After so many days away from his bed at home, Yan Ningke rolled around in it wrapped in his quilt. The faint, fresh scent beneath the covers gave him a strong sense of security.
The kid could never keep anything to himself. First, he informed everyone, one by one, that he had been discharged. Once they replied, he paid no attention to what their messages actually said.
He simply went ahead and broadcast his happiness.
[How did you know I have a little brother now?]
All his friends: [...]
If you hadn't said anything, we really wouldn't have known.
Yan Ningke didn't care. He sent message after message, all in the name of sharing his happiness with them.
[My little brother's name is Yan Yiheng. Nice, right? I named him!]
[Look, doesn't he look just like me!]
[Hahaha, I have a little brother now.]
Naturally, the first to crack was his hot-tempered big bro, who forwarded the chat straight to Shao Ke and told him to rein Yan Ningke in.
The reply came pretty quickly. I refuse to believe nobody can handle you, Wen Shaoyu thought, unlocking his phone again with gleeful anticipation. The very next second-
[So cute.]
Wen Shaoyu nearly choked. "You two...!"
My good brother, don't be so hopelessly in love!
Wen Shaoyu still didn't understand. With someone who got more excitable with an audience, the more you responded, the more worked up he became. The best approach was, of course, to do what Si Yanzhuo did: reply with three smiling emojis and interrupt the spell outright.
Zheng Yan Che had always indulged Yan Ningke. Even in a meeting, he found time to send a reply.
Of the bunch, only Lin Yechen tirelessly responded to every single message, maintaining an enthusiastic, positive attitude throughout.
Wen Shaoyu offered