Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 237 Those Unknown Nights

As soon as Ziqiao finished speaking, the sound of bowls and chopsticks hitting the ground came from the dining table.

Zhanbo, Wanyu, Guangu, and Curry Sauce were stunned. Meijia stared wide-eyed at Yifei and Yumo in astonishment.

When you asked me to help you act, you didn't tell me I was going to go this far.

Nanfeng remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a soft laugh.

"Lu Ziqiao, you're really boring."

He looked at the others at the table: "Who else joined in?"

Yifei and Yumo felt guilty and dared not meet Nanfeng's gaze.

Nanfeng understood now.

No wonder Yifei criticized Ziqiao like that earlier, and no wonder the two of them were working together to encourage me to accept the challenge.

Nanfeng looked at Meijia again, and Meijia just smiled sweetly at him, then lowered her head and pretended to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

It seems that Meijia was involved in this as well.

So, from the first instance of alcoholism, to Meijia installing security chains to prevent Ziqiao from entering the house, and now this so-called challenge, all of this was planned by you?

Nanfeng did hear the guys from 3602 complaining about Ziqiao's drinking these past few days, and he also heard Meijia angrily saying that she was going to install a security chain to prevent Ziqiao from returning to the apartment after midnight.

The news that the bar downstairs was offering half-price drinks for half a month was true, and he even heard with his own ears that Ziqiao had been drinking and flirting with different girls these past few days.

He heard so many voices, but he couldn't hear when these people had discussed this plan.

I do sometimes rely too much on my exceptional hearing.

Of course, the main reason for being fooled was that the plan was just too ridiculous!

After figuring out what these people had done, Nanfeng felt that it wasn't even a plan at all, because the element of chance was too great.

Even if everyone knows their own schedule, what if you're not fully awake and don't hear Ziqiao howling outside the door?

Even if I did hear it, what if I'm heartless and refuse to open the door for Ziqiao?

In this freezing weather, is this idiot planning to just squat in the aisle and freeze?

A bunch of lunatics, aren't they afraid of catching a cold and hurting someone?

Oh, no wonder he wasn't wearing a suit yesterday, but rather a thick down jacket.

Even if they were certain that he would soften his heart, Ziqiao still vomited all over the floor and sofa.

What if I didn't wait for Zi Qiao to sober up before settling the score, but instead took revenge on the spot?

Are you so sure I won't kill someone without teaching them?

Even if everything had gone according to their plan, why would they think they would agree to this outrageous challenge just because they'd be embarrassed?

The entire plan was so interconnected that it was riddled with errors at every turn.

The flaws in this plan were so great that Nanfeng never expected it to be a plan.

Smart people can deduce what they're doing, and Nanfeng also foresaw what fools would do.

But who could have imagined that a group of smart people would do something so time-consuming, laborious, thankless, and most likely unsuccessful?

What a bunch of...childish idiots!

"You guys are really... just bored and have nothing better to do."

Nanfeng asked expressionlessly, "So, is it too late for me to back out now?"

To Nanfeng's surprise, Ziqiao, Yifei, and Yumo readily shook their heads.

"Of course not. If you're not willing, we can pretend this challenge was never mentioned."

"You can still keep bringing up the score we settled early this morning."

Ziqiao grinned and put his arm around Nanfeng's arm: "Nanfeng, we want to help you, not force you."

Nanfeng pushed Ziqiao's hand away with disdain: "I know."

Of course he knew.

Ziqiao and the others could have easily lied to themselves and agreed to the challenge first, and then told them about the request after he lost.

At that point, I'll truly be in a dilemma.

This is why Nanfeng thinks they are doing something stupid.

They've already taken so many steps and kept it from themselves for so many days, yet they refuse to take one more step or deceive themselves for a few more days.

After going around in circles, this group of people still put the decision-making power in their own hands.

It's like saying: "Nanfeng, look at all the stupid things we've done, why don't you join us in being stupid just this once?"

How childish, how incredibly childish.

After pondering for a while, Nanfeng finally said, "You all know I can no longer play the piano, so why bother with all this unnecessary stuff?"

"But you can play the guitar, harp, flute, and erhu. Your Digger Zero even has a drum set that requires both hands to coordinate. I heard you playing the guzheng a few days ago."

"You're telling me now that you can't play the piano?"

"Is it that you can't play it, or that you don't want to?"

"no the same."

Nanfeng paused for a moment, then said firmly, "I can accept the imperfections of all other instruments, but not the piano."

That piece bears the weight of his sweat and tears over the past decade, his past honors and glories, and also carries his father's dreams and expectations.

Therefore, he was unwilling to accept it, unable to face it, and even more afraid to try it.

Ziqiao, however, said in a nonchalant manner, "You are both petty and vengeful. Even if you were to go back to three years ago, you would still be an imperfect person."

"Why do you, an imperfect person, insist on having a flawless piano playing style?"

"You think you can convince me with these tactics—misleading the public and shifting the focus?"

Nanfeng didn't even blink at Ziqiao's inspirational writings; clearly, this approach was completely useless to her.

We're all old foxes, why are you trying to talk to me about ghost stories?

"I wasn't trying to persuade you; I just wanted to give you a choice."

Ziqiao said seriously, "The challenge is right here. Whether you are willing to accept it or not is up to you."

"If you, Nanfeng, are unwilling to do something, who has the power to force you to do it?"

"And you're not necessarily going to lose this challenge."

Nanfeng fell into a long silence, and everyone at the table didn't even dare to breathe.

The four members of Zhanbo's group, who knew nothing about this matter, could only keep quiet and wait silently for things to develop, even if they wanted to gossip.

The south wind remained silent.

If he hadn't figured out what Ziqiao and his group had done behind the scenes, he would have already refused outright and turned to leave.

But because Nanfeng had figured it out, he hesitated instead.

Throughout the entire plan, Nanfeng not only saw the numerous flaws in the plan, but also the genuine sincerity of a group of naive fools.

He was unwilling to accept the challenge, nor did he want to betray everyone's sincerity.

Or perhaps this is the most technically advanced part of the whole plan.

Words cannot change Nanfeng's mind, but sincerity and love can.

"I don't drink, why should I participate in a challenge I'm destined to lose?"

Nanfeng's words remained cold, but Ziqiao knew that this stubborn and awkward guy had begun to waver.

Nanfeng's wavering does not mean that he is willing to try to let go of his past grievances.

In fact, given Nanfeng's arrogance and strong will, he certainly wouldn't think he had any inner conflict.

Even though Nanfeng understands him better than anyone else and knows about this knot in his heart, he would never admit it.

Nanfeng's wavering simply means that he is willing to try to give everyone a chance, to be silly with everyone, and to take this opportunity to tell everyone.

I don't need to be saved at all.

"So what if I can't drink? I can't do voice acting or play any musical instruments either."

Ziqiao smiled and assured him, "Don't worry, you'll be completely convinced of the outcome of this challenge."

At this moment, Yu Mo also looked up at Nan Feng and said, "Nan Feng, perhaps our methods and approaches in this matter are flawed."

"If you don't like it this way, we definitely won't do it again next time."

Nanfeng raised an eyebrow: "There's going to be a next time?"

Yu Mo nodded emphatically: "We may not have to do it this way, but we will never give up on caring for you."

"Nanfeng, there's no use in running away, not to mention you can't even run away, you're just deceiving yourself."

If Nanfeng is just running away and unwilling to face the situation, then so be it.

But Yu Mo was absolutely certain that Nan Feng couldn't even manage to run away.

She repeatedly recalled the scene of seeing that piano that night, and finally remembered a crucial detail.

That corner covered by a large white soundproof sheet, that piano that seemed to be hidden and buried by the white sheet.

The moment Yifei lifted the white cloth to save the braised pork knuckle, there was no dust on the white cloth, the piano, or the trophy.

Nanfeng moved into Love Apartment last January. When Jiangzhouzi disappeared, Nanfeng had already been living in the apartment for almost a year.

If he really just gave up the piano, there was no need for him to cover it up with a white cloth.

If he really managed to escape and completely ignore the area covered by the white cloth, then after nearly a year, there would definitely be a layer of dust on the white cloth.

You should know that you've only been here for two months, and the TV cabinet is already starting to collect dust.

However, there was absolutely no dust on Nanfeng's piano and the white cloth; otherwise, Yifei would have definitely stirred up a cloud of dust when she pulled the white cloth off.

But that day there was none at all.

Nanfeng couldn't have just moved the piano into the apartment a few days ago, could she?

In other words, this proud and strong-willed person only seemed to have chosen to escape.

He would at least lift the white cloth every now and then, and quietly look at the piano alone, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes with a sigh, and sometimes silently wiping the piano.

After countless internal struggles, he covered the white sheet back up and left without looking back.

At some point, he will come back and repeat this process.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

This arrogant man is not only deceiving everyone who cares about him, but also deceiving himself.

I'm coming

The foreshadowing has been resolved, hahaha.

In fact, many things have already been foreshadowed, but they are not very obvious.

Actually, everyone can see that Nanfeng's inner conflict cannot be resolved in just one chapter, but with over two hundred chapters already, it's time to push forward the main storyline, right?

At least we need to get Nanfeng to face this problem first, and then gradually change things, just like Ziqiao did.

Whether it's resolving cerebral hemorrhage or pairing up couples, it's a long-term process.

The author will try to portray the characters' psychology well, and will not fall into the trap of suddenly having a profound realization.

Of course, our main theme is still lighthearted and humorous, and the pigeon will try its best to manage the relationship between the two.

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(End of this chapter)