Humanity Has Explored Less Than 1... of Wen Feiran's Potential

An absurd thought crossed his mind: Was Chu Chengping conscious?

Chu Chengping did not answer him, looking down at the small bread in his hand, as if he was still troubled by the matter.

Wen Feiran felt something was off, but before he could investigate further, Chu Chengping suddenly looked up, his dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight, utterly sincere, "I can trade you my favorite doll!"

...?!

Wen Feiran froze for three seconds, then suddenly wanted to pinch herself, wondering if she was still half asleep.

Chu Chengping misunderstood his silence and lowered his voice even further, "Is it not allowed?"

The allure of a tough guy acting cute was too strong; Wen Feiran got goosebumps on her arms, stood at attention, and stammered, "Of course, you can."

A distinct smile curved Chu Chengping's lips; this was the first time Wen Feiran had ever seen him smile.

"Brother, thank you." Chu Chengping stuffed something soft into his arms, his cold and hard expression revealing a hint of innocence.

Wen Feiran was completely stunned by the word "brother," while Chu Chengping had already happily returned to his room, leaving him still standing there dumbfounded.

If he remembered correctly, he was younger than Chu Chengping. He never dreamed that Chu Chengping would say the word "brother" in such a tone.

Wen Feiran pinched herself hard, wincing in pain.

It seems this wasn't a dream, and the problem wasn't with him.

He was completely numb, and looked down at the pink, cute, and soft doll in his arms.

The doll was incredibly cute, practically a must-have for any tough guy, but Wen Feiran saw a strange light in its large, bright eyes.

He shivered again, looking at the doll in his arms with difficulty. After hesitating for a long time, he didn't leave the doll in the living room. Instead, he stretched out his arms and carefully held it, as if welcoming a great Buddha back to his room.

Chapter 51 Humanity's understanding of Wen Feiran is insufficient...

Wen Feiran was a staunch materialist, but he was prone to overthinking at night. He placed the doll on his bedside table, lay down, and looked up to gaze at it. Even though he was wrapped in a thick blanket, he still felt a little cold.

This is so weird, lol.

Wen Feiran remained silent for a few seconds. Although she was too lazy to move, she resignedly got up and turned the doll around so that it faced the window.

He felt a little better, but his mind was still a mess, filled with the images from earlier.

Why was Chu Chengping wandering around outside in the middle of the night?

Why was Chu Chengping hugging a doll that seemed so out of character?

Why does Chu Chengping still call him "brother"?

Wen Feiran's brain ached from thinking so much, but these questions still gripped his thoughts, preventing him from falling asleep.

Although he closed his eyes, his brain was still not resting. He was drowsy and half-awake. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, but Wen Feiran's eyes were clear, as if he had never slept at all.

Wen Feiran sighed deeply, turned over wanting to sleep a little longer, but when she saw the time, she froze on the spot.

This is the first time he's ever gotten up this late!

He threw off the covers and quickly washed up and changed his clothes. Through the door, he could hear what sounded like people talking outside.

Although the specific content was unclear, the anxious tone of the voices suggested an argument.

Wen Feiran paused, then immediately opened the door. Sure enough, he saw everyone except him standing in the living room, each with a different expression, but all their eyes were fixed on Chu Chengping in the center.

Chu Chengping had a naturally fierce appearance and a perpetually cold and hard expression. Now, his brows were furrowed, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and he was restless. The special aura he exuded was also affecting others, even the optimistic Zou Yuxing had a gloomy look on his face.

After opening the door, Wen Feiran finally heard what they were talking about.

"Chengping, don't worry, tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you!"

"It definitely won't be lost. Have you forgotten that we're live-streaming the whole thing? It's impossible for an outsider to come in and take your things. You probably just accidentally left them somewhere. Think about it again."

"By the way, we can ask the director for help. He can review the live stream and definitely find some clues."

Wen Feiran paused, puzzled, and asked, "What's missing?"

Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned to look at him, and Wen Feiran was momentarily stunned by their stares.

Zou Yuxing's eyes lit up immediately, and he strode over, grabbing Wen Feiran's arm without a word. "You're so smart, you must have a way. Come help Chu Chengping!"

Wen Feiran was his external brain; in his mind, Wen Feiran was omnipotent, and finding things was definitely no problem for him.

Wen Feiran's gaze swept around before landing on Chu Chengping, her eyes questioning him.

Chu Chengping glanced at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and only moved his lips slightly without making a sound.

Seeing his expression, Wen Feiran felt a strange sensation, one she couldn't quite put into words. She could only patiently ask, "Give me a few keywords."

Chu Chengping took a deep breath, as if making a great decision, and forced himself to speak, "I lost something very important. It was definitely there before I went to sleep last night, but I couldn't find it when I woke up this morning. It's always in my arms."

Only after Wen Feiran appeared did Chu Chengping lower his guard and say so much. Zou Yuxing caught the key phrase, "What's in your arms?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Chengping's shoulders trembled. He looked up at Zou Yuxing, his movements inexplicably furious, as if he wanted to cover his mouth.

A string in Wen Feiran's mind was suddenly plucked, and she looked at Chu Chengping meaningfully, "You didn't leave your room last night?"