The cleaning aunt listened, completely bewildered, "What was overlooked?"
"Nothing," Sheng Kuang extended his hand. "Give it to me."
The aunt paused, then realized he was referring to the ticket and quickly handed it to him.
Sheng Kuang thanked her, clutched the ticket, and went back upstairs to catch up on sleep.
...
Lin Jing retreated to her bedroom as if fleeing from something, slammed the door shut, and rushed into the bathroom.
She splashed cold water on her face for nearly ten minutes before walking out with a blank expression.
Even though it was a holiday, she still dedicated some time each day to reading and studying. She completed two English tests. Glancing at the time, she found it was still early, so she took out her iPad and resumed the painting she had paused due to a lack of inspiration.
Influenced by Sheng Kuang's act of drinking water that morning, she completely scrapped her previous artwork.
After about an hour of tinkering, she finally managed to sketch out a draft. The scene was set in the dining room, with Sheng Kuang looking up as he drank water. Another figure, yet to be identified as a professional player, was embracing him from behind, burying their face in his neck.
After completing these figures, she moved on to the dining table. As Lin Jing was drawing the tableware, she remembered Sheng Kuang using her bowl and spoon for breakfast. Her ears instantly felt as if they were on fire, making the fingertips holding the paintbrush feel a little hot.
Lin Jing swallowed, finding it difficult to continue painting.
Just then, Lan Tingting came over to chat, "Little Jing-chan, how are things between you and Kuang Zai?" Su Dan Novel Network
Little Jing-chan: [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]
Little Jing-chan: My son is dirty [Crying].
Wake-Up Difficulty Household: ?
Little Jing-chan: I made him dirty [Crying].
Wake-Up Difficulty Household: What happened?
Little Jing-chan: I have sinned [Crying].
Wake-Up Difficulty Household: [Angry] Get to the point!
Lin Jing hesitated for a few seconds between speaking and remaining silent, but in the end, she couldn't help herself. She sent a voice message to Lan Tingting, with whom she had a very close relationship, briefly and concisely recounting what had happened that morning: "This morning, I was peeking at Sheng Kuang and almost got caught. So I pretended I hadn't eaten enough and went to get some congee. Then he came over and said he wanted some too, so I gave him the bowl I had used, along with the spoon."
Lan Tingting seemed busy with something and didn't reply for a while. Instead, Lan Bowen's message came through, calling her downstairs for lunch.
Everyone was already eating when Sheng Kuang finally appeared.
He had probably slept again after breakfast and looked much more energetic than he had that morning.
He had just showered, and his hair wasn't completely dry. As he sat next to Lin Jing, she caught a faint scent of shampoo.
The group had arranged a practice match, and they dispersed after lunch.
Lin Jing felt like having some milk tea. She didn't rush back upstairs but instead curled up on the living room sofa, browsing food delivery apps.
She had been eating whatever the people at the club ate. During her stay here, she had basically been freeloading. Of course, she felt awkward about ordering milk tea just for herself, so she took a screenshot and sent it to Lan Bowen, "Can you ask everyone what they want to drink?"
...
The practice match Sheng Kuang and his teammates had arranged was postponed to tomorrow because the opposing team's mid-laner had a sudden issue.
"Alright, since we just had a match yesterday, let's just give everyone a day off," Lan Bowen's phone pinged. He picked it up and glanced at it. "Oh, Xiao Jing is treating you all to milk tea. I'll send the picture to the group chat, see what you want."
"Why did Lin Meimei suddenly think of treating everyone to milk tea?" Chen Jing opened the picture Lan Bowen had sent to the team group chat. "I'll have milk green tea, three parts sugar."
Li Xiaozhou and Jiang Xin, just like Chen Jing, unceremoniously chose what they wanted to drink. Only Sheng Kuang, sitting beside them, remained silent.
Lan Bowen noted down everyone's drink orders one by one and then sent them to Lin Jing.
"Chen Jing, milk green tea, three parts sugar."
"Li Xiaozhou and Jiang Xin, original milk tea, full sugar."
"He Wang also wants original, but no pearls."
"Jiang Zui and Qin Yu want cheese foam."
"He Wang and I want the same."
Lan Bowen finally added his own order and then looked at Sheng Kuang, "Sheng Kuang, what about you?"
Sheng Kuang's gaze slanted, glancing at Lan Bowen's phone screen.
Lin Jing had replied "Okay" to each of Lan Bowen's messages, and their chat was quite friendly, with a back-and-forth exchange.
Sheng Kuang let out a cold snort. Just as he was about to say, "I don't want any," another new message popped up on Lan Bowen's phone.
Little Jing-chan: What about Sheng Kuang? What does he want to drink?
"..." Sheng Kuang paused, then turned his gaze away, "Just pick something for me."
Lan Bowen relayed Sheng Kuang's words to Lin Jing verbatim: He said to just pick something.
Little Jing-chan: ...
Lan Bowen: They're here. Remember to call me when they arrive, I'll come up to get them. Otherwise, so many cups would be heavy.
Little Jing-chan: Okay.
The milk teas arrived less than twenty minutes later.
As Lan Bowen received Lin Jing's WeChat message and was about to get up to go downstairs, Sheng Kuang, who was sitting next to him playing on his phone, stood up first. "I'll go."
Lan Bowen blinked in surprise and looked at Sheng Kuang.
Before he could speak, Sheng Kuang added, "I need to go upstairs to get something anyway."
Sheng Kuang didn't take the elevator but ascended the stairs directly.
He walked to the turn of the staircase and took a couple of steps up the stairs when he heard a voice message coming from the living room. It was an unfamiliar female voice: "What? You gave Kuang Zai your used bowl and spoon this morning? Speaking of which, Kuang Zai didn't notice? He actually used them like that?"
Sheng Kuang stopped in his tracks.
Lin Jing: "He probably didn't."
Lin Jing: "He seemed pretty normal this morning, not like he noticed."
Sheng Kuang: "..."
He hadn't noticed.
But now he had heard.