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    Yu Meiren himself was currently dragging his roommate to the school clinic to buy things. His mind was only filled with Song Baiyan being injured, and it was very likely that he was the one who caused it.

    He was guilty.

    He had committed a great sin!

    Yang You scrutinized the anxious “Yu Meiren” beside him all the way.

    This beauty was not quite right today.

    Too wrong.

    The previously agreed-upon trip to the library was forcibly cancelled, and he followed Yu Zhanrong to the school clinic, watching him carefully describe the symptoms to the school doctor, inquire about possible problems, and then pay for the medicine.

    Just when he thought he was done buying, someone detoured to a small supermarket?

    Could it be that he wanted to bring some fruit?

    Yang You considered himself a qualified escort, and he didn’t interrupt along the way until Yu Zhanrong bought more and more things, more and more miscellaneous, and finally even bought eggs.

    Excuse me???

    Yang You couldn’t help but ask, “Are these all for Song Baiyan?”

    Yu Zhanrong nodded, he had bumped Song Baiyan’s divine face into this state, he had to take responsibility.

    He didn’t know if these things would be enough.

    Yang You looked back and forth between Yu Zhanrong and the bag of things: “Does Song Baiyan have ten faces? Why use so many things?”

    Yu Zhanrong choked, “Better to be prepared, I only saw a photo and don’t know the specific damage, it’s always good to have more.”

    What he said was right, but was he too concerned about Song Baiyan?

    If Tang Wei or Liu Yi encountered this matter, Yu Zhanrong would at most buy Yunnan Baiyao spray, and wouldn’t prepare so many unnecessary things.

    Did the sun rise from the west today?

    Yang You scratched his head and suspiciously looked at the sun on the horizon, it was indeed in the west, but the sun was already setting.

    “Then, are you going to send these to him yourself now?” Yang You pointed to the exaggerated bag and asked him, not wanting Yu Zhanrong to shake his head very decisively.

    ?

    Yang You had a question mark on his forehead, not sending it now? Could it be that he would wait for Song Baiyan to recover before sending it?

    “I’m going to send it,” Yu Zhanrong said, looking at him, “but not by myself, will you go with me? Do me a favor.”

    Yang You: “…”

    Huh?!

    “What does this have to do with me? You’re the one who’s going to send it.”

    “Then just treat it as accompanying me,” Yu Zhanrong had never looked for Song Baiyan alone at school, and always felt a little awkward, after all, the senior at school was a little different from the senior at the apartment.

    Yang You remained unmoved, looking at the things handed to him, he refused with his arms crossed: “You bumped into him, you go yourself! And you’re going to apologize, but I have to carry the things?”

    “You bumped into someone too, it’s reasonable for us to go together.”

    “I didn’t bump into Song Baiyan.”

    Yu Zhanrong: “…”

    Yang You looked at him up and down, left and right, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, and quickly stopped him: “Don’t you dare—”

    “Youyou~…”

    The voice was charming and seductive.

    Yang You supported his forehead, and in the end, he still didn’t escape.

    Yu Zhanrong’s eyes were fixed on Yang You, his eyebrows raised slightly, the corners of his mouth curved up a little, and his thin lips parted slightly: “Please, go with me~”

    Yang You: “…”

    The delicate voice entered his ears, Yang You stiffened all over, and he wasn’t feeling well.

    He had a swear word that he didn’t know if he should say.

    Here it comes again!!

    Again!!

    It was always like this every time, and he couldn’t let him succeed this time.

    Yang You gritted his teeth and said, “Go yourself…”

    Luckily, he held on, and finally said these words, honestly, it was quite difficult to refuse him when facing such Yu Zhanrong.

    He couldn’t let the fish easily manipulate him this time, he had to solve the things he committed himself, and he always used this trick to make him compromise.

    If one trick didn’t work, there was another.

    What kind of person was Yu Zhanrong, how could he give up easily, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, blinked his eyes lightly, a gleam appeared in his eyes, and he put his hands together and said, “Youyou~, please~”

    “…”

    Yang You covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, what kind of spoiled brat was this.

    He really couldn’t stand it!

    Yang You was helpless, pretending to be fierce, he snatched the bag from his hand and sighed, “My ancestor, please spare me, I’ll go, can’t I go with you?”

    “Thank you, Youyou~”

    “Stop, stop right there, can I not afford it? Please spare me,” Yang You carried the things and rubbed his arms fiercely.

    Wearing such a beautiful young man’s face, using the voice of a royal sister to act spoiled with you.

    Who could stand it,

    And that little dimple came out to sway?

    Damn! His whole body was numb.

    It was simply deadly.

    Yu Zhanrong accepted it when he saw it was good, and very discerningly pinched his fingers and pulled them across his lips.

    Yang You saw that he was finally normal and not being a demon, glanced at him: “Who would believe it? The famous aloof beauty would actually use a female voice to act spoiled, isn’t the roommate’s life a life?”

    “Oh no, it’s Yu Meiren,”

    How could someone who was so good at acting spoiled be aloof at all? It was good-looking, that was without a doubt, but this guy had nothing to do with being aloof.

    Yang You couldn’t help but look at Yu Zhanrong, and finally came to the conclusion that the people who voted for him on the forum probably didn’t have very good eyesight.

    Otherwise, those votes were all bought, he was definitely not aloof with this kind of virtue, and he seriously doubted the authenticity of that result.

    So what?!

    Yu Zhanrong shrugged and didn’t argue, it was good as long as he achieved his goal, the process didn’t matter.

    Yu Zhanrong didn’t necessarily have to have Yang You accompany him, but the relationship between him and Song Baiyan seemed very fragmented, and the school gate was like a high wall standing between them.

    They basically had no interaction at school, and they seemed very familiar in the apartment, Yu Zhanrong even felt that he might be a bit schizophrenic.

    He didn’t dare to approach Song Baiyan too much when he saw him at school, and only wanted to hide in the corner and watch silently, Xu Yixuan even ridiculed him, saying that he was simply wasting opportunities.

    President Song at school was dazzling but stern, rigorous and indifferent, as if he was covered with a layer of inaccessible film, giving people a sense of distance.

    He found it difficult to associate the black-bellied but gentle senior in the apartment with the decisive and efficient President Song.

    Sending medicine and apologizing wasn’t scary, what was scary was that they were clearly very familiar but it would be an awkward and cold scene because the location was wrong, with Yang You around, at least someone could mediate the atmosphere, and even if it was really a cold scene, it wouldn’t be too awkward.

    Song Baiyan lived in the same building as them, just one floor above them, 411, the two dormitories were separated by one wall.

    But fate was so magical, even though they were only separated by a ceiling, Yu Zhanrong had never encountered Song Baiyan, not even once.

    Two flights of stairs, a total of twenty-odd steps, Yu Zhanrong’s heart thumped with each step, and he didn’t even know what he was nervous about.

    The thumping heartbeat made Yu Zhanrong involuntarily start to take deep breaths.

    Inhale, exhale.

    Yang You was startled by the subtle sound of gasping beside him: “Do you have altitude sickness?”

    He pointed to the floor sign: “It’s only 4 floors high, and you’re already hypoxic?”

    “…”

    This mouth was really poisonous, on par with his.

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