YA Ch79: Philosophy

Hong Wuyang curiously touched the bear costume, saying, “Hey, this is fun.”

Lu Yu casually handed the bear head to him and smoothed his flattened hairstyle.

At this moment, the reporters outside finally realized what was happening. As soon as they saw that Lu Yu had taken off the bear head, they rushed towards the building like a horde of zombies.

Yang Shen panicked and shouted, “Close the door!”

Lu Yu remained calm, turned around, raised the remote control in his hand, and showed a sly smile to the approaching crowd. He pressed the button on the remote at a leisurely pace.

The reporters watched helplessly as the heavy steel doors closed, and Lu Yu’s smug face disappeared through the gap, filling them with despair. At this moment, Lu Yu seemed like an evil villain, ensuring they missed the headline news and mocking them.

Inside the lobby, four security guards huffed and puffed as they pulled down the steel blast doors, and the room gradually fell into darkness.

Yang Shen, puzzled, looked at Lu Yu and asked, “Aren’t these blast doors manual? What remote control are you using?”

Lu Yu spread his hands, revealing a small black remote control with a Porsche logo—his car’s remote. The car was parked 500 meters away, so pressing the button couldn’t control anything related to the company’s doors, not even the car itself.

Yang Shen: “…You’re insane.”

Lu Yu, having successfully shown off, was quite pleased. He turned elegantly, with one hand in his pocket, and removed the bear head from Ming Yan.

It was Ming Yan’s first time wearing such a costume, and he had struggled to take off the heavy plush head, sweating profusely.

Lu Yu, feeling sorry, gently touched his sweat-drenched face and asked, “Tired?”

Ming Yan shook his head, “Just walked a few steps; no real exhaustion, just sweat from the heat.”

Yang Shen couldn’t stand it and picked up the bear head, saying, “Wearing this bear suit in winter, what’s the big deal? When I was in school, handing out flyers, I wore a dinosaur suit in the summer and you didn’t show concern.”

“How could I not care?” Lu Yu replied without feeling guilty, “I left you some Huoxiang Zhengqi Water on the table!”

“You care about nothing,” Yang Shen retorted, “In the scorching sun, I wore a mascot suit for four hours, and you even asked me to bring back ice-cold cola… Wait a minute, ice-cold cola!”

Yang Shen suddenly had a realization.

Lu Yu, puzzled, asked, “What about the ice-cold cola?”

Lu Yu liked drinking ice-cold cola and often asked anyone leaving the dorm to bring him a bottle. Yang Shen, who frequently went out for odd jobs, was the one who brought him cola most often.

Later, Yang Shen, following Lu Yu’s suggestion, started making money through a small program and stopped working. They stayed in the dorm, and every time they needed to get takeout, they would draw lots to decide who would go downstairs.

Yang Shen pulled Lu Yu aside and seriously said, “Last time, when we went for spicy hot pot, I paid 20, and you paid 27, so I owe you 3.5, right?”

Lu Yu nodded.

“I just thought of it. Old Yang wouldn’t be someone who doesn’t repay debts,” Yang Shen said proudly. “I remembered that later, when we went to the study room for final reviews, I bought a cola for you to settle the debt! Our school’s convenience store prices are higher, and it was 3.5 a bottle!”

Lu Yu stared in shock.

With the mystery solved, Yang Shen extended his left hand, asking Lu Yu to repay the 4.2 with interest: “I, Yang, have a lifelong reputation, so I can’t let you keep this money!”

Lu Yu, stunned, transferred 4.2, his mind buzzing.

Now that Yang Shen had repaid the money, this incident could not be used as a reference for Lu Dayu’s return. Did Lu Dayu really disappear? So far, no miracles had happened, meaning the past had not been changed.

Whether Lu Dayu had disappeared or if he would never return to ten years ago… 

Ming Yan walked over after changing clothes and saw Lu Yu standing there dazed, as if frozen. He tilted his head and asked, “What’s wrong?” As he spoke, he pulled down the zipper of Lu Yu’s bear suit.

“One good news, one bad news, which do you want to hear?” Lu Yu stood inside the opened bear suit, looking at Ming Yan.

Ming Yan: “Good news.”

Lu Yu jumped out of the bear suit: “The good news is that I can’t go back and might stay in this future forever.”

He knew Ming Yan liked the eighteen-year-old Lu Xiao Yu, not the Lu Dayu, who had experienced ten years of ups and downs. This should be good news for Ming Yan.

Ming Yan raised an eyebrow: “And the bad news?”

“The bad news…” Lu Yu hesitated, feeling strange, and looked into Ming Yan’s eyes, “Lu Dayu might have disappeared. If he died, would you be sad?”

Ming Yan was stunned, his lips pressed together as he fell into deep thought.

The top fan had gone off to make a call, not sure what he was doing. Yang Shen was busy playing with the smart brain and announced in the university dorm group that he did not owe Lu Yu 3.5.

The lobby was very quiet, so quiet that Lu Yu could hear his own trembling heartbeat. After waiting for a long time with no response from Ming Yan, Lu Yu was upset: “You’re still thinking about Lu Dayu, aren’t you? I knew it. If you weren’t thinking about him, how could you agree to such a ridiculous proposal of a contractual marriage?”

Ming Yan, helpless, grabbed the irate Lu Yu and said, “Stop making trouble; you two are the same person.”

“We’re not!” Lu Yu shouted, picking up the bear suit from the floor and storming off.

Yang Shen, having just finished sending a message, saw the two quarreling and asked Ming Yan, “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. What did you say to him just now?” Ming Yan asked in return.

Yang Shen recounted the ice-cold cola incident. Ming Yan nodded, acknowledging that he understood, and went off to chase after Lu Yu.

Hong Wuyang returned from his call, looked at the slowly closing elevator, and patted the bewildered Yang Shen: “Why did they leave you here and go off on their own?”

Yang Shen, uncertain, said, “Because of me, they started arguing.”

In this situation, it was quite suitable to be used as an opening for a scam video: “One sentence made the CEO couple argue for me!”

“For you?” Young Master Hong was shocked, looking Yang Shen up and down, wondering if the bald head now had such charm.

Lu Yu entered the simulator, still feeling dejected. He didn’t know why he was angry or what answer he wanted from Ming Yan.

Ming Yan hadn’t come to comfort him and seemed busy elsewhere.

Hua Wenyuan noticed the awkward atmosphere and approached Lu Yu, asking, “Did you two have a fight?”

Is it that obvious? Lu Yu looked at the curious little head of the third brother and couldn’t help but rub it: “I have a philosophical question for you. If I died, traveled to the present, and then came back to life, I’m actually not the same person as I was at the beginning because my memories have changed. Your second aunt is still your second aunt, but she married a dead man before, and now I’m alive and with her. So tell me, does your second aunt count as a widow remarrying?”

Hua Wenyuan was stunned, directly crashing into a thinking state. He sat down on the field with Lu Yu, lost in thought.

Shen Ying, holding a folding fan, slowly approached and asked what they were doing.

Lu Yu repeated the question to Shen Ying.

Shen Ying opened the fan with a flourish and, covering his mouth, smiled, “Why get entangled with this? He likes you now; that’s all that matters.”

Today’s livestream had become extremely popular due to Lu Yu’s gossip, with viewership doubling. Many new viewers couldn’t understand and asked various questions on the bullet screen, making it quite lively.

[Shen Ying can actually answer philosophical questions, so smart, is this simulator amazing? Can other NPCs interact like this?]

[Why is Shen Ying holding a paper fan? This setting wasn’t in the original, right?]

[Haha, must be a new setting added for selling merchandise, Shen Ying’s popularity is high recently.]

Lu Yu also noticed the extra prop in Shen Ying’s hand, a fan with beautiful flower and bird landscape paintings. However, the landscape was a modern imitation, not a true ink painting, clearly done by Ming Yan.

Ming Yan, dressed in a plain white wide-sleeved robe, with a jade pendant swaying at his waist, walked slowly from the fields, looking like an immortal from an ink painting, captivating and mesmerizing.

“The weather is hot, so I made a fan for Mr. Shen.” Ming Yan said, winking at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu was so mesmerized that he forgot that this was a detail they had previously discussed.

Shen Ying, smiling, said, “The landscape on this fan is indeed beautiful, but I’m quite puzzled by the inscription on the back. Mr. Mo Tai said it was your second uncle’s idea. Could you explain it to me?”

He flipped the fan over, revealing the inscription on the back: “Niao Fei (Bird Fly) Air Conditioner.”