Another weekend morning in a high-end residential complex.
"Study groups really don’t seem like your thing," the figure in the living room remarked casually, tossing a plate of toast onto the dining table.
"Meh, whatever." The short-haired girl took a bite of the toast she held between her teeth before asking, "Where’s the peanut butter?"
"Ran out. Only mulberry jam left now."
"That’s edible?"
"..."
An Shiyu waved her hand dismissively when the other person fell silent. "Not saying you’re not human."
The other person muttered something in their hometown dialect before asking, "You skipped the hospital check-up again, didn’t you? Grandpa had to go looking for Uncle because of it."
"Doesn’t matter whether I go or not. The results are always the same anyway." An Shiyu remained unfazed, scrolling through her phone.
"Is that so..."
"Alright, I’m heading out." After finishing breakfast, An Shiyu moved to the entrance to put on her shoes. Noticing the other person still standing there, hands in pockets and staring, she gave them a deadpan look.
"What? Wanna come?"
"Not really..." But then they added, "Hey, don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for Uncle?"
An Shiyu’s fingers paused mid-sock adjustment. Slowly, she raised her head and narrowed her eyes. "Keep talking, and I’ll end you."
"I wouldn’t mind that," came the reply.
"..."
Once her shoes were on, An Shiyu stepped toward the door. Just as she did, a voice called out from behind—
"If you’re not coming back tonight, I’m going out to have fun."
"Yeah, yeah, do whatever." An Shiyu opened the door and left without another word.
With a soft click, the person inside yawned and staggered toward the couch.
"Mmm... time for more sleep."
Meanwhile, An Shiyu took the elevator down to the parking garage. As the digital screen counted down the floors, it reflected her silent figure leaning against the wall, lost in thought.
"Ding—" The chime snapped her back to reality. She blinked, stretched, and stepped out.
Turning a corner, she was met with a row of seven vibrantly colored mini electric cars parked in a line.
Glancing at her own black hoodie, An Shiyu walked straight toward the black one.
"Today, you’re the one."
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Ye Shuang had woken up early that morning.
Because of the study group, aside from Bai Yuyou, Tang Keke, and An Shiyu, the other two had even invited Zhixia and Linlin to join.
Zhixia and Linlin weren’t third-years, but upon hearing that Tang Keke and the others were preparing for exams, they offered to help.
As Zhixia put it, it counted as a club activity—plus, they’d been through the same exams before.
Since both girls were top students, Bai Yuyou and Keke had agreed immediately.
But when Ye Shuang heard about it, he couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on—
The apartment was too small.
Living with just Bai Yuyou and a chubby cat was comfortable, even spacious. But adding three or four more girls? That was a different story.
So today, Ye Shuang had pulled out the dining table to make more room for their study session.
"Maybe booking a hotel would’ve been better? But then we wouldn’t have enough tables..." After rearranging the furniture to his satisfaction, he muttered, "This’ll have to do. Now, time to buy groceries."
Bai Yuyou was busy washing dishes nearby, wearing a pink apron and a Pikachu headband. As she moved, her signature cowlick swayed gently.
"Beep beep, cleaning in progress—"
A small, disc-shaped robot vacuum whirred past—a recent purchase of Ye Shuang’s. It was compact, avoided obstacles, and came with a charging dock that didn’t take up much space.
Though practical, it currently had an orange cat sitting on top of it.
"Meow!"
The vacuum looked like it was struggling under the weight.
"Oi, Yiwan, stop using the vacuum as your personal wheelchair."
After placing the cat back in its bed, Ye Shuang checked the time. It was about time to head out.
"Ye Shuang... going out?" Bai Yuyou asked, noticing him slipping on his sandals.
"Yeah, gotta stock up since there’ll be more people today." He smiled. "Wanna come?"
"Mm. Together." Without hesitation, she agreed, then hurried upstairs in her flip-flops, their pat-pat sounds fading as she went to change.
Soon, the two of them were out the door.
"Feels like it’s getting hotter lately. Is summer almost here?" Ye Shuang mused, glancing at Bai Yuyou’s fair skin.
Come to think of it, should he buy her some sunscreen?
She’d been doing well lately—healthy and glowing. Wouldn’t do to let her get sunburned now.
Just as they were about to enter the mall, a muscular man approached them.
"Hey there, handsome, pretty lady—interested in swimming or fitness?" He held out a flyer.
"Swimming..." Bai Yuyou took the flyer instinctively and looked at Ye Shuang.
"Yeah, it is about that season again."
Seeing her tilt her head cutely, Ye Shuang had an idea.
"We already bought swimsuits. How about we go swimming tomorrow?"
Bai Yuyou shook her head. "But... I can’t swim."
"That’s fine. I’ll teach you." He pinched her soft cheek lightly. "Take your time. As long as you’re willing to learn, I’ll teach you anything."
Bai Yuyou nuzzled his hand before suddenly hugging him. "Hug."
"Such a clingy girl," Ye Shuang thought fondly.
The fitness coach watched them blankly.
"So...?"
Are you signing up or not?
The supermarket wasn’t crowded in the morning—the wealthy were still asleep, and the less fortunate were still working overtime. Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou strolled through the aisles, picking out ingredients for lunch and dinner.
Bai Yuyou seemed to want everything she saw, and Ye Shuang happily tossed whatever caught her eye into the cart. Within half an hour, it was overflowing with groceries and snacks.
At one point, she even grabbed the plastic king crab display from the seafood section and declared she wanted it.
"Uh, ma’am... that’s not edible."
After checkout, they carried the bags home together. Ye Shuang snapped a photo of the haul and posted it in the group chat titled [Light Music Club Family].
Zhixia: Whoa, that’s a feast!
Linlin: Hungry... (sad.ipg)
Keke: Chen Qin isn’t coming, right?
Keke: peeking.ipg
...
An Shiyu: I call dibs on the biggest one.
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