Chapter 78 I can't sleep because I miss you? "Who wants to go to his place..."
"Who wants to stay at his place? Zhu Yanhe is just being presumptuous again." The blush that had just faded came back, staining the tips of her ears and lingering for a long time. What exactly is Zhu Yanhe trying to do!
Zhu Zhu was a little confused by Ning Buyi's reaction. She stroked her chin and thought, "Is this what it means to hate someone? It doesn't seem like it."
Zhu Zhu coaxed him, "Okay, okay, Ningning, what do you want to eat? Look."
As she spoke, she handed him a menu.
Ning Buyi took the menu and browsed through it, his fingertips lingering over several dishes, when suddenly a shadow fell behind him, enveloping him.
The boy turned around in confusion, thinking it was a waiter.
Zhu Zhu's eyes widened for a moment, then he blinked. Why did his brother come uninvited?
Ning Buyi was about to get up and leave almost immediately, but he was grabbed tightly by a large hand as soon as he took a step.
Ning Buyi said urgently, "Let me go, I won't eat anymore."
Zhu Yanhe asked in a nonchalant tone, "Are you hiding from me because you miss me so much and are afraid of being discovered?"
"Who misses you?" Ning Buyi sat back down with a thud upon hearing this. Right, why should he hide? He didn't owe Zhu Yanhe anything; it was Zhu Yanhe who owed him!
"I missed you. I'm leaving." His tone was flat as he released his struggling hand and walked straight out the door.
Zhu Yanhe spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he were completing some task, but the words he spoke were actually meant to be seductive.
Ning Buyi was completely bewildered. Did Zhu Yan and the wind come and go just to say such a nonsensical thing? What was he trying to do? How stupid!
Across from him, Zhu Zhu frowned, clearly puzzled. His brother had only come to see Ningning once and then left. What was he up to now?
The waiter brought the dishes, and the two of them put the matter out of their minds, as if Zhu Yanhe had never been there.
"I'm relieved to see that Ningning is doing so well now."
Ning Buyi carried the box and walked out behind Zhu Zhu, chuckling softly.
The car Zhu Zhu had called for him was already parked on the side of the road. Ning Buyi sat in the back seat and turned his head to say goodbye to her. His pupils suddenly trembled as his gaze swept over her. There was a person standing far behind Zhu Zhu, quietly watching him.
They made eye contact for a fleeting moment, then Zhu Yanhe quickly looked away, got into his car, and drove off.
Ning Buyi's thoughts were in turmoil. He had been waiting at the door for so long, the wind was so strong that it blew up his coat and messed up his hairstyle, just to see him?
The boy tried hard to suppress the restlessness he couldn't control. He thought Zhu Yanhe must be sick, since he had been to the hospital last time he had a fever.
At night, Ning Buyi lay in bed with his eyes closed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His thoughts were a tangled mess. He simply sat up and decided to do some practice problems, trying to freeze his wildly beating heart with the cold test papers.
Ning Buyi sat at his computer desk. He had just opened the backend when a huge amount of information popped up again. He quickly glanced at it. The last time there was such a big event was the last time. Here we go again. When will this end?
Qiang Ge, who used to talk about math on the mic, posted a thread accusing Ning Buyi of plagiarizing other people's wisdom. He claimed that Ning Buyi's so-called innovative method was his original creation and posted a series of evidence images. Several of his colleagues also criticized Ning Buyi in the comments.
When Ning Buyi was teaching, someone asked him where he learned so many strange problem-solving methods. He simply said that he had come up with them himself.
Originally, this was nothing, but some netizens suggested that since both of them claimed to have created their own solutions, they should have a live competition to see who could solve the problem using unconventional methods first. The other side readily agreed, which was fine in itself.
Ning Buyi was unaware of this, as he had gone out to keep his appointment in the afternoon and missed the live broadcast to clarify the matter. Consequently, people assumed that Ning Buyi was too afraid to come, and that his so-called original work was plagiarism.
Ning Buyi scratched his head as he looked at the words calling him a plagiarist, not understanding what was going on. Was there such a thing as plagiarism when solving problems?
The post was filled with insults, and the other side was clearly good at controlling public opinion, but Ning Buyi was still confused. He was already in a state of confusion, so he simply ignored everything and started a live stream.
"The questions I refreshed today." Ning Buyi used the set of questions that Zhu Zhu had given him as a subject in the shot.
"?? My homeroom teacher said he couldn't even get the original answer for this question."
"I can't do it anymore. Our school has one copy, and the whole grade uses one copy for printing."
"My apologies, those half-baked problem solvers were a complete shoo-in."
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After saying that, Ning Buyi stopped talking. He lowered his head and began to write silently, intending to make himself sleepy before going to bed. Only when his eyes scanned the black words on the paper did his heart calm down.
After the gossipmonger "Ning Buyi" started his live stream, a large number of people flocked to the chat, all eager to hear about the so-called academic plagiarism scandal. They were curious to see how the streamer, who had been avoiding the public eye all day, dared to go live again.
As a result, a bunch of people came in and stared at each other in the air. On the screen, only half of Ning Buyi's body was in the frame. The pen tip swished across the paper, spilling ink. He was completely immersed in the sea of ​​questions. He didn't feel sleepy at all; he felt increasingly hot.
"That's not right, why doesn't the streamer clarify that matter?"
"Streamer, streamer, did you really do such a thing?"
"Aren't you guys annoying? I don't care if it's true or not, I want to listen to something to help me sleep."
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In the silent room, the clock ticked closer to midnight. The man glanced indifferently at the still-live-streaming screen on his computer. He frowned unhappily; even though the gifts were lost, Ning Buyi hadn't stopped the broadcast.
"Why is it still playing?" Zhu Yanhe dialed the number.
Ning Buyi answered the vibrating phone next to her, reached out and turned off the live stream on her computer, and said reproachfully, "It's all your fault."
Zhu Yanhe asked, "Why?"
Ning Buyi muttered, "It's all your fault I can't sleep."
"I can't sleep because I miss you so much."
The boy replied hesitantly, "No, that's not it."
Zhu Yanhe raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that Ning Buyi didn't react like a puppy. He straightened his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Buyi pursed his lips, his pen tip casually poking at the exam paper: "Why are you standing at the door?"
Zhu Yanhe curled his lips, knowing that this wasn't what he wanted to ask. Ning Buyi wanted to know why she always followed behind him, even though they had already separated.
"Are you annoying?"
Why don't you go home?
If you catch a cold, you'll end up in the hospital, so Ning Buyi silently replied with the remaining half of the sentence, seemingly unrelated to the question.
I miss you so much.
"I've been thinking about it," Zhu Yanhe added, recalling what Ning Buyi had said earlier.
Zhu Yanhe had lived for over twenty years and had never uttered such sentimental and cheesy words before, but when she met Ning Buyi, it was as if she had learned it without a teacher, and the words just came out naturally.
Ning Buyi lowered his eyelashes and let out a soft "oh." The moon outside the window was full. He took a step and plopped down on the bay window.
"You always say that."
Ning Buyi seemed unusually gentle tonight, unlike before when he always pricked her and would even feel prickly when she tried to stroke him. Zhu Yanhe's thoughts stirred slightly: "I'm always serious."
Can I see you now?
Ning Buyi swung her legs, which were dangling in the air, and said, "I haven't forgiven you yet."
"I'm downstairs."
Zhu Yanhe, like a cunning fox, had already picked up his car keys the moment he dialed the number. He was certain Ning Buyi knew it was him calling.
And the moment he heard Ning Buyi's softened tone, he knew that the boy's heart had softened as well.
Ning Buyi had no reason to hate him; he just disliked that Zhu Yanhe had lied to him, yet Zhu Yanhe kept saying he missed him.
The longing in his heart knocked on Ning Buyi's door little by little, disturbing him so much that he couldn't help but think of his warm embrace at night, of his blessings and his constant, subtle care.
Ning Buyi frowned: "I didn't say I wanted to see you."
"Then close your eyes and stand by the window, okay?" The wind was whistling in her ears, and Zhu Yanhe's voice was a little far away.
He couldn't resist stepping onto the bay window. In the dark open space stood a man in a coat. Zhu Yanhe stood in the middle of the night, almost blending into the darkness. Ning Buyi asked him, "Are you really sick, Zhu Yanhe? What are you doing here so late?"
Zhu Yanhe looked up and could only see a figure in the dimly lit room: "Because I miss you so much."
Ning Buyi pressed his face against the glass window, the howling wind whipping his clothes and hair around him. He said somewhat impatiently, "You should go home now that you've finished watching."
Zhu Yanhe chuckled, "I haven't seen it yet."
The phone in her ear was still connected but had gone silent. The figure that had been leaning on the balcony had also disappeared. Zhu Yanhe's upturned lips gradually flattened, but the trace of disappointment lingered.
"Wish Yanhe!"
A clear sound pierced the sky, waking up the motion-activated lights in the stairwell. It also wafted through the wind and touched his heart. Ning Buyi's pajamas were loosely draped over his body, and his slender figure stood under the dim yellow light, with tiny flies swimming around it.
Zhu Yanhe's deep pupils trembled. He walked with the speed of the wind, his clothes billowing higher than before, and his heart seemed to beat vividly and fiercely once again.
Ning Buyi softened her heart towards him, time and time again.
He embraced the soft body once again, and Zhu Yan held the boy tightly in his arms, sniffing the familiar scent, which was like nourishment for his heart, allowing it to take root and sprout anew.
"Zhu Yanhe and I didn't ask you to hug me!" Ning Buyi braced himself against Zhu Yanhe's chest and tried to push him away, but Zhu Yanhe was holding him so tightly that it felt like he was being pressed into Zhu Yanhe's body.
Zhu Yanhe's grip didn't loosen, and soft strands of hair nestled on the boy's shoulder, tickling Ning Buyi. He tilted his head and pushed her away, saying, "Zhu Yanhe!"
My colleague said he's usually aloof and unapproachable, but he's acting like a big dog, pushing his luck. I'm so annoyed! He shouldn't have come down!
A moment later, Zhu Yanhe straightened up and asked knowingly, "Why did you come down?"
Ning Buyi took a step back, afraid that he would pounce on her again: "Didn't you say you wanted to see me? Now that you're done looking, hurry up and leave."
"So you don't have to leave if you don't look?" Zhu Yanhe turned his head away from the shorter boy in front of him, slyly nitpicking his words.
Ning Buyi was stunned. No, buddy!
He covered Zhu Yanhe's face with both hands, forcefully turned his head, and said, word by word, "Look!"
Zhu Yanhe suppressed a laugh. Ning Buyi's palms were not as warm as his own; they were still cool. He raised his hand and grasped that icy touch, trying to warm it with his own hands.
"Is the air conditioning off? Your hands are so cold."
Ning Buyi tried to pull back but couldn't budge it. He looked at the man speechlessly and said, "This has nothing to do with it. When are you leaving?"
Zhu Yanhe replied, "I'll leave after I see you upstairs."
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Author's note: The two of them are so cute. Jian'er is just so sweet and gentle. Although President Zhu lied to him, his kindness to him was genuine, and he remembers it.
Zhu Yanhe: Who is my good puppy?
Ning Buyi: (Grinning)
Zhu Yanhe: My house has a vicious dog.
Ning Buyi leaped into someone's arms, cupping Zhu Yanhe's face and grinding his teeth, leaving several teeth marks on his cheek. However, their family had more than one "vicious dog." Ning Buyi sat angrily in someone's lap with his arms crossed and his face covered in teeth marks, while Zhu Yanhe leaned against the top of Ning Buyi's head with a smile.
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