Chapter 92 - Doubts on Life (1/2)

“Let me tell you a joke.”

Meng Fan put on slippers and entered, taking the bowl of instant noodles from Meng Cai Wei, which only had soup left in it. He didn’t want to eat it but was afraid she would spill it and make him clean it up.

“There once was a child named Xiao Ming Hahahahahah —” Meng Fan began laughing halfway through the sentence.

“What’s wrong with Xiao Ming, hahaha keep going hahahaha!”

“Xiao Ming. Hahhahaha, don’t you think the name Xiao Ming is hilarious in its own right? hahahaha.”

“Are you crazy? Hahaha, are you going to tell me the joke or not? Hahaha if not, get out!”

“The name Xiao Ming, hahaha.”

“Hahaha stop, stop, you’re making my stomach hurt from laughing. Hahhaha. I am sick, haha are you stupid? Hahaha, you tell a joke and laugh before others do? Hahaha, stop haha! Please stop. Hahaha, stop laughing! I’m about to get abs, ahahahaha. Meng Fan are you doing this on purpose? Hahaha, it took me so long to get fat and now you want me to thin down from laughing? Hahahaha—I have to eat at least two more buckets of cup noodles at this rate hahahahaha, cup noodles? Why are cup noodles so funny am I going crazy hahaha—”

Meng Fan had already stopped laughing, but Meng Cai Wei seemed like a car that couldn’t break, laughing until she was shaking and her face was red. It was unclear if she had opened the door to endless laughter, or it was just a side effect from Meng Fan’s smile appeal.

It had affected Meng Cai Wei to the point of questioning life itself, and it surprised Meng Fan. It was indeed poison!

Even if he didn’t smile, hearing Meng Cai Wei’s laughter made him inexplicably happier. Best to keep laughing. Meng Fan didn’t stop her, dropping off the instant noodles in the kitchen before humming a tune as he headed for the shower.

After showering, Meng Cai Wei was still twitching.

Meng Fan couldn’t help but be happy, a smile forming at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t laugh—”

At this time, Meng Fan’s mouth opening seemed like it was a slow-motion film in the eyes of Meng Cai Wei. Immediately she yelled, but Meng Fan’s smile had already reached a certain point. Then… Meng Cai Wei’s huffing sped up, bellowing out in laughter. “Hahaha, Meng Fan get the hell away from me, hahaha get out of my sight! Hahaha, you’re really poisonous, hahaha—”

Meng Fan didn’t want to trigger Meng Cai Wei even more. In case she actually gained abs from laughing, he couldn’t tell what steps for revenge she would take on him. It was terrifying just thinking about being forced to eat an entire box of instant noodles.

Sigh.

Meng Fan suddenly felt envious of Meng Cai Wei, for she was able to be influenced by his smile. If he could be infected by his own laughter without a discount, how great would that be? Everyday he could just face the mirror and laugh to lose weight!

Returning to the room reserved for him, Meng Fan faced the mirror and laughed stupidly. It was definitely contagious and after all, his mood lightened up when he saw himself, but only the effect wasn’t obvious. It didn’t make Meng Fan laugh uncontrollably, and the longer he laughed, the dumber he felt.

If his own smile appeal wasn’t compromised, it would neglect his thoughts of bursting into stupid laughter.

Lying on the bed, Meng Fan noticed the duvet, bedsheets, and pillows all had the scent of sunlight. Evidently, they had just been replaced today.

“Sis.”

Meng Fan got up and opened the door, then probed his face into the living room where Meng Cai Wei had stopped laughing but still twitching. “Long time no see, want to chat?”

“Get lost!”

Meng Cai Wei grabbed a cushion and hurled it at Meng Fan.

Thump.

Meng Fan hurriedly closed the door. ‘How did she get aggressive just from laughing?’

He thought about it and then opened the door again. “Uhm, I promise to not make you laugh!”

Thump.

Another cushion came flying.

“Are we not trusting anyone anymore?!”

Meng Fan opened the door and stepped out again, thinking he could just smile at her since she didn’t trust him anyways. Meng Fan did not expect when he opened the door, but to see another cushion flying into his room from Meng Cai Wei’s direction as she stood up. Thump. He closed his door. She wasn’t giving him a chance!

“Fine.”

Meng Fan was helpless but very bored. He looked around and discovered some drawing paper and began to draw, finishing the novel illustrations he owed.

Buzz.