A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 011 - Sick

If You Keep Typing Without Actually Sending Any Goddamn Thing, I’ll Go Knock on Your Door.

Sheng Wang was someone who did not enjoy chatting on WeChat at all, as typing was really too troublesome.

He would not bother with opening notifications like “Friend successfully added”, not to even mention actually sending a message to ‘start chatting’. Really, if you are already on good terms, you would not care about these steps, if your relationship is just so-so, the moment you speak, the remaining steps would be as follows—

You would first warm the scene with a couple of emojis, and then an entire series of small talk, stretching the conversation on with fluff to make yourself seem close, and when it’s stretched to the point of being utterly cringeworthy, you may then exit after a sending a couple of stickers or something.
This procedure would take at least 20 minutes, or even up till half a day. He saw it plenty of times from Sheng Mingyang, looking at it alone was already tiring.

It was currently 2.33am, Beijing time. Only idiots would choose to make small talk at this time.
As Sheng Wang thought so, he already exited from the WeChat interface, and switched back to a new round in his game. Maybe his feel for the game was interrupted, or maybe he reached the point of drowsiness, he was sacrificed to the heavens only after three minutes.

Sheng Wang lost the mood to game. Still, he did not want to put his phone down. He dully went through the applications on his phone like he was the emperor on an inspection tour. After he inspected all his frequently used apps, before he knew it, he was on WeChat again.
The chat for that full stop next door over was still taking up the top spot of his chat list, and yet when he tapped on it it was completely barren.

The emperor, sprawled on his stomach under the blankets, bit his lips. After some pondering, he opened up the emoji section, and did not find a suitable one after a long while of picking through. He closed the emoji section unenthusiastically, and instead tapped on the profile picture.

Jiang Tian’s personal information was very simple, he only had a punctuation for his nickname, his WeChat number was still the default keyboard smash it came with, and there was not a single Moment posted.
It was simple to the point of looking like an abandoned account, a single glance and he got all the information there was. It was boring.

The emperor yawned, and was about to sleep. Before he could exit the app, his phone suddenly bzz’d, the notification panel stuck its tongue out, displaying ‘. has transferred money to you.’
Sheng Wang: “???”

Any drowsiness he had was scared away by this. Sheng Wang opened his Alipay. He was not seeing things, the person next door was not sleeping in the middle of the night, he really transferred money to him.
He jolted up, glared at the wall they shared for a few seconds, and opened his WeChat.

Canned: What are you doing?

The sound of slippers shuffling around could be dimly heard from next door, he probably walked from the table to the bed.
Sheng Wang’s phone vibrated again, the chat was now filled with another line.

. : ?
Canned: Why are you transferring money to me in the middle of the night?
. : Water money.
Canned: What water money?

Sheng Wang did not catch what was happening at first, and glanced at the wall in doubt. The footsteps next door stopped. Perhaps Jiang Tian was standing at a random area and looking at the message, or he was purely just speechless.

. : The water you placed on my desk.

Sheng Wang started keying in: It’s just a bottle of water, do you really need to pay? I

He was halfway through typing the reply when he stopped. He abruptly became aware that he was not anywhere near to being familiar with Jiang Tian. In school, they only just became classmates for four days, and for the past three days they did not even meet each other’s eyes. Then when it came to being at home…… that was way more awkward. No matter how he looked at it, it was not the type of relationship where they could silently acknowledge that it was a treat, it was only natural to return the money.