The next day, Shang Yan got up very early.
It takes two hours by bus from Xijin City to Cangnan City, so he has to get up early in order to arrive as soon as possible.
After breakfast, he picked up his backpack and said to Shen Yu and Shang Qingqian, "Mom, sister, Zhou Ping and I are going to Cangnan City in the next few days. We want to go there for a while."
Hearing that Zhou Ping was taking Shang Yan out, Shen Yu felt relieved. "If you're going out to play, do you have enough money?"
"Mom will transfer some money to you right away, remember to accept it," Shen Yu said, patting her son's head. "When you're out and about, you must listen to Zhou Ping, okay?"
Although Xiao Zhou is a bit shy and introverted, he seems more reliable than their own son. With him taking care of things, they can save some trouble.
"Okay, Mom, I'm leaving now!" Shang Yan waved to his mother and sister, then casually pushed open the door and left.
They even closed the door behind them when they left.
Shen Yu was still a little worried, so after Shang Yan left, she took out her phone and sent a message to Zhou Ping.
Shen Yu: Xiao Zhou, are you there? I heard from Shang Yan that you're going to Cangnan City with him these next few days?
Zhou Ping: Yes, Aunt Shen.
Shen Yu: So where are you staying? Have you found a place yet?
Zhou Ping: Yes, I found a hotel online and have already booked a room.
Zhou Ping: Here's the address of Chaoyang Hotel in Cangnan City.
After reviewing the documents, Shen Yu felt reassured. Indeed, she felt at ease letting Zhou Ping take care of Xiao Yan, as they had even found a place for them to stay.
Shen Yu: Transfer 1500 yuan.
Shen Yu: You're really going to have to work hard. If you need more money, just tell Auntie.
It's already a great help that Xiao Zhou can take care of Xiao Yan at all times when they go out; Xiao Zhou shouldn't have to pay for the accommodation.
Zhou Ping: Return the transfer
Zhou Ping: Auntie, you don't need to give me money, I'm willing to take him with me.
Shen Yu: Xiao Zhou, you're being too polite with your auntie, take it!
Shen Yu: Transferred 1500 yuan
Zhou Ping: Received.
Zhou Ping: Mom, I'll take the money for him right now, hehehehehehe!
Shen Yu looked at the message on her phone screen and smiled helplessly. This kid, Xiao Yan… why is he snatching someone else's phone?!
I had just stepped out of the house and reached the entrance of the residential area when I saw Zhou Ping.
Seeing him typing on his phone, Shang Yan couldn't help but lean closer.
Just then, he saw him sending a message to Shen Yu, and the two of them were going through a tug-of-war between giving money and not giving money.
Upon seeing this, Shang Yan quickly snatched Zhou Ping's phone and took the money.
"Shangyan!" Zhou Ping saw that the money was already in his small green wallet and hurriedly reached out to snatch the phone back.
Shang Yan nimbly dodged it, and said with a grin, "Mom gave us money, why didn't you take it!"
"This is a treasure bestowed upon us by our mother. If you won't take it, I will!"
"No..." How did it become "Mom"?
After several months of training, Shang Yan's body became as agile as a monkey from Mount Emei, incredibly nimble.
Zhou Ping reached out to grab him twice but failed.
“I can’t take this money, I have enough,” Zhou Ping said, pursing his lips. “Besides… we don’t need that much, and Auntie works hard to earn money…”
He opened his mouth and stammered out a lot of things.
After listening attentively to what he said, Shang Yan paused. At that moment, Zhou Ping quickly took two steps forward and stood in front of Shang Yan, tightly gripping Shang Yan's right hand that was holding the phone.
"I'll turn back," he said, gripping Shang Yan's wrist tightly with his left hand while turning on his phone with his other.
She turned around, but Shen Yu quickly returned.
Shen Yu: Is it because you think it's not enough?
Zhou Ping: No.
He was anxiously typing with one hand. Seeing that he was a little flustered, Shang Yan leaned over and extended his free left hand, pressing the voice button.
Shang Yan's voice was clear and bright, "Thank you for your gift, Mother. Zhou Ping, please express your gratitude quickly!"
Zhou Ping:......
After being interrupted by Shang Yan, she couldn't say anything else.
Zhou Ping forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
The 30-second voice message was finally sent.
Shen Yu: Have fun!
After exiting the chat interface with Shen Yu, Zhou Ping tightly gripped Shang Yan's right hand, lowered his eyes, and thought for a long time.
"Then I'll transfer it to you." How could he possibly accept that money...?
"No, if you think it's too much, then take good care of me these next few days." Shang Yan could easily see what Zhou Ping was thinking, so he made a reasonable request that Zhou Ping couldn't refuse.
“Even without the money, I will still take good care of you,” Zhou Ping said, gazing intently at Shang Yan.
The moment their eyes met, his dark pupils were filled with seriousness.
Seeing his serious expression, Shang Yan moved closer to him and asked, "Then you should take better care of him?"
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping silently took out his phone and mentally planned his trip.
The two of them first took a car together to Cangnan City. After getting off the car, Shang Yan reached out and rubbed his waist and buttocks.
"This is shaking my bones to pieces," he complained somewhat discontentedly.
Turning his gaze to Zhou Ping, who remained calm and composed beside him, Shang Yan asked with some confusion, "Zhou Ping, don't you feel anything?"
Is he really that inflexible?
Zhou usually checks the road conditions from time to time. When Shang Yan asked him this question, he answered somewhat awkwardly, "Yes."
However, he has a strong physique, and coupled with the fact that he has been reading novels (cultivating) during this period, his endurance is still very high.
"..." It turns out that some people do have feelings, but they don't say it.
Shang Yan walked alongside Zhou Ping, and when Zhou Ping wasn't paying attention, he reached out and touched his side. "Doesn't your back hurt?"
Zhou Ping gave a somewhat sensitive snort, grabbed Shang Yan's hand, and pulled him forward with unwavering eyes.
"It's not sour, stop bothering me." His voice was a little hoarse. Afraid that Shang Yan would touch him again, Zhou Ping held his right hand tightly and dared not let go for a moment.
“We’ll take bus number 7 to the Peace Affairs Office you mentioned. I’ve already booked the hotel; we can go there tonight.” Zhou Ping’s arrangements were well-organized. When he mentioned the hotel, he hesitated for a moment and said, “I booked the hotel last night.”
Shang Yan listened attentively and nodded seriously, "Oh, a double room? I finally got to come out of town, I want to sleep in a double room!"
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping nodded slightly. “I only booked one room.”
This was the first time he had gone out with Shang Yan. Shang Yan himself had occasional bouts of illness, and Zhou Ping was really worried about him...
"Why book one room instead of two?" Shang Yan asked, sounding confused.
“A single room is cheaper,” Zhou Ping replied with the most practical answer.
Last night, he searched online for many hotels and guesthouses before finally finding the affordable and inexpensive Chaoyang Hotel.
A room was cheaper, so Zhou Ping decisively chose to book it.
Besides, he and Shang Yan were so close that they could share a pair of pants, and it wouldn't be unacceptable for them to sleep in the same room.
They finally arrived at the Peace Agency, and Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping inside.
They saw Wen Qimo walking out right in front of them.
Shang Yan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Long time no see, Brother Qi Mo!"
Wen Qimo glanced at Shang Yan and Zhou Ping beside him, "This is your friend?"
"Yes, when are we going on a mission?" Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping to his side. "Zhou Ping is very capable. He'll be with me!"
Wen Qimo looked at Zhou Ping again carefully, but found nothing unusual about him. He looked like an ordinary person.
"You're too early. We'll go this afternoon; the Hidden Mist Demons always operate at night..."
After saying that, Wen Qimo pulled Shang Yan aside and whispered, "Does your friend really have a forbidden realm? He looks like an ordinary person... Shang Yan, don't drag ordinary people into this!"
"Brother, Zhou Ping is really amazing. In the summer, he took a tree branch and just swished it twice, and that tentacle monster that came out of the sewer was dead." Shang Yan gestured vividly to Wen Qimo.
Zhou Ping, someone who can become stronger just by reading novels, is someone Shang Yan has never met before.
As for what level Zhou Ping is at now, Shang Yan is not quite sure.
Because Zhou Ping usually keeps his aura hidden, you can't tell his strength at all, and he looks like an ordinary person.
"Really?" Wen Qimo was a little skeptical. "If he were an ordinary person, we would erase his memories."
"I guarantee it, I'll be on a mission with him tonight," Shang Yan assured, patting his chest.
Wen Qimo, "..."
"Then remember to protect him. What is his forbidden realm? Is he interested in joining us?" Since he is Shang Yan's friend, and Shang Yan said he is quite powerful, we definitely can't let him go.
I'll ask him about it later.
Seeing the two whispering in the corner, Zhou Ping's ears twitched. He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Zhao Kongcheng came out quickly, and when he saw Shang Yan, he walked over with a smile, "You kid, you're here way too early!"
"The captain said we'll meet at 5 PM, so let's come then!"
"You didn't say a specific time when you called me yesterday," Shang Yan thought, feeling a pang of heartache at the thought of getting up so early.
Zhao Kongcheng touched his nose guiltily and shifted his gaze to Zhou Ping. "Is this the friend you mentioned?"
"His name is Zhou Ping," Shang Yan introduced.
All three people present turned their attention to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping took a small step behind Shang Yan and then greeted him, "...Hello."
"Hey, Shangyan looks like a loudmouth, but I didn't expect you to be so introverted," Zhao Kongcheng joked, reaching out to pat Zhou Ping on the shoulder.
Wen Qimo remained silent, only nodding in agreement.
"You haven't eaten yet since you arrived, have you? Uncle Zhao will take you to a restaurant!" Zhao Kongcheng said in a good mood.
"Uncle, how did you know we hadn't eaten yet? Zhou Ping and I both have big appetites, are you sure we won't eat you out of house and home?" Upon hearing this, Shang Yan's eyes lit up and he quickly pulled Zhou Ping to follow.
Wen Qimo shook his head slightly; he had other things to do, and turned to leave.
After a satisfying meal, it was only eleven o'clock.
There was still some time before 5 p.m., so after saying goodbye to Zhao Kongcheng, Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping's hand and said, "Shall we go back to the Chaoyang Hotel?"
Zhou Ping's consideration was indeed very thoughtful. The Chaoyang Hotel where they were staying was only two streets away from the Peace Office, which made it very convenient for them to travel back and forth.
It was almost noon, and Shang Yan was about to take a nap.
Zhou Ping nodded slightly. "Okay."
Upon arriving at the hotel room, Shang Yan immediately collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress.
"Zhou Ping, are you going to take a nap?" People always feel sleepy after eating. Shang Yan rubbed his eyes; he was already planning to sleep.
“I think…no need.” Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
He wasn't sleepy at the moment, so he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, ready to watch Shang Yan fall asleep.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Zhou Ping patted Shang Yan's arm.
"Did you bring any clothes?" It seems like they're going to stay in Cangnan City for several days. I wonder if Shang Yan brought any changes of clothes.
Shang Yan, "..."
Seeing that Shang Yan had fallen asleep, Zhou Ping sighed and turned to rummage through Shang Yan's backpack.
Seeing that Shang Yan's backpack only contained his usual medicine and a water bottle, Zhou Ping covered his face with his hands.
He knew it...
The door clicked shut, and Zhou Ping took his phone and went out to buy something.
When Shang Yan woke up after sleeping for two hours, there were two sets of clothes neatly placed on the bed, and a bag of toiletries on the bedside table.
Zhou Ping walked over carrying the steamed buns he had just bought.
"Awake?" He pointed to the clothes neatly laid out on the bed. "Try them on first and see if they fit. Then eat something."
Shang Yan had a slight headache from sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and replied in a muffled voice, "Okay... um?"
"Why did you buy me these clothes?" he asked, rummaging through them and finding two pairs of underwear.
Shang Yan, "..."
Bushi, you don't even know his size, do you?
He carried two sets of clothes into the bathroom and quickly changed.
He changed in a bit of a hurry, and lost his balance. He reached out and grabbed the glass door of the bathroom, making a noise.
Zhou Ping turned around after hearing the noise.
"Shang Yan..." Zhou Ping called out to Shang Yan, then reached out and yanked the curtain outside the bathroom shut. "Don't you close the curtain when you change?"
"I forgot..." In just a few minutes, Shang Yan quickly finished the test and didn't feel that anything was wrong.
He just forgot to close the curtain while changing clothes. He and Zhou Ping are practically inseparable. What's wrong with him glancing at him a few times?
When Shang Yan came out, he even lifted the fabric of his black inner lining to reveal the results of his months of training.
"Look at this, it's the result of hard work!" He even showed off his well-defined abdominal muscles on his fair belly.
Do you have one?
"You don't have any, do you?" Shang Yan asked cheekily, lifting the fabric to reveal Zhou Ping's perfectly defined eight-pack abs.
Zhou Ping, "..."
Zhou Ping closed his eyes, reached out and pressed down on his hand, forcefully tearing the fabric that Shang Yan had pushed against his chest off.
How could you do this?
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