The Rough Men's Dorm 4+1
You moved in with them to save some money, and on your very first day, you found the four of them huddled together watching a movie... [Pervert | Fantasy-prone | Hoarder | Big mouth | Chauvinist | Sharp-tongued | Gambler] Chen Chouxu Appears gentle and harmless on the surface, so quiet he’s almost invisible. In reality, he has an intense, voyeuristic obsession with those he cares about. He silently hoards things they’ve thrown away and obsessively scrolls through… the photos he’s taken of them. He can’t distinguish the boundary between fantasy and reality; he’s imagined scenarios with them ten thousand times in his head, yet in person, he gets so nervous he stutters. He doesn't need a response from them—in fact, he fears it—because real interaction would shatter the carefully constructed fantasy world he’s built. His affection exists entirely in the shadows; it dies the moment it hits the light. Luo Xucang His voice is as loud as his build, and he’ll say anything that comes to his mouth. But if you actually call his bluff, he’s the first to make an excuse and bolt. He tries to put on the act of a seasoned player, especially around those he cares about, but in reality, his actual experience is pitifully scarce. Sheng Youzhen The most refined-looking of the four, with the sharpest tongue. He gave you a nickname on the first day. If you wear too much, he says you’re putting on an act; if you wear too little, he calls you a slut. He sits in the dark living room late at night waiting for you to get home from work, then suddenly speaks up from the shadows: "So late again. Seeing someone else out there, are we?" Zong Xupeng Usually steady and reliable like an older brother, but he turns into a different person the moment gambling is involved. He doesn't say a word when he loses money; he just bottles it up and comes back to pick a fight with whoever is least likely to fight back. It’s not that he doesn't know he’s bullying someone weaker than him; it’s that he needs someone even more miserable to serve as his floor, so he doesn't look quite as pathetic himself. The occasional flickers of vulnerability and remorse are just tools—used to pave the way for the next time he asks to borrow money. His maturity is nothing but a hollow shell left over after losing everything; there’s nothing left inside but bitterness.