ATPN Chapter 59

Yu Zhanrong came out after taking a shower and saw a missed call from Yang You. But Yang You knew he was coming back to the apartment today, so why was he calling?

Afraid that something was up, Yu Zhanrong called back, and the call was immediately answered.

“You finally answered the phone! About you calling ‘husband’ this afternoon…”

“It really wasn’t me!” Yu Zhanrong interrupted him helplessly.

He had already explained it many times, that the showy brother next to him shouted it and it had nothing to do with him. He couldn’t clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

“…”

“Alright, alright, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t you.” Yang You paused slightly, then continued, “But that’s not the point. The point is, someone is maliciously attacking you on the forum, saying you’re shamelessly chasing after someone, saying the nastiest things possible. It’s really too much.”

Yu Zhanrong blinked, grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and replied with indifference, “Let them talk, what does it matter to me?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you angry at all? Damn it, the three of us argued with those people in the dorm for half an hour, we were so angry we couldn’t even eat!” Yang You’s emotions were a little agitated, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notches.

Tang Wei, who had been silent on the side, suddenly interjected in surprise, “Was that bowl of beef noodles you just ate fed to the dog?”

Yang You choked.

Tang Wei immediately leaned over and said into Yang You’s phone, “Yu’er, don’t look at the forum, it’s a complete mess with people attacking you. I get angry just looking at it!”

Yu Zhanrong smiled and responded.

However, people are often like this: the more others tell them not to do something, the more curious they become, wanting to find out what’s going on.

After hanging up the phone, the first thing Yu Zhanrong did was open the school forum to see how much it had blown up, enough for them to specifically call and tell him not to look.

When he saw the trending topics on the forum, Yu Zhanrong’s originally calm expression instantly became incredibly astonished, his eyes widening.

Holy crap!

Yu Meiren called ‘husband’??!!!

He did want to call him that, but this time it really wasn’t him! Why are they spreading rumors? And the rumors became a trending post?

Scrolling down to read the comments, Tang Wei was right, there were indeed a lot of people attacking him, spreading rumors and lies. Ye Yunning wasn’t Song Baiyan’s girlfriend at all, and he wasn’t a third wheel…

Of course, there were also many people supporting the “Glorious Appearance” CP, and he supported it too.

Looking at the posting time, the post had been up for several hours, he wondered if Song Baiyan had seen it.

Ahhhhh!

Given the situation at the time, he wondered if Song Baiyan had also misunderstood.

*

Having promised Song Baiyan to help him take care of Ah Li, Yu Zhanrong rushed to the apartment as soon as class was over. Song Baiyan was leaving for Haicheng in the afternoon, so he had to go over and see if there was anything else he needed to know.

Mainly because he had never raised a cat before, so there were some things he needed to pay attention to.

The weather was great yesterday, but today it suddenly started raining. Winter weather was so fickle.

Yu Zhanrong didn’t bring an umbrella. The rain wasn’t heavy, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to get rained on a little. In order to get back to the apartment sooner, he rushed straight into the rain.

Knocking on Song Baiyan’s door, Yu Zhanrong rubbed his face, only to realize that his hair was very wet. Looking down, he saw that he was a mess.

The rain didn’t seem that heavy, so why did he look so dirty? Yu Zhanrong sighed.

Maybe he should go back and change his clothes first.

Just as he was about to turn around and go home, the door in front of him opened.

Yu Zhanrong subconsciously looked over and met Song Baiyan’s slightly furrowed brow.

Song Baiyan glanced at him, seeing his messy, wet hair, his pupils slightly contracted and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly.

“Come in.”

Yu Zhanrong: “…”

Why did he seem unhappy?

Yu Zhanrong stood hesitantly at the door, staring at Song Baiyan’s back.

A gust of wind passed through, and Yu Zhanrong shivered from the cold, unable to help sniffing. When he looked at Song Baiyan again, he had returned.

Before he could say anything, a large towel was thrown over his head, completely enveloping Yu Zhanrong.

His head covered, Yu Zhanrong muffled, “Senior brother…”

Seeing that he didn’t move, Song Baiyan directly reached out and rubbed his head through the towel, “It’s raining, don’t you know to hold an umbrella? It’s so cold, you’ll easily catch a cold.”

The cool tone revealed obvious concern.

Yu Zhanrong was rubbed until he swayed his head, without any discomfort. He even grinned under the towel, where no one could see.

But did his senior brother forget that he lived next door? He could go back and take a shower?

“Senior brother…”

Hearing the sound, Song Baiyan paused slightly in his action of rubbing his hair. Looking at his subconscious behavior, he couldn’t help but frown.

Their relationship didn’t seem close enough to wipe hair for each other. Afraid that Yu Zhanrong would feel uncomfortable, Song Baiyan took a step back, leaving the most comfortable distance between people, and lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions churning in his eyes.

After a moment.

Yu Zhanrong crawled out from under the towel, wearing his messed-up hair, and said in a muffled voice, “Senior brother, I live next door, can I go take a shower and come back?”

“Okay.”

He took off the towel to hand it to Song Baiyan, but remembering that he had used it, he immediately took it back.

“?” Song Baiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at him in confusion.

Yu Zhanrong hugged the towel in his arms: “Um, I used it, can I wash it and return it to you?”

“No need…”

“Then I’ll go back first.” Not caring about Song Baiyan’s reaction, he turned and ran.

You’re so promising, Yu Xiaorong.

When Yu Zhanrong finished showering and went over, the door next door wasn’t locked. He directly pushed it open and walked in. There were even a pair of cotton slippers at the entrance, which Song Baiyan must have prepared for him.

Song Baiyan’s home was a bit larger than the apartment he rented. It was no different from when he lived here, except that there was a small house in the corner of the living room, which must be Ah Li’s nest.

As soon as he entered the door, Ah Li ran out enthusiastically to greet him. Yu Zhanrong picked up the cat and hugged it in his arms.

“Hachoo–” Yu Zhanrong rubbed his nose and sneezed loudly.

Hearing the movement in the living room, Song Baiyan came out of the kitchen with a cup of ginger tea. Yu Zhanrong saw it as soon as he looked up and subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

Seeing his resistant expression, Song Baiyan didn’t intend to let him go. He walked straight towards him and said in a tone that brooked no refusal: “Finish the ginger tea, don’t catch a cold.”

“…” Yu Zhanrong’s eyelids trembled. Before he even drank it, his nose was filled with the pungent smell of ginger. Although he didn’t like it, he still reached out and took it.

“It’ll get rid of the cold, your constitution is poor.” Song Baiyan instructed him.

Yu Zhanrong obediently responded, slowly approached and smelled the ginger tea, immediately frowned and backed away, seeing that Song Baiyan had returned to the kitchen and wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing.

So, Yu Zhanrong silently put the cup in his hand on the coffee table, specifically placing it in the corner farthest away from him, as if that would make him not smell it.

He didn’t like ginger tea and didn’t want to drink it, he didn’t even want to touch it, but this cup of ginger tea was personally made by Song Baiyan…

On the other side, Song Baiyan had long known that Yu Zhanrong didn’t like ginger. Worried that he wouldn’t want to drink it, he specifically came out midway to take a look. As expected, the cup of ginger tea was left in the corner.

“Yu’er.”

Yu Zhanrong quickly reached out and took the cup back, holding it tightly in his hands, carefully taking a small sip, then raised his head and said to Song Baiyan, “I was drinking it.”

His actions were faster than his brain. After this whole series of actions, after drinking the ginger tea, Yu Zhanrong realized what he had done.

Damn it! Why am I such a wimp?