Chapter 54

After turning off the phone, he was truly in a daze. Luo Jiayu had been staring at the bamboo dragonfly that he had bought for fifty cents from the system mall just for fun. After staring at it for too long, he became bored and turned it directly to the trash can in the distance, and he couldn't pick it up again.

He simply didn't bother to pick it up, so he asked the system to help recycle it. After reselling it back to the mall, he got 38 cents back. Now his popularity value has been accurate to two decimal places.

Then he turned his head to look at his childhood friend who was already fast asleep. As he watched, he gradually moved closer, little by little, until he could hear the other's light and steady breathing in his ears.

Luo Jiayu didn't like analyzing the complex and subtle emotional changes in his heart. Most of the time, they were blocked together, and even more often, he roughly divided them into "happy" and "unhappy" - if he was happy when he saw someone, he would get closer; otherwise, he would stay away.

Logically speaking, one falls in love with someone because being close to them makes them happy.

But he was very close to Chu Yu now, so close that he could see the other person's eyelashes trembling slightly after falling asleep, and the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and its color was dark and shiny in the sunlight.

His gaze swept from the small brown mole all the way down, from the corner of the eye to the lips, and finally stopped at the light red lip beads. He was stunned for a moment, and his hand stretched out unconsciously, but stopped when it was half a centimeter away from touching the face, and then retracted it.

He looked away and found that his chest was still congested.

The torturous feeling actually always exists. It will ease a little when the two of them get together and play around like before, but once they have free time, they can't escape it.

But he still wanted to get closer.

At the end of his daze, Luo Jiayu just helped the sleeping person to brush away the loose hair on his forehead, then moved his hand, carefully touched the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye, and then curled the corners of his mouth.

Actually, I'm still a little happy.

Chu Yu was woken up from his sleep by the double wake-up call from the system and Luo Jiayu.

During this half hour, he had a beautiful dream. He dreamed that the end of the world had come and the sun was about to explode and destroy the earth. All schools and units had stopped operating and there was no need to go to work or school. He happily stayed in the bedroom, pulled the curtains, and fell asleep without any worries, intending to sleep soundly and wait for death peacefully.

As a result, the next second, he was frightened by the system's screaming chicken sound and sat up suddenly.

Teacher Zhao sang and sighed heartbreakingly in his mind: "Host - get up - it's almost time -"

He couldn't even open his eyes, his head was dizzy, and he asked in a daze: "Is humanity extinct?"

Teacher Zhao: “No.”

“What a pity.”

He closed his eyes, then plopped back down on the couch and went back to sleep.

“…” Teacher Zhao choked.

A few seconds later, Luo Jiayu poked him again: "Wake up, the end of the world is coming."

Chu Yu buried his head in his arms, his face invisible. He could only hear him ask vaguely, "Is humanity extinct?"

“Extinct.”

Chu Yu opened her eyes this time, regained her composure for a moment, then turned to look at him: "That's not right, then why am I still alive?"

Luo Jiayu: "You were already dead, but I just watched a 30-second commercial and resurrected you."

The answers are smooth, well-reasoned and convincing.

Chu Yu sat up and remained silent for a while, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome." Luo Jiayu saw that he was gradually waking up, stood up, and patted Chu Yu's shoulder. "Come on, follow me back to the practice room."

Back in the practice room, Song Lai was sitting cross-legged against the wall, with two of his own third-rate, vulgar novels spread out on the floor, which he was reading with great interest.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyelids and saw two brothers walking in one after the other, and greeted them casually:

"Hey, no holding hands today?"

Chu Yu had been thinking with his head down, wondering if humans were extinct and aliens took over the Earth, who would be more likely to be sent for research, him or his childhood friend. Upon hearing this, he raised his head slowly, his mind going blank for a moment.

Luo Jiayu had already put on his official sunglasses and turned to look at Song Lai with a king-like noble and cool look:

"Which eye of yours saw us holding hands?"

Song Lai: "You were just playing with the claws of the guy behind you when you had nothing to do, and you even intertwined their fingers. I saw it with both eyes."

Luo Jiayu was silent.

He never remembers the bad things he did.

But he couldn't lose momentum, and he was wearing sunglasses, so no one would notice even if his defense was broken.

The guy in sunglasses looked calm and composed on the outside, but when he opened his mouth, he started talking about the 360-degree fully automatic three-dimensional defense shield:

"What's wrong? Don't you have a good brother who is close enough to hold hands with you?"

Song Lai frowned, wanting to ask, "Brother, are you pretending or serious?"

But elegance is an essential etiquette for every address book, so he chose to continue to press the issue with words:

"The other day you two were hugging each other and taking turns leaning into someone's arms. It made me a little jealous of you two."

Luo Jiayu remained motionless: "What's wrong? Don't you have a good brother who is close enough to hug and play with?"

"They also like to touch each other's heads. I often see you ruffling his hair every day."

"What's wrong? Don't you have a good brother who is close enough to touch each other's heads and play games?"

Song Lai was amazed.

Song Lai gave up arguing with the psychopath in front of him.

He lowered his head and flipped through two pages of the book, then casually said, "And the ears of relatives? Oh, but I understand. You have a good brother who is so close that you can play with his ears, right?"

He felt that he was very considerate and had helped others to fill in the answer, but after he said this, the guy with sunglasses did not respond.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and Luo Jiayu didn't even dare to look back at the expression of the person behind him.

He had just tried hard to put the matter behind him, but Song Lai brought it up again with just one sentence.

The 360-degree fully automatic three-dimensional defense shield is about to break.

He himself is about to break.

At this moment, Chu Yu, who had been silent all the time, pulled his sleeve, pulling his wrist through the fabric of his clothes.

"Practice singing," he said.

Luo Jiayu turned around and met the other person's eyes. Because they were close to each other, they were both stunned for a moment when their faces met.

When Chu Yu saw his eyes up close, she subconsciously tensed her body, as if she wanted to avoid his gaze, but she managed to restrain herself. She even curled the corners of her mouth stiffly after sensing his observation.

As if trying to reassure him clumsily, she said, "Uncle Xiao Kuihua said that if I can't cultivate any feelings, he'll consider replacing us for the duet."

"...Okay, let's practice singing."

Ji Fengzhu asked them to take the recording equipment themselves and listen to the playback after they finished singing. His original intention was actually to let Luo Jiayu hear that his singing skills still had some shortcomings, and to let Chu Yu hear how emotionally balanced he was when singing.

But the reality is like:

After listening to it once, Luo Jiayu's eyebrows flew with joy: "I am so awesome, could it be that I will be the next top and invincible rising star in the music world?"

Chu Yu held his chin in his hand, looking thoughtful. "Flat? How could it be flat? It's been like this for so many years. Don't talk nonsense."

Then the two men turned their heads.

Chu Yu: "Your singing skills are not very good."

Luo Jiayu: "Your emotions are a bit flat."

Chu Yu gestured with him with her hands: "Use this part to make the sound, and your rhythm is not right. I will beat the rhythm for you later, and you can follow mine."

"You are so professional." Luo Jiayu praised him with shining eyes.

Chu Yu said with an upright face: "A strict teacher produces excellent students."

"I will definitely learn it well." Luo Jiayu praised himself with bright eyes.

Chu Yu agreed with satisfaction: "A tiger father will have a dog son."

"You are so cultured." Luo Jiayu continued to praise him with bright eyes.

Chu Yu raised his tail proudly and continued to quote his ridiculous proverb: "Ten minutes on stage, ten years of hard work off stage."

In the distance, Song Lai's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky.

After Chu Yu finished showing off, she waited obediently for someone to give her their opinion: "Uncle Xiao Kuihua said that my singing sounded almost like an AI-generated sound after sampling sounds. Is that true?"

"..." Luo Jiayu wanted to say, "Baby, don't listen, it's a bad review," but he swallowed it back and said politely, "A little, but not much."

He thought for a moment and said, "Let's do it again."

When it was over, he saw that although Chu Yu was staring at him, his eyes were completely empty and there was no expression on his face.

Occasionally I would accidentally focus, but then I would quickly let go.

After the recording, he sat down again and started gesturing with his childhood friend: "Do I look like a Switch game console?"

Chu Yu narrowed his eyes and frowned: "I feel the probability of you being human is higher."

"No, I'm a Switch game console now," Luo Jiayu said. "Listen to me, I'm about to stumble towards you, and because I like you, I'm bringing my full set of game cards as a dowry."

Chu Yu's eyes gradually lit up.

"Okay, let's do it again now."

After another duet ended, Luo Jiayu compared it with the previous recording and found that his emotional progress was rapid.

Although it still couldn't reach the kind of gradual feeling of being touched and tender as Ji Fengzhu said, at least the feelings were developed in one step. The look she gave him while singing was even a little affectionate.

Luo Jiayu continued to sit down and asked him, "Do you still remember the Samoyed I raised at home?"

Chu Yu nodded: "I remember, Luo Luo."

Luo Jiayu narrowed his eyes and continued to gesture with his hands, "When you were little, you were a little afraid of dogs. The first time you came to my house, you hid behind me and didn't dare touch Luo Luo. Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"But Luo Luo liked you the first time he saw you, and he excitedly came to you. You were so scared that you turned around and ran away. He was disappointed for a long time because you didn't touch his head."

"Yeah, I remember everything." Chu Yu was mesmerized by his description and sighed softly at the end, "I miss Luo Luo."

"Okay, now imagine that Lolo is stumbling towards you. Because you haven't touched its head before, it's very disappointed. But in order to make you like it, it specially brings the Switch game console and a full set of game cards to you."

After Luo Jiayu finished his demonstration, he observed Chu Yu's expression and stood up confidently: "How about we try again?"

This method that relies purely on imagination may be too abstract for most people, but for Chu Xiaoyu, who is abstract and afraid of human emotions, it may be just right.

He knew him too well.

There was no need to record the duet this time. Just by looking at the gentle and affectionate eyes of the person opposite him, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes, Luo Jiayu knew that his guidance was successful.

Perfect.