Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric
But before he could finish typing out his message and send it out, he had already received her response asking if he was Lin Jiayi.
She mistook me as grandpa once, and now she’s mistaking me to be Lin Jiayi? Just what in the world is she up to?
The irritated Lin Jiage was going to give a call to Shi Yao when another message arrived on his phone.
[Sis Jiayi, I know that you’re worried about me, but I’m not a child. I’ll take care of myself well!]
What? I’m the one who is worried about you over here! Who are you calling Lin Jiayi…
Lin Jiage scoffed in response when another message came in.
Shi Yao: [I’m still thankful to you though, Sis Jiayi. See you tomorrow at Mountain Changming! Muacks~]
Mu-a-cks…
Lin Jiage’s full attention was captured by that single word on the screen.
Muacks… Muacks… Soft Bun actually sent me a muacks… Even though she mistook me to be Lin Jiayi, the fact that she sent it to my phone is equivalent to her sending it to me…
With such thoughts in mind, Lin Jiage’s lips curled up slightly in glee.
Perhaps it was due to the lack of response after some time, Shi Yao seemed to have noticed that something was amiss, so she sent him another message, asking: [Are you… not Sis Jiayi?]
Looks like that dumbo Soft Bun isn’t completely helpless yet…
Lin Jiage’s fingers pattered across the screen quickly, and he replied: [What do you think?]
Shi Yao: [Ummm…]
Shi Yao: [Sorry about that. I thought that you were Sis Jiayi]
Shi Yao: [The only person I know who is so gentle and caring is Sis Jiayi. But speaking of which, when did you become so naggy?]
Gentle? Caring? Are you talking about Lin Jiayi?
Are you sure that those two adjectives can be used on that female dinosaur? Just who in the world taught Soft Bun her Chinese? The security uncle at the guardhouse?
Besides… naggy?
What is with this discriminatory treatment? It’s caring and gentle when Lin Jiayi sends it, but it becomes naggy if I’m the one who sent it?
It’s not alright for a person to be so openly biased!
Forget it, I will let this matter drop. There’s no need to pursue it since Soft Bun will be mine from tomorrow night onward. As Lin Jiayi… Heh, what could a girl like her possibly do?
With such thoughts in mind, Lin Jiage took a glance at the time and saw that it was going to be twelve midnight soon. So, he quickly sent her a message: [It’s getting late. You should get to sleep]
Shi Yao: [Un. Goodnight]
Lin Jiage: [Goodnight]
…
Shi Yao didn’t respond anymore after receiving the ‘Goodnight’ from Lin Jiage. She put down her phone, and leaving the night lamp still on, she closed her eyes.
When she was finally on the verge of falling asleep, she groggily thought of something. When she was still playing earlier on, Mister Numbers kept urging her to sleep. After that, Lin Jiage kept sending her messages, fearing that she wouldn’t be able to wake up on time…
Those were two separate matters, but somehow, she couldn’t help but find those two matters strangely similar to one another…
Both Mister Numbers and Lin Jiage were proud and reticent individuals, such that it was already an achievement if one could get them to speak a word at all. But all of a sudden, they became so talkative and naggy… It was really hard to get used to how bizarre they were acting.
But speaking of which, why would both of their characters suddenly change at the same time? It was almost as if they were the same person…
…
As it turned out, Lin Jiage’s ten consecutive alarms didn’t manage to work their magic. He had already woken up before the clock could strike five, and he couldn’t fall asleep anymore after that.
He tossed and turned in his bed for a while before finally getting out of bed to wash himself up. He spent an hour fumbling around to make sure that he looked prim and proper.
Standing before the mirror, he studied his reflection carefully, turning his head slowly from the left to the right to check how he looked from different angles.
In the end, he called out to Lu Benlai and Xia Shangzhou, who had already gotten out of bed and were preparing to head over to Mountain Changming, and asked, “How do I look?”
