ATPN Chapter 81

Yu Zhanrong’s mood this evening was like a roller coaster, and he still couldn’t quite figure out what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, slung his guitar on his back, walked up to Song Baiyan, and softly called out, “Senior Brother.”

He stood in front of Song Baiyan with his head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for his parents to criticize him.

Being this close, Yu Zhanrong could smell the alcohol on Song Baiyan. He wanted to ask if he had drunk too much, but he didn’t dare to open his mouth.

Song Baiyan’s expression was unreadable. He stared at Yu Zhanrong for a few seconds, then reached out and ruffled his hair, asking, “Do you have a driver’s license?”

?

Yu Zhanrong was stunned by this unexpected question. After reacting, he immediately raised his hand like an elementary school student and said, “Yes!”

Song Baiyan nodded, said nothing more, and simply tossed the car keys to Yu Zhanrong. Then, he walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and got in.

?!

Yu Zhanrong caught the keys in a fluster, a little dazed.

He did have a driver’s license, but he ran away from home after getting it and hadn’t driven a car himself yet!

But Song Baiyan seemed to have drunk too much and wasn’t in a good mood either.

Yu Zhanrong held the car keys and froze for a moment. Then, like being forced onto the back of a duck, he got into the driver’s seat from the other side, fastened his seat belt, and looked at Song Baiyan hesitantly.

Song Baiyan pressed his temples: “Drive.”

“Senior Brother, I…” might not be very good at it.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but seeing Song Baiyan leaning against the back of the chair, his brow furrowed tightly, and his face was full of fatigue, he really looked uncomfortable, so he silently closed his mouth.

He looks so tired.

Yu Zhanrong couldn’t help but feel a little worried, but he was also afraid of disturbing him.

“What’s wrong?” Noticing his mood, Song Baiyan still asked.

“It’s nothing, Senior Brother, you rest.”

Yu Zhanrong steadied his mind. If he drove slowly, it should be fine.

He started the car and pressed the accelerator.

Yu Zhanrong hadn’t touched a car in a long time, so he felt a little unfamiliar, but he quickly got the hang of it once he started. What boy doesn’t like cars? He became inexplicably excited holding the steering wheel, and dimples gradually appeared on his lips.

Song Baiyan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Yu Zhanrong’s condition, and closed them again. There was nothing wrong, just a little slow.

His mind was full of Yu Zhanrong singing on stage. While drinking, he almost rushed onto the stage to button up Yu Zhanrong’s chest. He wanted to block the gazes of those people.

And Wei Xuan…

Thinking of the way he looked at Yu Zhanrong, Song Baiyan suddenly started emitting cold air again.

Yu Zhanrong felt it while driving. He glanced at Song Baiyan and silently turned up the temperature in the car a little.

The car drove into the underground garage of the apartment complex, accurately found a parking space, and parked the car.

Song Baiyan still had his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

The garage was very quiet, and so was the car. In the small space, only their breathing could be heard.

Yu Zhanrong didn’t move, just stared at Song Baiyan quietly. He’s so handsome, just like before, the focus of attention wherever he goes.

Recalling what had happened during this time, starting from running away from home and meeting Song Baiyan, the interactions between them became more and more frequent.

From only seeing his pictures on the school bulletin board every day, to following every event of his on the forum.

From consciously putting on a persona when he saw him, to now he has learned to retort to Song Baiyan.

The more attention he got, the more greedy he became…

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Yu Zhanrong was dazed for a moment before realizing that he had been staring at the side of his face for a long time.

“Senior Brother, are you… are you feeling better?”

Song Baiyan woke up a bit: “It’s nothing. I drank a little too quickly tonight, and the alcohol is hitting me. I have a bit of a headache.”

Song Baiyan didn’t ask anything about tonight. After getting out of the car, the two of them went upstairs together in the elevator. There were only two of them in the elevator, and they didn’t say a word until they reached their floor.

Yu Zhanrong couldn’t help but glance at Song Baiyan a few more times, wanting to stop him and say something, but he didn’t know where to start.

Yu Zhanrong hesitated for a while before entering his apartment, and still called out to Song Baiyan.

“Senior Brother…” Yu Zhanrong hesitated. In the end, he was still afraid that Song Baiyan would deduct points from his impression, although he didn’t know if that still mattered.

Song Baiyan walked back and gently rubbed the top of Yu Zhanrong’s head: “You’re very good, go back and rest.”

“Of course, we still can’t skip the morning run tomorrow.”

Yu Zhanrong, who had been worried and scared all night, finally felt relieved at this moment. He had never thought that the words “morning run” could sound so pleasant. He nodded with bright eyes, and shallow dimples appeared on his lips.

Song Baiyan’s heart stirred slightly, staring at those two small dimples, his eyes deep.

Little Fish didn’t notice at all, still staring at the person in front of him with shining eyes. His eyes were too pure and bright, and Song Baiyan felt that he didn’t want to be a gentleman anymore.

Just as he wanted to go further, Yu Zhanrong suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying quickly, “Senior Brother, then I’ll go back first, bye-bye, good night.”

“…”

Song Baiyan looked at the door that had already closed and smiled helplessly.

Running pretty fast, huh?

Yu Zhanrong leaned against the door, pressing down on his violently beating heart, feeling it beating even faster than when he ran 1000 meters.

Listening to Song Baiyan’s footsteps walking away outside the door, the door next door opened and closed again, Yu Zhanrong finally let out a long breath.

Just now…?

He wanted to kiss him, didn’t he?

Yu Zhanrong pursed his lips, thought for a while, opened his phone, found the forum, and posted a thread with his smurf account.

[I’m a guy, and I feel like the Senior Brother I’ve had a crush on for a long time wants to kiss me. Does he like me? Or am I overthinking it?]

After posting the thread, he threw the phone on the sofa, grabbed his clothes, and went to take a shower.

By the time he came out, many people had already replied to the thread.

[Floor 1: Can you describe it in detail?]

Describe in detail?

How to describe it?

Yu Zhanrong scratched his head in confusion. Did he have to say that Song Baiyan stared at his mouth for a long time? And then got closer and closer to him?

[Floor 2: Judging by this, the poster likes his Senior Brother]

[Floor 3: What nonsense are you talking about upstairs? The poster already said they’ve had a crush for a long time.]

[Floor 4: Probably overthinking it. I’ve encountered this situation before, and it turned out I had something on my face.]

“…”

Yu Zhanrong subconsciously touched his face. Did he have something on his face just now?

He didn’t remember, he didn’t notice at all.

If he did, Song Baiyan would usually just wipe it off for him. He had experience with that.

He continued to read the thread.

[Floor 5: I think the poster can test him out]

Test him out?

[Reply to Floor 4: How to test him?]

The reply came quickly, appearing as soon as he refreshed. Yu Zhanrong stared at the reply for two seconds, frowned, and continued to ask.

[Floor 4: Find an opportunity to kiss him, see his reaction]

[Reply to Floor 4: What if he doesn’t like me?]

[Floor 4: Then he doesn’t like you.]

Yu Zhanrong: “…”

Okay, okay, just watch the excitement and don’t care if the person involved lives or dies, right?

Why would he ask this kind of question on the forum? What an idiot.

He pressed the power button on his phone and threw it aside, leaning back on the sofa, slapping his forehead hard.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have run just now. Maybe he would have already ended his single life.

Damn it! He could kick himself.