He lay there a while longer, but sleep would not come. So he took a netbook from the head of the bed, half-reclined against the pillows, and turned the computer on.

Back when he had fixed up the house, Yang Ce had put a small netbook in every guest room, and wireless network had been installed throughout the house, so the internet was accessible from every room.

Yang Ce turned on the computer, casually opened a browser, and typed in the addresses for Google and Baidu. When in difficulty, seek Google; when in doubt, seek Baidu—these two search engines had already become the teachers of many a computer owner.

This time Yang Cenbin searched for "precognition." The results were much the same as last time with "x-ray vision"—mostly movies and novels about precognition, with almost nothing actually useful.

Still, no wonder. His question was too obscure, and there was probably no one in the world with an ability like his. Where was he supposed to search for it?

However, while searching "x-ray vision" and "predicting the future," an urban supernatural novel called *Very Pure, Very Ambiguous* had turned up, and its synopsis looked decent, so Yang Ce bookmarked it right away, planning to study it carefully when he had time.

He closed the browser and opened QQ. He had not been on QQ for several days—not since logging in once from the hotel in Macau. The moment he logged in now, there was a pile of friend requests and verification messages. But for those that did not say who they were or what they wanted, Yang Ce rejected them one and all; he had no time to chat idly with strangers.

One number, though, was very persistent, having tried to add Yang Ce four or five times, with verification messages funny enough: "Add me, it's me," "Add me, handsome," "Hurry up and verify"—four or five lines of nonsense like that, without ever saying who they actually were. Yang Mo was somewhat exasperated. Seeing how persistent this person was, he clicked on their profile.

"Little Fox Fairy." Yang Ce was stunned for a moment. No way—it was actually that girl who had been playing games with Huang Yan. Yang Ce hesitated a moment, then clicked to accept the request and added her as a friend.

There was also a friend request sent from his own Huang Yan QQ account; Yang Ce approved the verification directly. As for the others, like "Passionate video, two hundred a session," Yang Ce simply X-ed them out.

Yang Lanxu said, I can't even keep up with watching all my wives, and you want me to watch a slut like you—and pay for it too? Is there something wrong with me?

After finishing with the verification messages, Yang Ce began looking through his message inbox. One message had actually been sent by "Teacher Youlan." Yang Ce's heart gave a surge of excitement at once. Last time he had guessed it—this Teacher Youlan was very likely his Sister Zhao Ying, so how could he not be excited? Could it be that Ying-jie couldn't hold back anymore and had sent him a love confession?

Yang Ce thought lewdly as he hurriedly opened the message. It contained only three words: Are you there?

Yang Cenbin then remembered that Zhao Ying did not know that "Where in the World Is True Feeling" was him. She probably still thought he was just an ordinary netizen she got along with well.

Yang Ce hurriedly typed a reply: I'm here. Are you still there?

But Teacher Youlan's avatar was gray. Yang Ce sighed and casually closed the QQ chat window. She was probably offline by now. It was past two in the morning; Zhao Ying had to sleep too.

Just as he was thinking of taking a look at that novel *Very Pure, Very Ambiguous* he had just found, the computer emitted the *di-di* sound of a new QQ message. Yang Ce hurriedly clicked on the chat notification.

Unfortunately, the sender was not Teacher Youlan, but that Little Fox Fairy.

Little Fox Fairy: Handsome, you finally added me. I tried for days—wore me out.

Reading Little Fox Fairy's message, Yang Ce could not help finding it quite funny. I wasn't online, so of course you couldn't add me. But if you added me once a day and never said who you were, I really might have overlooked you. Just now it was a whole pile of requests arriving together that made me notice you.

Still, Yang Ce was not familiar with her, and this girl's motives were hardly pure—she surely wanted to steal a trick or two from him, to get him to teach her how to play games. Yang Ce had no such leisure. He casually replied: Haven't been online these past few days.

Little Fox Fairy's reply came quickly, as if she had been chatting with only one person: I see. You free? How about the two of us play a round of Bubble Dragon?

Yang Ce had Sister Zhao Ying on his mind—how could he be in the mood to play Bubble Dragon with her? Besides, if not to humor Huang Yan, when would he ever have had the time to play Bubble Dragon? So he said: Go play with Lele. I'm busy right now.

But the Little Fox Spirit said, "Lele hasn't been around these past few days—didn't she go home?"

"Go home? Go home where?" Yang Puqi was taken aback. Even Yu said, "Isn't her home in Macau? What do you mean, go home?"

The Little Fox Spirit sent a few puzzled emojis. "Lele's family is in Singapore. Didn't you know? Aren't you her boyfriend? How could you not know she went home?"

Huang Yan's family was in Singapore—that, Yang Duoran knew. But as for Huang Yan going home, he really had no idea. A little shamefaced, he said, "I've been in the mainland these past few days and haven't been in touch with Lele. When did she leave?"

The Little Fox Spirit didn't answer. Instead she sent several excited emojis and said, "You're in the mainland? That's wonderful! Which city are you in? Can you come find me?"

Yang Ce broke out in a sweat. This Little Fox Spirit must have a screw loose, he thought—asking me to come find her, as if I had nothing better to do. So he said, "I don't have any interest in online romance."

The Little Fox Spirit sent an angry emoji and a knife emoji. "Who said anything about online romance? I just want you to teach me how to play Bubble Dragon."

Looking at the message from the Little Fox Spirit, Yang Ce felt caught between laughter and tears. This girl really was persistent—it was only a game, so why take it so seriously? Yang Ce replied, "Sorry, I'm in Songjiang. I'm probably a long way from you, and I don't have the time anyway."

This time the Little Fox Spirit didn't reply for a long while. Yang Ce thought the girl had taken the hint after being turned down and would stop bothering him. To his surprise, after a while she sent a message back—hundreds of "ah"s, and then: "I'm in Songjiang too. That's wonderful!"

Yang Jincong smiled and shook his head. Naturally he didn't believe it, so he fobbed her off: "All right, then I'll contact you when I have time."

The Little Fox Spirit said, "Yes, yes! Then it's a deal."

Yang Mo felt rather helpless. How was it that Huang Yan's friend was just as scatterbrained as she was? No—calling Lele scatterbrained wasn't right. Hers was innocence and lovability. This Little Fox Spirit was the scatterbrained one. That was what Yang Ce thought.

But Yang Ce's mind wasn't on that at the moment. He was thinking about Huang Yan. She had gone to Singapore—why hadn't she contacted him? Could something urgent have happened at home?

To be continued.

981. I'm Out for a Morning Run

It was already very late. Yang Ce decided he would call her tomorrow and ask.

Just as he was thinking this, a series of ding-ding-ding QQ message sounds came from the computer again. Yang Ce assumed the Little Fox Spirit was still pestering him endlessly, but when he looked, he was delighted to find that Teacher Youlan had replied to him.

Yang Ce hurriedly opened the chat window. He hadn't expected Zhao Ying to still be online at this hour.

Teacher Youlan: I'm here. Why haven't you been online lately? I haven't seen you in ages.