"Hey, why are you still holding a broom?" Shang Yan turned around and glanced at him; he was still holding his phone.
"Go sit down for a while and wait for me for five minutes," Zhou Ping said, then picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor.
Such a model worker, so conscientious.
"Honestly, if I were your boss, I would definitely bully you," Shang Yan said, picking up Zhou Ping's phone from the table.
There aren't many honest people like Zhou Ping anymore. He's very serious about his work, honest and capable.
Shang Yan opened Zhou Ping's phone and found that he had very few apps on it.
Besides the apps that come pre-installed on the phone, there's a small green WeChat contact, and then nothing else.
It's so clean; it's a stark contrast to Shang Yan's phone screen.
Shang Yan opened his phone, which contained four or five single-player games: Happy Landlords, Plants vs. Zombies, Fruit Ninja, Snake...
There are also quite a few games that require a team to play.
"Hiss..." Shang Yan gasped, looking at Zhou Ping's busy back. "Zhou Ping, no wonder you did so well in school."
If there are no entertainment activities, then they must be focusing all their attention on studying.
"Hmm?" Zhou Ping quickly wiped the table, and five minutes had passed by the time he put down the broom.
He walked over and sat down next to Shang Yan.
"Shall we just sit here and play?" Shang Yan handed him his phone.
After Zhou Ping took the phone, he saw that Shang Yan had just downloaded a shooting solo game app on his phone. After listening to what Shang Yan said, he couldn't help but ask, "Where do you want to play?"
It's already dark outside, and if Shang Yan says he wants to go outside to play, Zhou Ping definitely won't agree.
"Can we go to your room to play?" Shang Yan took out a charger from his pocket. "My phone is almost dead. Do you have a power outlet in your bedroom? Can you charge it for me?"
The phone still has 42% battery left, which is definitely not enough to support him playing high-energy-consuming games like shooting solos. It might even shut down while he's playing, and then it'll be a battle to save the parents...
Hearing Shang Yan say he was going to his room, Zhou Ping's hand holding the phone tightened slightly. He nodded. "There's a power outlet. Come with me?"
No one except his third uncle has ever entered his bedroom.
Zhou Ping walked ahead, somewhat lost in thought.
The two of them walked up to the second floor, and Zhou Ping pushed open the door of the inner room and led Shang Yan inside.
The bedroom was not large, and the furnishings inside were extremely simple.
There was a bed that was neither too big nor too small, and next to the bed was a window that was open at the moment.
There is also a desk in the room, with some books, a desk lamp, and a chair on it.
The room was laid out clearly. Shang Yan walked to the bedside table, where a small nightlight and a box of candy were placed.
"Huh?" He picked up a lollipop and examined it closely; it was orange flavored.
Shang Yan picked up another one, which was also orange-flavored.
"Zhou Ping, do you really like orange-flavored candy?" Shang Yan couldn't help but turn around and ask.
Zhou Ping plugged the charger into the power outlet, took Shang Yan's phone, and started charging it.
“You like it.” Zhou Ping placed the box of candy in Shang Yan’s hand. He opened his mouth and said, “I bought it a few days ago, it’s all for you. Take these with you today.”
Shang Yan was touched again, not expecting that Zhou Ping was still thinking of him. "Good brother, I knew you were thinking of me."
Sitting on the edge of Zhou Ping's bed, Shang Yan stretched lazily. Zhou Ping's bed was neatly made, and the quilt was folded into a square like a tofu block. It was really clean and tidy.
Shang Yan sat for a while, but couldn't resist leaning back and lying down. The bedding must have been sun-dried not long ago, as it smelled of sunshine.
He squinted and rubbed himself against the blankets, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Tired of playing?" Zhou Ping saw him lying on the bed, so he put down his phone and turned to look at Shang Yan.
At that moment, the game had just ended.
"No, I just can't help lying down when I see a bed..." Shang Yan rolled around on the bed a couple of times and sighed, "If I had to choose a life partner, I would definitely spend the rest of my life with my bed."
Zhou Ping, who had been silently watching him, blinked upon hearing this and then asked, "Why?"
"Don't you think of your partner as a bed, where you can not only sleep anytime and anywhere, but also sleep comfortably on it? Isn't that wonderful?" Shang Yan answered without thinking.
He even used rhetorical questions.
Zhou Ping was taken aback by his question. He turned to look at Shang Yan, and after a long while, he calmly uttered a sentence, "There's more than just a bed that can provide this."
"What? Is there anything more comfortable than a bed?" Shang Yan exclaimed in shock. "No, if there were, I would have discovered it long ago."
He touched his chin.
Before his time travel, Shang Yan could be summed up in one sentence: more sleepy than a dog, more greedy than a pig, and more stubborn than a donkey.
This statement is a perfect and accurate summary.
If there really were something more comfortable than a bed, as Zhou Ping said, Shang Yan couldn't possibly be unaware of it.
However, he quickly stopped worrying about it.
Because Shang Yan stayed in bed too long.
Time quickly came to 8:30 pm. At this time, Shang Qingqian had already sent a message to urge him, and Zhou Ping also sat on the edge of the bed to urge him.
"It's time for you to go." Zhou Ping tugged at Shang Yan's arm for the tenth time. This time he used force, but still couldn't pull Shang Yan up.
"No, I can't get up." Shang Yan hugged the blanket, the chestnut-colored tuft of hair on his head trembling. His eyes darted around for a moment, then he buried his head and pretended to be asleep.
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping sighed and bent down, preparing to use both hands to pull Shang Yan up this time.
When Zhou Ping's hand touched his waist, Shang Yan made a surprising statement: "How about we sleep together tonight?"
“I’m not going home today. This bed is a bit small, but the two of us can squeeze in.” Shang Yan felt more and more that this idea was feasible. He quickly typed on his phone and then called his parents.
Zhou Ping stood helplessly by the bed, "No, the bed is too small... there's not enough room for the two of us, and your aunt and uncle will..."
The call was connected, and Shen Yu answered.
"Hey Mom, I want to stay at Zhou Ping's house tonight, I won't be going home!" Shang Yan said excitedly. "Don't worry, I won't do anything crazy, Zhou Ping is watching over us!"
On the other end of the phone, Shen Yu was still a little worried after hearing Shang Yan's words, "Yan Yan, this is the first time you haven't come home..."
"Mom, this is the first time I've stayed at my best friend's house! Next time, let Zhou Ping stay at our house!" Shang Yan replied with a smile. His voice was clear and bright, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
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