noffsinger Chapter 127 might be tough on you.
Chapter 127 might be tough on you.
Xiao Zheng had been eavesdropping on their conversation. When he heard Yan Xun say that Ning Xinian was secretly dating, he immediately glanced at Ning Xinian out of the corner of his eye and even took out his phone, seemingly preparing to report to Song Baiyuan at the first sign of trouble so that this audacious Ning Xinian could be brought to justice on the spot.
So when Xiao Zheng heard that Yan Xun was just guessing, a hint of disappointment showed in his eyes.
He was there and watched the entire recording of the program, so he naturally knew what note Yan Xun was talking about.
“It wasn’t me,” Ning Xinian immediately denied. “I thought you wrote it.”
"You're acting guilty, so you're starting to cry wolf," Yan Xun immediately retorted. "How could I possibly have written it?"
He appeared confident on the surface, but his heart sank completely.
He felt that Ning Xinian was not lying, and that the note about dating was indeed not written by Ning Xinian.
The only two notes in that variety show that had any real impact were "resurrected from the dead" and "secretly dating".
The other notes might have been written by the two of them, but this was a game instance, not reality... Yan Xun sighed inwardly; he had thought he was the one who had been resurrected.
I never imagined that I was the one crying wolf; I was the one who was dating, and he was always the one who suspected others.
Yan Xun looked Ning Xinian over again and guessed that the other's resurrection was most likely related to Jia Ye.
So here's the question...
Who exactly is my romantic partner?
Since entering the game, he hasn't received any messages or hints. Could it be that he and his girlfriend don't communicate via mobile phone?
Do they have other ways of communicating?
Yan Xun wondered if he didn't know whether he was male or female, human or ghost, and whether the version of himself in the alternate version had the intelligence and emotional intelligence.
How could he keep his relationship a secret so well? Even He Jinqiu, who shared a dorm with him, didn't know?
……
Yan Xun and Ning Xinian, each with their own thoughts, arrived at the hospital's parking garage.
Song Baiyuan deliberately used a trick to prevent them from being discovered by paparazzi... When the four of them met up and arrived at the private ward, they saw Song Baiyuan with a solemn expression.
Song Baiyuan saw the four of them and sighed.
He Jingtang couldn't help but blurt out, "Disfigured?"
Song Baiyuan frowned. "Can't you think of something better?"
The beds behind were covered by curtains, so they didn't know Mu Yuanming's condition. Yan Xun thought Mu Yuanming shouldn't die so easily, but judging from Song Baiyuan's appearance, the situation wasn't optimistic either.
"Could he be paralyzed?" Yan Xun wondered.
"Brother Bai," Ning Xinian said, speaking in a sensible voice, "Has Mu Yuanming woken up?"
Song Baiyuan nodded.
Ning Xinian was puzzled. Since he was awake, why did Song Baiyuan's expression look so complicated? Could it be that Mu Yuanming was really paralyzed?
He Jinqiu stood beside Yan Xun, who seemed to be in a daze. His gaze occasionally lingered on Xiao Zheng in the corner before shifting back to look inside the curtain.
"Forget it, you'll see when you see it." Song Baiyuan probably felt that it was better to let them see for themselves than to say anything more.
So he pulled back the curtain, and everyone saw Mu Yuanming leaning against the hospital bed.
He looked no different from yesterday, Yan Xun thought. Apart from some scratches on his face and a cast on his arm, everything looked normal.
But Yan Xun felt that if that were the case, Song Baiyuan should immediately take a picture with Mu Yuanming to play the victim for the fans, instead of calling them all over with a serious expression.
Mu Yuanming's gaze swept over the group of people before finally settling on Yan Xun.
"Yan Xun".
He looked at He Jinqiu again, "He Jinqiu."
Then they started calling out names.
He Jingtang was confused and thought that Mu Yuanming was the BOSS preparing to unleash a big move and call out names first. He looked at Mu Yuanming tentatively and asked, "How about it, brother?"
"Is your mind alright?"
Mu Yuanming fell silent, as if he had been frightened by He Jingtang.
He Jingtang was also startled by his reaction. He stammered, looking at Song Baiyuan, then pointed at Mu Yuanming, "Was your brain really damaged?"
"More or less," Song Baiyuan said. "Anyway, I can't remember anything."
"It took some effort just to get him to remember all of your faces and names." Song Baiyuan was also feeling exhausted, and he rubbed his forehead as he spoke. "Let me think about what to do first."
Their ward is on the 10th floor.
There is a small balcony outside, which allows patients to go out and breathe fresh air.
Looking at Mu Yuanming, who lay on the hospital bed with an "innocent" expression, Yan Xun felt that he hadn't come to this instance for a vacation, but to undergo a tribulation.
"Meow."
Cat meowing could be heard from the balcony.
Yan Xun looked in the direction of the meowing and saw a very small black cat on the balcony.
"How can such a small cat climb so high?" Ning Xinian asked, somewhat surprised.
Yan Xun glanced at them, then walked straight past them and onto the balcony.
The kitten seemed a little scared of him; upon seeing him, it bristled and meowed incessantly.
Yan Xun squatted down and caught the kitten.
He grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and pulled it into his arms... It was indeed a very small cat. It was terrified when it saw Yan Xun and its fur stood on end, but after seemingly realizing that he meant no harm, it started meowing again.
Mu Yuanming sat on the hospital bed, watching all of this.
After looking at it for a while, he finally said to Song Baiyuan, "Can I live with Yan Xun?"
"?" He Jingtang immediately objected, "No way."
"Who are you?" Mu Yuanming asked, a look of confusion on his face.
"I'm your roommate!"
"Oh." Mu Yuanming nodded, though he didn't say anything, but it conveyed the message that "it's not your turn to speak here."
He Jingtang wanted to beat him up.
"Brother Bai, let me try. That's how it's always shown on TV. Someone hits you on the head with a stick, and you lose your memory." He Jingtang was eager to try and raised his fist. "I think my fist can do it too."
For the first time, Song Baiyuan harbored resentment towards the master in his heart.
I don't think the master is that reliable; he seems to have chosen some crazy members for himself.
He was already annoyed enough, and now there was this idiot He Jingtang making things worse.
"Don't cause trouble for Brother Bai," Ning Xinian said, speaking in a reasonable tone.
Song Baiyuan thought to himself, "Thank goodness, there's someone reliable in the group."
Then Ning Xinian said, "In that case, let Mu Yuanming stay in a single room."
"I can give up my room."
He Jingtang was unhappy. "I don't want to live with you." Of course, he didn't want to live with Mu Yuanming either.
If he had to choose, it would definitely be best for him to live alone, but he couldn't let go of Yan Xun. His old father mentality was acting up, and he felt that the whole group was crazy and that he was the only normal person. He felt that it would be safest for Yan Xun to live with him.
“No,” Song Baiyuan said. “I think Mu Yuanming needs someone to take care of him.”
He glanced at Mu Yuanming's arm, then at Yan Xun, feeling that his nephew really didn't seem like someone who could take care of people, but he was also worried that He Jingtang, that damned bastard, would do something underhanded and make Mu Yuanming's injuries even worse.
Finally, he sighed.
"Yan Xun".
He looked at his nephew, feeling a little guilty, and said, "You'll probably have to work hard."