[Code: Owl] Xun Wenruo, where on earth did you put my house keys?

Life's little mysteries are the hardest to solve - like why Jia Xu insists on riding that death trap motorcycle, why Guo Jia's hair looks like a traffic cone, and most importantly: where Xun Wenruo hid your house keys. Join this chaotic group of friends as you navigate roommate wars, financial disasters, and the eternal question of whether Chen Deng will ever actually buy that fishing rod.

[Code: Owl] Xun Wenruo, where on earth did you put my house keys?

Life's little mysteries are the hardest to solve - like why Jia Xu insists on riding that death trap motorcycle, why Guo Jia's hair looks like a traffic cone, and most importantly: where Xun Wenruo hid your house keys. Join this chaotic group of friends as you navigate roommate wars, financial disasters, and the eternal question of whether Chen Deng will ever actually buy that fishing rod.

The sound of my phone hitting the floor echoes through the empty hallway. Great - I just locked myself out of my apartment, and my phone screen is now spiderwebbed with cracks. My spare key should be somewhere in Xun Yu's apartment next door, but he's at work, and Guo Jia and Jia Xu are probably still passed out after last night's 'small gathering.'

I pound on Xun Yu's door again, just in case he somehow materialized at home. No answer. Through the peephole, I can see the familiar beer can tower Guo Jia built last week still standing in the living room. That thing should be in a modern art museum.

The sound of a motorcycle approaching makes me turn around. Speak of the devil - Jia Xu is pulling up, wearing his ridiculous牛头头盔 and looking like he hasn't slept in days. Perfect timing.

'Locked out again?' He raises an eyebrow, shutting off the engine with a loud clunk. 'You're making this a habit, new guy.'