Chapter 28

Chu Yu gestured towards Luo Jiayu: "What number is this?"

"six."

"Who of us calls who dad?"

"You call me dad."

"Who is whose son?"

"You are my son."

"I'm not stupid." Chu Yu was puzzled. "What went wrong?"

Luo Jiayu was not stupid, but he was really very sleepy. He took a bite of the fragrant cumin lamb skewers with difficulty. His sluggish brain sensed the disapproving look of his childhood friend, but he could not figure out the reason.

Then he squinted his eyes and shook his head, muttering:

"It's okay. Just wait for me. I'll make a perfect implementation plan for you..."

"But, but..." It can't be today. He was too sleepy to put pen to paper.

Chu Yu hissed and subconsciously caught Luo Jiayu's body to prevent him from falling flat on the ground: "Poor kid, go back to sleep and stop talking nonsense."

If they hadn't eaten barbecue without any drinks, Chu Yu would really suspect that Luo Jiayu had drunk too much Coke.

"I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep. I'm telling you..."

Chu Yu lifted him up and dragged him into the dormitory building: "Don't say anything."

"I suddenly had an idea today..."

"Don't move."

"I suddenly had an immature idea..."

"You don't have any."

"Wow." Luo Jiayu stopped moving, looking aggrieved. "Why are you so overbearing? If you continue like this, I'm going to cry."

"Don't cry." Chu Yu's expression remained unchanged, but there was a sudden and wicked arc at the corner of his mouth. "When you cry, I want to laugh."

Luo Jiayu took a long breath and then curled his lips.

After all, it was impossible for him to really cry.

Thanks to the mint candy given by Toluo Jiayu, Chu Yu's sleepiness for a while was completely dispelled, but the silly dog next to him looked so drowsy that he seemed like he would fall asleep at any second, so Chu Yu had to support him all the way.

But Luo Jiayu was unwilling to sit still and be supported by him. The two of them stumbled forward on a quiet street, pulling each other. No one would believe that they were not two drunks because of their staggering posture.

The dim streetlight cast long shadows behind the two people. Luo Jiayu had almost closed his eyes due to Chu Yu's actions, but within two seconds he suddenly opened his eyes alertly.

There were two figures entangled and inseparable under a poplar tree in the distance. Because they were pulling each other a little too hard, the noise they made startled the ears of a certain young master.

"Look what that is?" Luo Jiayu stretched out a hand and pointed forward.

Chu Yu looked in the direction of his hand nonchalantly: "Human."

"Fuck, human!" The next second, the childhood friend who had just been acting like a steady father and helping him walk suddenly hid behind Luo Jiayu.

"..." Luo Jiayu turned around and smoothed the fur of the person behind him, "That's not the point I wanted to make."

——Wei Ziyu feels that as the eldest son of a wealthy family, a famous prince in Beijing circles, and the chosen male protagonist of Su Gong, his life has been very strange recently.

It's very uncomfortable.

Logically speaking, the deep and tragic love between him and Jiang Chenglu was achieved through overcoming all kinds of obstacles, going through fire and water, and experiencing untold hardships.

The bond between them is destined to deepen when one party is repeatedly imprisoned and unable to extricate himself, and has lost all hope, and the other party takes the opportunity to come to his side and become his savior when he is stuck in the quagmire, until the inseparable red thread entangles the two of them and no one can escape.

This is the direction the script should have taken. He is a forbearing and cold domineering boss who is heartless in the early stage and affectionate in the later stage. He doesn't need to say anything. He just sends a cannon fodder to frame the little white flower. Then he suddenly falls from the sky, coolly throws down a bunch of banknotes, and casually says "The weather is cold, X company should go bankrupt", and he can gain a wave of favor and solve the problem.

But that’s the problem!

Where are the cannon fodder! Where are the bad guys! Where are the vicious villains and the second male lead who poached the girl? Where have they all gone?

A collective strike?

It's so bad that he hasn't even reached 1% of his wife's affection level since he entered the camp and it's almost time for the performance!

This caused him to not sleep well for three consecutive days. At midnight, he sat up in shock in his dying state and realized that if he did not take the initiative, he would never be able to win over his wife.

So in the middle of the night, the noble prince climbed out of bed with dark circles under his eyes, opened the dormitory door with a cold face, and knocked on his wife's door with confusion and resentment under the silent gaze of his roommate Fu Hansong who also couldn't sleep.

What kind of third-rate novel is this? The prince himself has to personally cue the love line.

At this moment, he had just pushed the man against the tree trunk and pinched the man's waist and chin. Red Eye Literature was only halfway through his performance when he suddenly heard a rustling noise behind him.

He turned around and saw that the emotions he had just built up were all shattered, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Why are these two ancestors so unlucky to die?

The nightmare he had yesterday was filled with the powerful line "How can you sleep at your age?"

The two who were regarded as ancestors obviously did not expect that Wei Ziyu would have so many inner dramas. Chu Yu closed his eyes and grabbed Luo Jiayu's sleeve, hiding behind the person and COSing the corpse with a pious look on his face.

—Interacting with unfamiliar humans at two o’clock in the morning is another workload, and it’s a bit overwhelming.

But Luo Jiayu didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong. His cold gaze swept over the tightly clenched wrists of the two people in front of him, their bodies no more than five centimeters apart, and their ears that were visibly burning red. He rolled his eyes, turned his head to the side, and a light breath slipped out from between his teeth.

"whispering sound."

Initial metaphor:?

Jiang Chenglu:?

Wei Ziyu:?

Are you polite? The prince of the Beijing circle was angry.

Luo Jiayu curled his lips again, then walked straight forward with the people behind him as if he didn't see a thing, without even glancing at the two people standing under the tree.

After realizing that his silly son was not in good condition, Chu Yu had already loosened his grip on his sleeve. He put his hands in the pockets of his black and white striped jacket, walked by with his eyes downcast, looking indifferent and distant, very arrogant, very cold, and like a cool guy.

Two handsome guys passed through your world.

When the two living ancestors finally passed by him and their backs gradually went away, Wei Ziyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picked up the shattered atmosphere and pieced it together again, stubbornly continuing the wall-dong scene.

"Yes, I used to think you were annoying, superficial, and boring, just like those nymphs who were attracted by my status and family background and wanted to climb up the social ladder. So I ignored you and never tried to get to know you properly, but now I regret it..."

【Aaaaaaah, I should have gone straight to the sewer when I left the house! 】

Wei Ziyu gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out the words from between his teeth: "It turns out that I have never faced my own feelings..."

If I am guilty, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me encounter two living, moving people on the street at 2:30 in the morning and stage a large-scale courtship scene!

"I didn't throw away the collage you gave me. I've actually always..." Wei Ziyu closed his eyes, feeling like his teeth were broken, "I care..."

He was poisoned by his own poison, and was incurable; he fled, he chased, and they all went viral; he fled, he chased, and they only added to their sorrow; he fled, he chased, and they all spread! Wings! Difficult! To fly!

“…” Wei Ziyu took a breath of cold air and almost choked himself to death.

After a moment, he threw the training jacket he was holding onto the ground. The spoiled prince, who had lived a smooth and easy life without any setbacks since childhood, was completely broken-down. His eyes were red with anger and grievance.

"I'm not acting anymore!"

On the other hand, Luo Jiayu has been depressed and not knowing who he is angry with since he witnessed the scene of the two protagonists Jiangjiang Nianniao promoting their love line. Chu Yu tentatively poked his shoulder, and when there was no response, she blew a strand of hair hanging down in front of his forehead.

"?" Luo Jiayu noticed his movements and tried blowing on the loose hair on his forehead. To his surprise, the hair actually started to move. The two brothers played back and forth, and by the end, Luo Jiayu's eyes lit up: "This is quite fun."

Of course. Chu Yu was very proud. He often blew his bangs for fun when he was bored and had nothing to do. A few minutes would pass by in his blowing.

Seeing that his childhood friend had regained his desire to communicate, he changed the subject and asked about what had just happened: "What happened to you just now?"

"..." Luo Jiayu turned his head to the side and evaded the question vaguely, "Nothing."

Luo Jiayu didn't say anything, and Chu Yu didn't have the habit of pestering people with questions. The two of them returned to the dormitory together. Because they were afraid that the noise would be too loud and disturb their roommates, they each took toiletries and went to the public restroom to brush their teeth together.

Amid the gurgling sound of flowing water, Luo Jiayu's mouth was full of white foam. He looked at the person next to him in the mirror and mumbled something: "Gululu... Gululu?"

Chu Yu was quicker than him and was already wringing out a towel and running hot water over it to wash her face. Upon hearing this, she turned to look at him: "Gulp, gulp, gulp? Gulp."

Luo Jiayu rolled his eyes and hurriedly washed the foam from his mouth with tap water. After his words became clear, he spoke again: "You really don't want to sell it? Come with me."

"What are you selling? Jianbing Guozi?"

Luo Jiayu turned to look at him with a deep and profound gaze: "Partner with me and go sell gay stuff."

Chu Yu silently lowered her head to squeeze the hot water from the towel. After a moment, she raised her head and looked into the large mirror in front of her. With a sincere face, she said, "I think it would be better to sell pancakes."

"Really?" Luo Jiayu tutted, seemingly recalling their previous experience selling pancakes at a stall. Halfway through the memory, he raised his head with certainty, "No, trust me, it won't be a loss selling this. If it does, I'll be responsible for you."

Chu Yu gloomily applied a hot towel to her face. "Do you have a formal plan and risk assessment report?"

"Not yet." Luo Jiayu said confidently, "Wait for me to make one for you in a couple of days."

Chu Yu paused in wiping his face, then the towel slid down his lowered head into his hand. The mirror reflected the face in front of the sink, speechless and puzzled.

"Why are you so obsessed with this?" he asked. "Did something inspire you, or was it just a sudden inspiration?"

"It wasn't just a sudden inspiration, it's a long story." Luo Jiayu looked down at his watch.

"It's too late today. Go back to bed. I'll find time to talk to you tomorrow." He then looked at his childhood friend who was still wiping his face beside him, as if asking, "Will you listen?"

Chu Yu buried his face in the towel, and his voice came through the gap, sounding vague and mumbling: "Yes."

After washing up, Chu Yu couldn't help but yawn when he came out of the bathroom. He was so sleepy.

I have to record a solo interview tomorrow. I wonder how many layers of foundation the makeup artist will have to apply to him to cover his dark circles.

If he really didn't get enough sleep, his mental state would have reached a new level of viciousness during the interview.

"Good night." When he reached the dormitory door, Luo Jiayu turned around solemnly and opened his arms towards Chu Yu.

Chu Yu bent down and walked over from under his arm, then took out the key and opened the door: "Good night."