Chapter 13: I'll Be Waiting for You at Home (Please Bookmark and Vote)

The next morning.

Chen Yuan was awoken by a series of agonized screams.

Those heartbroken fear the lonely night; the shameless dread every dawn.

Sun Pengnan’s cries were more punctual than a rooster’s crow.

After getting up, Chen Yuan glanced at his phone—it was time to meet for breakfast.

He took his things to freshen up, and upon returning, Sun Pengnan seemed a bit better.

“Dad can’t bring you lunch today. Just have some bread to get by.”

“Get lost, call me dad.”

“I’m about to start the movie.”

“Dad, don’t be like that…”

At that moment, a message popped up from Song Jianian, saying she had already left.

After replying, Chen Yuan headed downstairs and happened to meet the three of them.

Song Jianian had changed into a washed denim mini skirt and a white blouse. Her long hair fell naturally down her back, and when she smiled, she was like sparkling soda shaken suddenly.

“Chen Yuan.”

Wang Chuyue greeted him, and the three quickened their pace toward Chen Yuan before heading to the cafeteria together.

It was a holiday, so few stayed on campus; most had gone out to have fun. The cafeteria was nearly empty, and the menu was pitifully sparse.

“Do you know who sent milk tea to Nian Nian yesterday?” Wang Chuyue asked mysteriously.

“All I know is it was a guy.”

“I heard it was the student council president—he plays the violin.”

Among freshmen, the student council carried an inexplicable aura of prestige.

Like the top sect in a fantasy novel, while other clubs were barely worth mentioning.

For many freshmen, joining the student council was a badge of honor, seen as a place to grow and develop.

“He probably couldn’t find a partner among his own year, so he set his sights on ours,” Chen Yuan said calmly.

“No one in his year fancies him. If anyone from our year did, it would make our girls look tasteless.”

That was a good perspective.

“Chen Yuan, did you join the student council?”

“An upperclassman once talked to me, wanted me to join the external relations department, but it required an application, screening, and even a public election. The process was too bothersome, so I gave up.”

The hassle was one reason, but there was another.

Back in senior year, Chen Yuan had the privilege to witness Senior Meiyu’s strategic teamwork with Bu Tan. Since then, the student council left little good impression on him.

Now, in times of national crisis, he longed for the capable Senior Meiyu.

They finished breakfast quickly while chatting.

“We’re going shopping. Are you coming?” Wang Chuyue asked.

Song Jianian glanced at Chen Yuan—a subtle move noticed by Wang Chuyue and Cao Yumeng.

“After you two became friends, you’re not planning something sneaky, are you?”

“No, but we agreed yesterday that I’d treat him to a drink.”

Both wore ambiguous, meaningful smiles.

“We just added each other on WeChat yesterday and already going out today? Isn’t that too fast?” Wang Chuyue gossiped.

“Usually, it’s more like chasing each other, then chasing again, then the fire of pursuing a wife—that’s more interesting.”

Sis, this is the beginning, not a romance novel.

“I’m just taking him out for a drink, not a date,” Song Jianian quickly explained, cheeks reddening.

“Alright then, long road ahead, let’s part ways here.”

“Why don’t we all go together?” Song Jianian suggested.

“We’re not those clueless side characters. Let’s split up.”

Showing great resolve, they grabbed their trays and hurried off.

Song Jianian looked at Chen Yuan, her blush not fading.

“Where are we going?”

“Follow me.”

“Okay.”

Chen Yuan led Song Jianian out of the campus.

Nearby was an underground shopping street in the university town, offering everything to satisfy any student’s needs, all reasonably priced.

Not knowing where Chen Yuan was taking her, Song Jianian silently followed.

Soon, her pace slowed by a shop window housing several lazy cats sprawled inside.

“Let’s go in.”

“Go in?”

Song Jianian looked up at the sign: Pet Café.

“Here?”

“Yes, come here and buy me a coffee.”

“Alright.”

Inside the café, cats and dogs roamed freely, none caged, all small and free-range.

They bought two coffees, donned shoe covers, and entered the enclosed area.

Besides cats and dogs, there were chinchillas, hamsters, tropical fish, even capybaras—but those were in aquariums for viewing only.

Only a chicken was missing—the perfect menagerie of rodents, cats, dogs, and poultry.

Once inside, Song Jianian’s attention was captured by the little animals.

She squatted beside a Ragdoll cat, gently poking then stroking it, her smile impossible to hide. She glanced back at Chen Yuan, sharing her joy.

She was truly beautiful.

A small corgi suddenly ran over, licking her leg, then her foot.

This was no ordinary dog.

Chen Yuan noticed he was also popular among the animals. A teacup-sized dog kept rubbing against his feet, occasionally licking them—a dog with good taste.

“Capybaras are quite expensive, must have cost a lot?”

“After all the permits, two of them cost 150,000 yuan,” the young owner said.

“Really invested a lot. It must be profitable?”

“Don’t mention it. I’m nearly losing my shorts. It’s almost noon, and hardly anyone’s here.”

“If it stays like this, I’ll have to bring in something spectacular—something that stuns everyone the moment it appears.”

“You’re not thinking of getting a weasel, are you?”

“Bro, don’t joke.”

Chen Yuan smiled quietly but was already forming a new idea.

Bring a yellow-white fox or a gray-striped one to drink coffee here, and maybe a little worship on the side, guaranteed no more failed classes.

[Mission Complete: Reward 700 yuan cash, Constitution increased by 5%]

Receiving the reward again, he felt nothing much except a warmth in his kidneys.

He thought it was from the reward, but then noticed a dog licking his exposed waist.

Truly a dog’s life.

Buzz buzz buzz—

His phone vibrated; a message from Jiang Wanyi.

Jiang Wanyi: “Brother, are you up?”

Chen Yuan: “Up.”

Jiang Wanyi seemed to understand college students well—students free from constraints who often slept until noon during holidays.

Jiang Wanyi: “Come over for breakfast later. I brought your share.”

Chen Yuan: “Already ate.”

Jiang Wanyi: “That’s fine.”

Chen Yuan: “Can you handle the kid? Need me to come over?”

Jiang Wanyi: “A bit, tears.jpg.”

Chen Yuan: “I’ll be there soon.”

Jiang Wanyi: “Waiting at home.”

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