Chapter 547 - Chapter 547: Chapter 547: A Bit Cold in Loneliness and Solitude (1/2)

Chapter 547: Chapter 547: A Bit Cold in Loneliness and Solitude

If Nana were to whisper sweet nothings with Chef Xiang, Yang Zhen’er would hide and eavesdrop on their gossip.

If Nana were to chat with someone other than Chef Xiang, Yang Zhen’er would also hide and eavesdrop on their gossip.

But now, Nana is chatting with some unknown entity. The conversation seems reciprocal, yet she can’t hear any voice from the other end and Nana isn’t wearing headphones or video chatting with someone…

Several horror movie scenarios are racing through Yang Zhen’er’s mind; she’s as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. Her palms are sweaty, her forehead is cold.

But in there lies her best friend. Despite her fear, Yang Zhen’er pokes her head in and quavers, “Nana, who are you talking to?”

Not having heard the door open and unaware of Yang Zhen’er’s return, Tang Baona startles from the bed, clearly taken by surprise.

She looks terrifiedly at the head sticking out of the doorway. Upon confirming it is Yang Zhen’er, Tang Baona lets out a sigh of relief, can’t help but grabs a pillow and tosses it at her:

“Old Three Yang, why didn’t you make a noise when you came back? Sneaking around like a thief.”

Yang Zhen’er catches the pillow and, with a hushed anxiety, repeats her question: “Nana, who were you talking to just now?”

“Ah?” Tang Baona is taken aback, unconsciously touching her temples and replying, “No one, I wasn’t talking to anyone.”

Yang Zhen’er looks suspiciously at Nana: “Really?”

“By the way, did Xiao Lingdang go to bed so early today? Is Sister Lin back?” Tang Baona tries to “naturally” change the subject.

Yang Zhen’er doesn’t fall for it: “I clearly heard you talking just now, you were saying things like ‘Am I the cute type, or the melancholic type, or the dignified type.’ ‘I’m hungry, I’m going to order take-out, do you want some?'”

Tang Baona immediately refutes: “No! I didn’t say that! I said ‘Does my voice suit cute songs, or melancholic songs, or dignified ones…’ It sounds like you’re asking whether I’m cute or melancholic.”

“Ha! Is that an admission?! Spill it, who were you talking to?” Yang Zhen’er immediately demands.

“I didn’t talk to anyone. I was just mumbling to myself, considering my singing style. Look, nobody is in the room,” Tang Baona says with feigned righteousness. Then looking at Yang Zhen’er standing in the doorway, she says: “Why are you just standing there? Come in. What are you afraid of? Don’t tell me you think there’s an invisible person in this room?”

Holding the pillow, Yang Zhen’er hesitantly enters the room. Near the bed, she suddenly throws the pillow on Tang Baona’s head, then rushes towards the wardrobe, quickly pulling the doors open. After a thorough inspection, she rushes back to the bedside, crouches down to look under the bed, then realizes the bed is directly attached to the floor. Unable to find anything, she stands up, sheepishly brushing her hand.

Tang Baona, dumbfounded with the pillow, laughs at Yang Zhen’er’s somewhat ridiculous actions: “Old Three Yang! Are you… Are you acting like you’re catching an affair? Ha! ‘Old Three catching an affair’ is kind of rhyming… ”

Yang Zhen’er gives her a look but says nothing. She continues towards the window, pulling back the curtain to look out, even opening it to peek down.

“There’s absolutely nobody here. I was just looking for some songs to record a video when I had some time. I haven’t updated my Bilibili channel for a long time,” Tang Baona says. “With you and Xiao Lingdang gone, I was feeling all lonely and cold. So, I just talked to myself. Zhen’er, are you hungry? Let’s order take-out…”

Before Tang Baona can finish, Yang Zhen’er interrupts: “You’re lying!”

“No, I…” Tang Baona denies weakly, seeing Yang Zhen’er operate on her phone, she thought she might have secretly recorded the conversation and revealed her interactions with the “Little Elf”. She can’t help but feel unease recalling the past.

To her surprise, after fiddling with the phone, Yang Zhen’er starts playing the infamous execution song from Detective Conan. She turns down the volume, places the phone in front of her body, and then puts on Nana’s computer glasses. She then paces the room and declares,

“Nana! As your several decades-long friend, I know you like the back of my hand. You, you can’t fool me with your lies!”

“Nana, you, a little fairy born with a golden spoon, do not know how to lie!”

“Didn’t you see it? When you lie, you unconsciously touch your hair, either on the side or at the end. Additionally, when you lie, you can’t maintain eye contact, you always look to the side, mostly the right! After lying, you purse your lips! It’s all so obvious!”

“Besides, as your best friend, roommate for many years, and loyal assitant manager, haven’t I seen you talk to yourself? When talking to yourself, you’re super dramatic, impersonating two roles, but just now you were clearly only speaking as yourself without any response!”

“More importantly, when I first asked you who you were talking to, you were evasive and sidestepped the question! So there must be something!”

“In conclusion, Nana, you were not talking to yourself just now, but communicating with something…or someone! Come clean, Nana!”

Yang Zhen’er finishes, presses a button on her phone to stop the background music, then fixes Tang Baona with what she believes to be an intimidating stare.

Tang Baona looks stunned at first, then slowly rises, reaches out and grabs Yang Zhen’er’s cheeks, lightly pinching and rolling them, “You are not the Yang Old Three I know. You are Old Xia, right? Hurry up and remove Old Three’s skin and show your true self!”

“Go away, Nana, you can’t deflect the topic. Confess now!” Yang Zhen’er pushes away Nana’s hands, maintaining her “stern” demeanor.

“There’s truly nothing. You saw there was no one in the room…” Tang Baona says, her hand rising to touch her hair. Recalling Zhen’er’s words from earlier, she continues stretching and mimics yawning.

“Hey hey hey, see, there it is again. You’re pursing your lips, and you can’t stop smiling. You know you can’t lie, Nana. You’re even close to laughing!” Yang Zhen’er gets closer to her friend’s face and gives it a thorough look. “From the looks of it, you don’t seem to be possessed.”

“Pfft, why would I be possessed? You big head ghost! I’m starving to death. Move away, I’m going to make some instant noodles.” Tang Baona gets up, heads towards the room’s doorway. Just as she’s about to leave the room, she turns back to Yang Zhen’er, “Oh right, Old Three, are you hungry? Would you bottom up for me?”