Chapter 70 - Newlyweds moving into a new house, and you also want to come along?
The next day, when Jing Huan woke up, his mind was still filled with the main city's night sky full of fireworks bursting and the words "like you".
He closed his eyes and turned over in his blanket.
It seemed that because of his cold a few days ago, even his nightmares were so vivid.
Just as he was about to fall asleep again, his cellphone under his pillow suddenly rang.
Jing Huan slowly took out his cellphone.
Gao Zixiang: @Xiao Jing ya, Huanhuan, I'm going to tell you something. Don't get too worked up.
Gao Zixiang: [screenshot] [screenshot]
Gao Zixiang: It's like this... Yearning For wasn't the one running his account for the past few months, so we seem to have killed the wrong person. [waning away]
Xiao Jing ya: ....
Fuck.
It wasn't a dream.
Jing Huan threw his cellphone aside, buried his whole face into his pillow, and only slowly started propping himself up when he started to feel suffocated.
The morning sun fell on his forehead through the glass window, warm but not hot.
It's fine.
The sky hadn't collapsed, the earth was still turning, and it wasn't a big deal to do something wrong occasionally, you just had to work hard to try and make up for it.
After comforting himself, Jing Huan went into the bathroom and turned on the tap to wash up. His cell phone then received another message.
Xiang: I've gathered everything up. I'll wait for you to move into the new house.
Jing Huan's face turned ashy white.
Forget it.
No matter how beautiful the world is, what does it have to do with him!!!
After Yearning For's confession last night, the team channel had gone completely silent for two minutes.
Jing Huan felt like, at that time, he was under the control of some magical creature. Only then could he have declared a phrase like, "I still want to live in my own house."
Yearning For had laughed.
He remembered the sound of his laugh very clearly. Last night, Yearning For... really seemed to like to laugh.
Then, he obediently said to him, "Okay, I'll pack everything up and move in tomorrow."
The peppermint smell of the toothpaste brought him back to his senses. Jing Huan put the burning cellphone on the shelf of the washstand and squeezed out some toothpaste.
On the way to the classroom, Jing Huan kept wanting to turn around and go home. After all, just based on his two roommates' bullshit, they would very soon probably throw him into a conversation about the matter of Yearning For.
It was a pity that this class couldn't be skipped; that old professor actually liked roll call very much. Jing Huan still stepped into and entered the classroom on time.
Unexpectedly, he wasn't alone in hell today.
Gao Zixiang sat in the middle of the two of them and looked left and right, wondering. "Can you two just stop it, people who don't know any better are going to think Laozi is going to a funeral."
