Ten days later, Shang Yan finally got out of bed.
He seemed listless; his body recovered quickly, but he was mentally exhausted.
Zhou Ping, buttoning his shirt, asked with some concern, "Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"
"I'm too scared to sleep, I'll just sit here," Shang Yan said, quickly getting dressed and running away.
If he was guilty, meeting Zhou Ping in this life would be considered a way of settling his score.
When I opened my phone, my screen was flooded with unread messages.
Upon opening the message, I found that Shang Qingqian had sent the most.
Shang Yan clicked on Shang Qingqian's entry with some confusion and saw that there were already more than 30 messages.
Sister: In
Sister: I've made a little money recently and I'm planning to take Mom and Dad on a trip. Do you want to come?
Sister: Shangyan, what are you doing? Why isn't Zhou Ping replying to your messages?
Sister: What happened?
Sister: I see your door isn't locked, wait... you wouldn't be...?
Sister: ...Then Mom and Dad will be leaving now. Remember to ask Zhou Ping to take good care of you and not to stay up too long.
...This message was sent eight days ago.
Shang Qingqian must have brought her parents back today; she even made a special trip to the bookstore entrance.
Sister: Has the display outside your bookstore not been moved in ten days? (Attached image: jpg)
Sister: ...Shangyan, I know you two have a good relationship, but don't die in bed!
Sister: Are you still alive?
Sister: How are you?
There are already eight missed calls, all from Shang Qingqian.
Shang Yan covered his face with one hand. He had said it himself: if someone doesn't go out for ten days or so, anyone would notice something was wrong.
Shang Qingqian is in such a hurry, I should call her back.
Ring ring—
Shang Yan made the call, and the other party answered almost instantly.
"Hey, sis, we've actually been fighting these past few days... yeah, just fighting, don't overthink it!" Shang Yan started rambling on while holding his phone.
Shang Qingqian coughed lightly, "Who fights for ten days straight? Besides, would Zhou Ping even hit you?"
"Are you treating your sister like a fool?" Shang Qingqian, who was watering her potted plants at home, was too lazy to scold her younger brother. He never knew how to make up a plausible lie.
Shang Yan, "..."
His hand holding the phone was trembling slightly. Seeing Shang Qingqian say this, he simply gave up and said, "Since you already know, then don't say anything more."
"...Six." Did she really think it was just what she suspected?
Shang Qingqian remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Are you alright? How can Zhou Ping be so unrestrained? No, I have to talk to him..."
Shang Yan's face turned bright red. He quickly glanced in the direction of the bedroom and only felt relieved when he didn't see Zhou Ping.
Then she immediately turned her head and whispered, "Sister, don't worry about us. It's not... it's not like what you said..."
Shang Qingqian:...
Sorry to bother you, but it seems my younger brother is doing very well.
"Remember to call your parents. They haven't heard from you for over ten days, and they're worried about you." After saying this, Shang Qingqian hung up the phone.
Just as Shang Yan was about to put his phone in his pocket, he turned around and saw Zhou Ping walking out of the bedroom.
His hair was held in place with a wooden hairpin, the strands of hair on his forehead were a little messy, his sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his dark eyes looked gently at Shang Yan, who had one hand in his pocket.
"Yan Yan, what do you want to eat today?" He had just changed the sheets and put them in the washing machine, and now he washed his hands and was about to go to the kitchen to cook.
Shang Yan, supporting his back, walked to the table and sat down, humming twice.
"Eat, eat, eat! The vegetables we bought ten days ago are all wilted, aren't they?"
"That's right," Zhou Ping's voice came from the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. "The potatoes aren't spoiled yet, and the eggs are still edible..."
There was also a bunch of wilted bok choy.
He was able to make a simple breakfast. He skillfully washed and chopped the vegetables, and soon brought out a plate of vegetable porridge and a plate of stir-fried potato shreds.
"Eat this first, I'll go buy groceries later." He had everything planned out meticulously, having already thought through all the things he needed to do that day.
Shang Yan took out his phone, read the messages, and took a sip of porridge.
After he left Cangnan City, Hongying and the others discovered the Nantuo Snake Demon at the high school in Cangnan City, and the problem has now been solved.
"Hmm, I heard from Hongying and the others that Lin Qiye is going to the training camp in Cangnan City for intensive training in a few days. I should go there again." Shang Yan tapped the table with his index finger after finishing the porridge in his bowl.
Zhou Ping stopped eating and put down his chopsticks. "I'll go with you."
This time, with Shang Yan by his side, nothing bad is likely to happen.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm going?" Shang Yan rested his chin on one hand and handed his phone to Zhou Ping with the other. "Look."
A message appeared on the phone screen.
"Back in Shangjing City, didn't someone ask me for a favor?"
"That motorcycle is the reward. He said the Masked Squad would also be going to the Cangnan City training camp, and he wanted me to meet Wang Mian," Shang Yan slowly explained.
"...I need to use your abilities?" Zhou Ping guessed instantly.
Shang Yan rested his chin on his hand and said, "Yeah, otherwise who would be so kind as to buy me a motorcycle that costs seventy or eighty thousand yuan so casually?"
Zhou Ping:......
Did he hear that right? That "ghost fire" motorcycle costs seventy or eighty thousand yuan?
"Why are you looking at me like that? Being cool always comes at a price. What's wrong with paying a price to be the coolest guy on the street?" Shang Yan noticed Zhou Ping's gaze and retorted loudly.
His voice was initially strong, but it became increasingly weak towards the end.
"Why are you looking at me like that..."
"Fine, I'll manage the money from now on." Zhou Ping felt that Shang Yan's suggestion that he manage the money was actually quite understandable.
Because Shang Yan really does spend money recklessly.
"Haven't you always been the one in charge?" Shang Yan looked at him with a puzzled expression.
The two of them finished eating, and Zhou Ping cleared away the dishes before turning to the kitchen to wash them.
After washing the dishes and putting them in the cupboard, Zhou Ping took his phone and went out, not forgetting to give a final reminder before leaving.
"Yan Yan, remember to hang the sheets out to dry. I'm going to buy groceries."
"Oh," Shang Yan said, putting down his phone and running to the washing machine to get the already washed sheets.
Now that he sees this bed sheet, a jumble of memories comes flooding back.
"...I still have to hang them up!" After rubbing his aching back, he angrily went to the balcony and neatly hung the sheets up to dry.
Three days later, Shang Yan rode his beloved little motorcycle and sped off towards Cangnan City.
Zhou Ping sat on the bike, covering his face with one hand, "Yan Yan, we can fly, why do we have to ride bikes..."
Zhou Ping felt that if he flew on his sword in the sky, he could fly high enough that no one would notice him.
But Shang Yan just didn't want to give up his car.
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