Yinyang was sitting in the lobby of Hotel OJ. Ever since iii finished, them and all the other contestants became residents here. The one currently fronting was Yang, leaning back on the couch in boredom as he scrolled through his phone. In his other hand, he had a Dr Fizz. Sure, Yin would complain about that, but it’s not like he was fronting at the moment.

It was currently evening, and people were either going back to their rooms or watching TV in the lobby.