It’s So Noisy, A Friend Gave Me a Pearl Bird – CH80

Chapter 80: Extra — Ordinary Little Daily Life (1)

As more and more small animals gained the ability to turn into humans, Xiao Li had no choice but to gather them all together and organize unified training for entering human society.

Even Yan Yan—who was already fully adapted to human life—was called back to attend.

Because of this, a certain little bird stayed puffed up like a round ball for an entire week. Every time he saw Xiao Li, he pecked at him, before finally going to class unwillingly.

The lessons were mostly trivial—things like how to use online payments, how to interact properly with colleagues… so Yan Yan applied for online classes instead.

Their schedules were forced to adjust.

The night before, Si Jingce had streamed late into the night, yet he still had to wake up early, drag his little boyfriend out of bed, prop him at the desk, turn on the tablet, and sign him into class.

When he returned with breakfast, he saw clothes scattered everywhere.

A small round bird lay sprawled on the laptop, hugging a fountain pen like a pillow, sleeping soundly.

The teacher on screen kept lecturing. Yan Yan rolled over and continued sleeping.

Seeing the first class about to end, Si Jingce quickly scooped him up and propped him properly.

The sudden movement finally woke Yan Yan. He shook his feathers and turned back into a human, still groggy, obediently letting Si Jingce dress him.

Yan Yan’s second class was an elective from Si Jingce’s university days—Romantic Psychology.

For animals, however, it was a required course.

After all, animals and humans had very different views on love.

Most birds, when they liked someone, would show their best side, give their prettiest feathers, and become extra clingy after getting together.

But some birds displayed coercive behavior—certain inferior males would even use violence to pass on their genes.

So it was necessary to establish proper relationship values.

On one hand, to prevent good birds like Yan Yan from being deceived by humans.

On the other, to prevent bad birds from abusing their human forms to cause trouble.

On screen, the teacher pointed at the PPT and got straight to the topic:

“An irredeemable male is one who doesn’t even know why their partner is angry…”

The teacher systematically explained how to handle conflicts caused by poor communication, then assigned a practical question.

Silence.

“No one? Then I’ll call on someone.”

Si Jingce poked Yan Yan, who was about to fall asleep again. “You’re being called on.”

The question: If your partner is angry, how would you comfort them?

Back in university, his roommates had fought to get into this class. Si Jingce had chosen other electives.

Now that he was in a relationship, the course suddenly became very interesting.

He listened carefully, curious about others’ answers.

The teacher called on a bird.

“I’d cook them a bowl of loofah soup.”

Si Jingce: …

An internet-heavy bird.

“As a high-IQ, high-EQ modern quality bird, comforting someone would lower my dignity.”

A confidently average bird.

Another bird said:

“????‘??????????????????????’”

Si Jingce: …?

A classical-literature bird.

The teacher paused before replying, “Haha… very good answer.”

That bird got excited and kept talking.

The half-classical, half-modern speech made everyone sleepy.

Yan Yan yawned, glanced at breakfast, turned human again, and stuffed bread into his mouth.

Si Jingce yawned too. “What kind of bird talks like that?”

“A red-crowned crane,” Yan Yan said while chewing. “Super smart. We don’t understand him, but he sounds profound. Don’t you think he’s wise?”

“…Indeed,” Si Jingce said.

Yan Yan’s classmates were all strange birds.

“You’re wise too,” Yan Yan added.

Si Jingce nodded absently, already thinking of asking Xiao Li to exempt Yan Yan from these classes.

Then—

Yan Yan was called on.

He swallowed quickly and answered seriously:

“It depends on the personality. For my boyfriend, I’d first kiss him to stabilize his emotions, then figure out why he’s upset and solve it accordingly.”

Listening beside him, Si Jingce had to admit—

He fell for this completely.

Especially when Yan Yan came over all clingy and kissed him…

Half his anger would disappear instantly.

He silently gave his boyfriend full marks.

The teacher, hearing a normal answer for once, awarded extra points.

“Romantic psychology,” Yan Yan said proudly. “I’m a professional.”

After class, the teacher assigned homework:

Design a date, take photos of your partner, and write a diary.

Yan Yan got excited immediately.

Normally, Si Jingce handled everything—he had never planned one himself.

Even when Si Jingce offered help, he refused.

Soon, Yan Yan produced a full plan.

Si Jingce looked at it—and fell into long silence.

Twenty-four hours.

More than ten activities.

From 5 a.m. to late the next night.

Spring outing, rafting, autumn harvest, skiing—

All four seasons in one day.

Si Jingce gently said, “Spring outing and autumn harvest aren’t in season… rafting is eight hours away… indoor skiing exists, but…”

Yan Yan blinked and immediately crossed them out. “Then we’ll skip those.”

After trimming everything down—

Only sunrise watching, amusement park, and cake-making remained.

Their first date felt like completing a task.

Yan Yan bought hiking gear, planning a night climb.

But a few days later—

Both gave in to laziness.

They took a cable car instead, stayed overnight at a mountaintop guesthouse, and planned to watch sunrise from the room.

Perfect.

They booked it and left the next evening.

On the last cable car, they watched the sunset.

Yan Yan snapped photos nonstop.

At the guesthouse, Si Jingce checked them.

Pretty good.

Beautiful scenery, well-framed.

Not award-winning, but nice.

At least not blurry.

He even uploaded some to Weibo.

Putting his phone down, he saw—

Yan Yan had turned into a small pearl finch, tilting his head on the bed.

“Chirp!”

Si Jingce covered him with his hand.

A warm, fluffy little ball wriggled inside his palm, squeezing between his fingers.

This was Yan Yan’s new favorite game.

Safe. Cozy.

He crawled in and out, flattening his feathers.

Si Jingce rubbed him a few times—

Flat bird ? round bird.

Yan Yan turned human again and flopped into his arms.

“My head’s spinning from you rubbing me.”

Si Jingce smiled, hugged him tighter, and kissed his neck.

One benefit of human form—

He could kiss him freely.

Since they had to wake early, he didn’t mess around too long.

They slept early.

Yan Yan set over ten alarms.

Morning came—

The alarms woke the human, not the bird.

Si Jingce turned them off, looked outside—

Dawn was breaking.

He woke Yan Yan, who clung to him like boneless jelly.

They watched the sun rise together.

A red orb hung over the mountains.

“Salted duck egg,” Yan Yan suddenly said. “I want salted duck egg with porridge.”

“If not here, we’ll eat it after going down.”

Staring made them hungry.

Too awake to sleep again.

Yan Yan stretched, opened the window—

Birdsong filled the air.

His instincts kicked in.

He turned into a bird and chirped loudly:

“Chirp chirp chirp!!!”

His electronic-sounding chirps cut through the chorus.

Not satisfied, he flew out—

And met a kestrel.

The kestrel stared.

Yan Yan shrank back.

He quietly flew back and hid in Si Jingce’s collar.

Si Jingce laughed and poked him. “Don’t forget—we need photos.”

The bird chirped and pointed outside.

Then turned human, grabbed the camera, and directed:

“Step left—you’re blocking the sun.”

Si Jingce stepped—

Too far.

But he followed instructions.

“Squat down—you’re too tall.”

He squatted.

Yan Yan took several photos.

“Look!” Yan Yan proudly showed him. “I trained with a pelican photographer!”

Si Jingce flipped through them—

Impressed.

Nice framing.

Elegant wooden window.

A kestrel spreading wings.

Mountains.

Rising sun.

Beautiful.

But…

“…Where am I?”

“Here!”

Yan Yan pointed.

In the corner—

A dark, distorted head silhouette.

Unrecognizable.

Like a ghost.

After long inspection—

Yes.

That was him.

His first ugly photo was born.

Yan Yan beamed. “Isn’t it nice?”

The handsome streamer said blankly:

“…Beautiful.”

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