu’s posture was perfect.
He stood tall and straight in the formation like a young poplar tree.
No matter who looked over, their eyes would land on him first.
It wasn’t only other freshmen, even the school media ers loved taking photos of Rong Xingyu.
Pictures of him in military training had already climbed through countless threads on the school forum.
Many seniors even came to see this year’s "most handsome freshman."
Of course, if they hadn’t shown up with cold watermelons, iced drinks, popsicles, and sun umbrellas, the new students might have welcomed them more.
Rong Xingyu had no idea that on the very first day of military training, he had been given a nickname, Little Poplar.
And the nickname wasn’t only because he stood tall.
There was another very important reason, Rong Xingyu was really fair-skinned.
Why didn’t he get tan?
No one knew how many girls, while frantically reapplying sunscreen on their arms during break time, stared resentfully at Rong Xingyu’s two white arms that was white like two pieces of lotus root.
It was so unfair!
Did he have some secret whitening technique? Some magical sunscreen?
But when a girl finally couldn’t take it anymore and went to ask him, Rong Xingyu only blinked his eyes in confusion.
Then he told her with honest sincerity.
"I never used sunscreen. I really can’t recommend any brand to you."
The girls: I want to cry!
Of course, some people who used sunscreen as an excuse to ask for his contact information were also politely rejected.
Very soon, on the forum, the title most handsome freshman gained a new adjective and that’s the cold and most handsome freshman.
Ye Shiyuan even saw a delicate-looking boy walk away sadly after being rejected by Rong Xingyu.
He couldn’t help thinking: So this is what it means to attract both men and women.
He had finally seen it for himself.
He wondered if the man in Rong Xingyu’s boyfriend knew how popular his boyfriend was at school.
...
In the end, the freshmen had no choice but to accept the harsh reality: there really was someone who did not get tan.
Because after two full weeks of military training, Rong Xingyu not only didn’t get darker, he somehow looked even fresher and fairer, like a crisp baby cabbage.
Then they looked at themselves, skin dry and dull from being roasted under the sun, like wilted leaves!
Liaofang University’s military training had always been strict.
After two weeks, even the usually energetic Ye Shiyuan looked completely drained.
When Rong Xingyu saw Ye Shiyuan lying lifelessly on his bed, he had just opened his mouth to speak when Ye Shiyuan let out another heavy sigh.
That sigh sounded like he no longer had any attachment to the human world.
Rong Xingyu: ...
He cleared his throat and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No," Ye Shiyuan sighed again. "Is this really the kind of life modern college students are supposed to live?"
He turned sideways on the bed and looked at Rong Xingyu standing below. His voice held a bit of resentment, Why do you look like you’re not tired at all?
Rong Xingyu touched the tip of his nose in slight embarrassment.
In fact, he felt that the intensity of military training was actually okay.
It was just that Ye Shiyuan and the others probably hadn’t suffered much before.
Being thrown straight into long-distance drills all of a sudden would naturally make them feel exhausted.
With Ye Shiyuan staring at him so miserably, Rong Xingyu forced himself to say, "I—I’m also really tired. Maybe it just doesn’t show."
"I knew it! No one can escape the claws of military training!" Ye Shiyuan looked as if he had received great comfort and even his voice sounded more energetic.
Seeing Ye Shiyuan acting so dramatic and pitiful, Rong Xingyu couldn’t help laughing.
"Alright, the military training is over now," Rong Xingyu comforted him. "Being able to hold on until the end means you’ve already won."
"That’s right!"
Feeling encouraged, Ye Shiyuan suddenly clenched his fist and punched the air.
But the movement was too big and he instantly pulled at his still sore and swollen muscles.
"Hiss—!" That sharp, sour pain!
Ye Shiyuan’s whole face scrunched up and he hugged his arm while sucking in cold breaths nonstop.
Rong Xingyu looked at his pitiful state: "..."
He quickly stepped forward and tapped the railing of Ye Shiyuan’s bed, trying to distract him.
"By the way, didn’t I say I would treat you guys to a meal? How about tonight?"
The moment he heard the words "treat you to a meal," Ye Shiyuan’s attention immediately shifted.
He even forgot to cry about the pain.
He pushed himself up on the bed and leaned toward Rong Xingyu.
"Really?"
A bright smile spread across Ye Shiyuan’s face, but he still pretended to be modest with fake politeness: "That’s... not really necessary, right?"
Rong Xingyu checked his phone, then smiled with his eyes curved. "What’s unnecessary? I already booked the place. We can go straight there later."
"Woohoo!" Ye Shiyuan cheered loudly, looking nothing like the weak, half-dead version of himself from a moment ago.
But in the end, Ye Shiyuan still insisted that next time, if he had the chance, he would treat Rong Xingyu and the others too.
"When I get a girlfriend," Ye Shiyuan said with a silly laugh, "I’ll bring her along and treat you all to a meal, just you wait~"
Rong Xingyu nodded with a smile.
Right now, only Rong Xingyu and Ye Shiyuan were in the dorm.
They didn’t know where the other two had gone.
Rong Xingyu sent a message in the dorm group chat about treating everyone to dinner and Ye Shiyuan even tagged the others.