Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 53 Lost and Found

3601, Zhanbo yawned sleepily, "Wanyu, it's so late, are we really going to go to Teacher Zeng's room to get the computer? Why don't we go tomorrow morning?"

"No way!" Wanyu pulled Zhanbo along stubbornly toward Zeng Xiaoxian's room. "Zhanbo, we have to finish what we need to do today. We can't give up halfway through anything."

"But it's so late, the buyer might already be asleep."

"What if he's not asleep?"

Zhanbo muttered under his breath, "You were the one who said the buyer might go to bed early, and now you're the one saying he's still awake at 2 a.m.."

"Girls are so strange."

"What are you muttering about over there?" Wanyu asked, turning around.

"No," Zhanbo said, trying to cover it up. "What you said makes a lot of sense. None of the young people these days go to bed early, except for Nanfeng."

Speaking of Nanfeng, Wanyu slowed her pace toward Teacher Zeng's room, her gossip radar starting to twitch.

"What's the situation between Nanfeng and Yumo?"

"Didn't they just say that the other person was just a regular friend they met at the bar?"

Zhanbo's naive answer left Wanyu feeling helpless. It was probably only Zhanbo who believed Nanfeng and Yumo's lies among those present at the time.

"Zhanbo, my girl's intuition tells me that their relationship is definitely more than just that of ordinary friends."

Zhanbo pretended to think carefully after hearing Wanyu's words, but quickly gave up on continuing to think about something he wasn't good at.

He forced his eyes, which were about to close, to stay open and said, "I don't understand women's intuition, but my male intuition tells me: if we keep chatting here, who knows what might happen later."

"No..." Wan Yu was about to say that it was impossible, but then she remembered that she had also replied to Zhan Bo with the same confidence not long ago.

The most important thing in life is not to be stubborn.

So Wanyu changed the subject and nodded in agreement, saying, "Zhanbo, you're right. Let's finish this quickly."

As they spoke, the two arrived outside Zeng Xiaoxian's room. Wan Yu had just taken out Xiaoxian's bedroom key and was about to open the door when she heard Zeng Xiaoxian's voice coming from inside the room.

"Zhanbo!" Wanyu exclaimed in surprise, instinctively calling out to Zhanbo, "Teacher Zeng is in the room!"

"How could that be? Shouldn't he be doing a radio show at this time?"

Zhanbo instinctively pulled the nervous Wanyu behind him, pressed his ear against the door, and muttered to himself as he listened to the sounds inside: "Let's take the next caller..."

"Oh." Zhanbo suddenly realized, "Isn't this Teacher Zeng's radio program? It's probably his radio playing his program in his room."

Wanyu didn't quite understand: "Isn't Teacher Zeng a host himself? Why would he need to turn on a radio at home to listen to his own program?"

"It's probably to increase listenership, just like many struggling online novel authors like to create alternate accounts to read their own novels."

"I see." Wan Yu understood now. She wanted to go up and open the door, but found that Zhan Bo was still listening at the door.

"Zhanbo, what are you still listening to?"

"We'll listen to the audience's calls," Zhanbo said, turning to Wanyu. "Wanyu, can you sort out this emotional issue?"

"What's the problem?"

"This listener said she fell in love with her colleague Ah Zhi, but she didn't tell him. Instead, she told another colleague, Ah Hao, who promised not to tell anyone else."

"But her colleague Ade told her that Ahao secretly told another colleague Alin that Alin was also very close to Azhi's ex-girlfriend Alan."

She was afraid that Ah Lin would tell Ah Lan, and then Ah Lan would tell Ah Zhi, which would make her feel very embarrassed.

"Fortunately, Alan and Ade are currently dating, so she went to Ade to resolve the issue. Ade told her that Alan had broken up with him and was now dating Alin, and told her to go find Alin."

"But Ah Lin told her that Ah Hao hadn't actually said anything to him at all."

"Now that she's fainted, who should she believe?"

Wanyu: Σ(っ°Д°っ

[In her inner world, Wanyu kept calculating and analyzing with pen and paper, but in the end, she threw them away and chose to give up.]

"I don't know, I can't remember, I don't understand," Wan Yu said, rejecting the question three times in a row. "Zhanbo, we really need to open the door and get the computer now."

Zhanbo really wanted to hear how Teacher Zeng solved this death problem, but he couldn't resist Wanyu's repeated urging, so he could only reluctantly step aside.

Wan Yu took the key and stepped forward, finally opening Zeng Xiaoxian's door.

This is a clean, tidy, and odorless bedroom. The only place that could be considered messy is one wall covered with posters signed by Zeng Xiaoxian himself.

At the very top of the wall on the side opposite the bed, a long red banner hangs in the highest and most conspicuous place, quietly telling the story of the bedroom owner's ideals.

"Become a famous TV program host before you turn thirty! Work hard! Strive!" Wan Yu looked up and read the words on the banner, subconsciously wanting to say something, but in the end she held back.

She originally meant that if Teacher Zeng couldn't become a well-known TV host before the age of thirty, then she should just stay on her 29th birthday forever.

In this way, Teacher Zeng can not only continue to realize his dreams, but also master the secret to human immortality.

But one's ideals should not be taken lightly by others, so Wanyu had to stop her whimsical ideas.

Zhanbo led Wanyu to the desk next to the bed: "Let's look for the laptop."

Above the pure white desk is a wooden bookshelf, neatly filled with books on news, broadcasting, and relationships.

The laptop that Zhanbo and Wanyu were looking for was quietly sitting on the desk, covered by several scattered copies of "Introduction to the Art of Broadcasting and Hosting", "Broadcasting and Hosting of Radio Programs", and "Broadcasting and Hosting of Television Programs".

Zhanbo and Wanyu carefully picked up the books, inserted the bookmarks from the table into the pages full of marks and annotations, closed the books, and neatly stacked them on the desk.

Wanyu opened her laptop and nervously typed in the capitalized pinyin of "Your Moon, My Heart".

As the computer booted up, a document named "[Lin Wanyu's IOU.docx]" immediately caught their attention.

"Wanyu, do you still owe Teacher Zeng money?"

"How could that be? If I wanted to borrow money from others, why would I sell things to pay the rent? Besides, who writes an IOU on a computer?"

Wanyu muttered to herself as she opened the document.

[Lin Wanyu, if you can see this document, it means you want to get this Transformers set back and have obtained the key from me.]

We believe you have grown and gained something from this experience, so now please claim your ultimate prize.

The Transformers set is hidden under Teacher Zeng's bed. Please go there to collect your reward.

[P.S.: Consider the 4,000 yuan for the Transformers toy a loan. Please be sure to repay it promptly after you find a job; otherwise, I will calculate your interest at the highest loan rate offered by your Lin's International Bank.]

This is to express my respect for and emulation of you wicked capitalists.

Although the document was unsigned, how could Zhanbo and Wanyu not know who wrote it?

Zhanbo took the lead and lay down under Zeng Xiaoxian's bed, groping around until he found a cardboard box.

Upon opening the cardboard box, five Transformers were found quietly packed in a model display case.

"Nanfeng..." Wanyu didn't know what to say for a moment.

I really don't know whether to say he meant well or that he had a perverse sense of humor.

Zhanbo smiled happily as he looked at his recovered Transformer: "Wanyu, here you go, your Transformer."

He handed the box to Wanyu.

"Zhanbo, this is something you treasure very much. You should take it back yourself." Wanyu looked at the Transformers set with a guilty expression. "I've already let them down once. I really have no face to own them again."

"Don't say that. Didn't you already manage to get them back from Nanfeng through your own efforts?"

"Besides..." Zhanbo handed the box back to me, "even if you return them to me, it's just asking me to give them to you again."

Why?

"There aren't that many whys." Zhanbo said somewhat shyly, "I admit, I was very angry when I found out that you were selling this Transformers set online."

"But then I thought about it carefully, and wondered if I would still have given them to you if I had known it would be like this."

The answer is yes.

"Wanyu, no matter how many times we start over, I will always be willing to share my most cherished things with you."

Wan Yu felt her ears burning. She deliberately avoided looking at Zhan Bo and said coquettishly, "Are you implying that I'll never be able to escape this Transformers thing?"

However, Zhanbo clearly didn't understand what Wanyu meant: "No, if you really hate them..."

"Who said I hate them?" Wanyu snatched the box away. "I'll accept this gift again, but you have to grant me one request."

Zhanbo:? ? ?

I give you a gift, and then you have to agree to one of my requests before you'll accept it?

On what grounds?

That's because she is Wanyu, the one and only Lin Wanyu in the whole world.

"Wanyu, why don't you tell me what your request is? I'll definitely agree to anything I can do." Zhanbo didn't dare to agree too quickly, for fear that he wouldn't be able to do it.

Wan Yu smiled, a smile she couldn't suppress: "I don't know how to clean and maintain figurines yet. I need you to teach me step by step."

"Huh?" Zhanbo was very surprised. He asked with a look of utter despair, "So all that teaching you tonight and you really didn't learn a single thing? I was explaining so diligently and you were sleeping the whole time?"

Wan Yu's smile vanished.

"Lu Zhanbo".

Wanyu picked up the box and turned to leave.

"You big idiot!"

(End of this chapter)