Lu Yibei quickly brought up the keyboard and typed on the phone screen.
【:Who are you? 】
A two-word reply: ——
He then ignored the post on his WeChat Moments.
As for his father's subsequent actions...
Ah, who is he?
"Playing video games?" Lu Yibei asked with a smile.
“…Oh.” Ji Qingqian nodded, but her eyes still held some hesitation.
They seem to still be puzzled by what Uncle Bei said.
She thought for a moment, but still couldn't help asking:
"Um... Uncle?"
"Um."
Are you sure he's your biological father?
"..."
"Not a roommate, but a former friend or something?"
Ji Qingqian pondered that it was quite common for boys to have a close, shared father-son relationship during their interactions.
"Honey. But the only difference between him and my roommate is that he doesn't live in the same dorm room as me, so don't take it to heart."
Lu Yibei said, glancing at Ms. Ji, pausing for a moment before explaining, “Don’t worry, he’s still my dad, I know him. Right now he’s probably just thinking, ‘Wow, my son’s awesome, he’s gone and messed with someone else’s house’—but he probably said that a couple of days ago. When I called Grandma before, she said my mom had come home. Grandma must have mentioned my trip to the Northeast to her… Although my mom doesn’t communicate much with me, she’s quite close to my dad, so he probably already knows I’m at your house.”
He looked at Ms. Ji and continued to explain: "As for my mother, although I have never told her about us, she went home after the National Day holiday and should have known then. Don't worry, Grandma won't know about my current state of being left to her own devices. With my mother's personality, when Grandma mentions us, even if she doesn't know, she'll definitely have a poker face that says 'I already knew.'"
"As for my dad, I'll introduce you to him when he returns to China—he's easy to get along with, and we're all good buddies."
Lu Yibei chuckled again: "A dad who wants his son to skip school, do you think he'd even act like a dad? Don't worry about what he calls him, let him call him whatever he wants. He even played arcade games with me when I was little—he's shrewd, he never played cooperative games with me, he only picked competitive PVP games—we made a bet back then, 'the loser calls me dad'... Do you think a dad with no brains would play like that with his son?"
As he spoke, Lu Yibei slammed his fist on the table, half-jokingly saying, "The only reason I still call him 'Dad' is because I lost back then!!"
Ji Qingqian: ...
What an utterly depraved father-son relationship!
"Playing games?" Lu Yibei asked again.
Ji Qingqian paused for a moment: "The loser has to call me 'daddy'?"
Lu Yibei: "...I'll go ask Uncle Ji if he agrees."
Ji Qing smiled faintly, her lips slightly pursed.
She looked at her WeChat Moments.
Besides Abei, Ma Jiaojiao also gave it a thumbs up.
…
"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going—senior~~~"
As soon as Ma Jiaojiao returned to her room, she picked up her Edifier headphones and called out softly to the other end of the network.
The voice on the other end of the internet was cold and emotionless: "Huh?"
"Do you know what Ji Qingqian just posted on WeChat Moments? — Ah, I did go to pee, but I just glanced at WeChat on my phone while I was peeing, I'm not lying —"
After hearing Ma Jiaojiao's truthful report, the cold voice immediately raised its volume:
"—You don't need to go into such detail!! Are you an idiot?!"
"No. Senior, guess. If you can't guess, I'll say you're an idiot." Ma Jiaojiao chuckled.
The person on the other end: "...Is the copywriting from 'the same company'?"
Ma Jiaojiao was taken aback. What about the senior? But Ma Jiaojiao was quick-witted and immediately guessed:
"Did Senior Lu send the same thing?"
A casual "hmm" came from the other end of the line: "I just saw it too... Looks like Lao Bei's been taken down. Tsk, it's only the beginning of junior high? So fast... Your roommate's dad didn't throw him into the Songhua River, what a disappointment—"
But Ma Jiaojiao's feelings were completely different from those of Senior Zhao Sun.
She leaned on the table and looked at the two photos that Ji Qingqian had posted again.
The older couple were smiling happily.
The younger couple also smiled – especially Ji Qingqian, who, because she doesn't smile often, even just pursing her lips and slightly raising the corners of her lips made her look especially sweet.
Ah~~~~
Ma Jiaojiao sighed softly, as if she had no bones, "Senior~~~~~~~~~~"
On the other end of the internet: "...Mao?"
"I'm so envious!"
"What are you envious of?" the person on the other end of the internet said.
"Hmph~ Anyway, you definitely wouldn't understand, senior~~" Ma Jiaojiao said.
She opened her WeChat Moments and scrolled to the post about "West Lake" from before the winter break—still only visible to a select few.
"Hmph, hmph!!" Ma Jiaojiao said again.
"Stop humming, you're acting like a pig..." came a calm voice from the other end of the line.
"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!!"
"Are you still farming?" the person on the other end of the internet asked.
"…kind."
Just as Ma Jiaojiao was about to put down her phone, her WeChat Moments refreshed, displaying another set of nine photos.
Copywriting:
Who looks their best during the Lunar New Year?
Sender:
"Chu Chu".
Ma Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes and casually swiped two pictures, which were selfies of Chu Chu—of course, there were also pictures taken by others, but without exception, they were all solo photos of her.
It has to be said that Chu Chu is still pretty, and her clothes are nice too. She's quite charming in this whole thing—but her aesthetic sense is still a mess. She was a pretty little girl, but they photoshopped her so much that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.
What's beautiful about this? It makes her look like a snake spirit.
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