I Can Do It

Chapter 73

Most of his face was buried in his pillow, and he had somehow ended up in a starfish position in his sleep, nearly occupying the entire bed.

Jian Rong closed his eyes again, reflecting back on his earlier dream—

In his dream, he won the championship and requested his car, a black Mercedes-Benz. Fu-ge had also transferred him a big red envelope. After he finished sneering at those antis in his livestream room, he took his red envelope money and went to register for driving school. At the end, he was in the middle of arguing with the driving school instructor in the car, and they had decided to 1v1 each other…

What a good dream.

With his eyes shut, he groped around for his phone on his bed for a while. Once he found it, he brought it up to his face and unlocked it—

[Ding-ge: Auntie made some congee, and there’s soy milk in the fridge. You and Xiao Lu can eat that when you’re awake.]

After Jian Rong read that message, he was stupefied for a full thirty seconds before he sat bolt upright and tugged aside the blanket to check underneath it—apart from him and air, there was nothing else.

Where was Lu Boyuan?

Such a big Lu Boyuan, where did he go???

A crisp ding rang out from behind him.

Gripping his blanket, Jian Rong slowly turned his head.

Lu Boyuan was sitting on the ground with his knees up and his back against the wall. His pillow was thrown casually next to him, and it was unclear how long he had been sitting there already.

Jian Rong never pulled shut the thick blackout curtains in his room, so the midday sunlight streamed through the flimsy decorative curtains and beat down warmly on Lu Boyuan.

Lu Boyuan finished replying to a text before he looked up and made eye contact with Jian Rong, who was sitting on his bed with a shocked, bewildered, and helpless expression.

Jian Rong: “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

Lu Boyuan said in return: “You tell me.”

His voice sounded like he had pulled an all-nighter playing practice matches.

Jian Rong’s eyes rolled around for quite a while. “…I kicked you down?”

Lu Boyuan just watched him and didn’t reply.

Jian Rong thought that he had guessed correctly. He closed his eyes and swore in his mind. “My bad. The moment I fall asleep, my legs stop obeying me… why didn’t you wake me up?”

It was hardly just his legs that had stopped obeying him?

“It wasn’t because you kicked me.” Lu Boyuan stood up, and his legs felt a little numb from sitting for too long. He slipped his phone into his pocket. “I came to sleep down here on my own.”

“Why?” Jian Rong asked, “Did I snore?”

“You…”

Right now, as long as he made up some random excuse, like he was used to sleeping alone, he could muddle his way past this.