"Achoo."
Lu Siyuan, who was making his bed in the dormitory, let out a hefty sneeze. He rubbed his nose and muttered a curse, "Who's bad-mouthing the young master behind his back?"
Seeing this, the others glanced at him but remained silent.
In this dormitory, there were four bunk beds, accommodating eight people. Lu Siyuan was the third to move in, taking the lower bunk by the door. Aside from the lower bunk opposite him, where belongings were seen but no person, the other guys had all returned from their showers and were lying in their beds reading.
After fixing up his bedding, he grabbed his bucket to take a shower when he saw the person from the opposite bunk returning, shirtless and carrying a washbasin.
"Du Xiaohui? You're in this dorm too?"
