C5 Uninvited Guest

A cool breeze blew by. The tall man stood outside the door and looked up at the luxurious villa in front of him. The sunlight behind the villa burst forth, adding a bit of charm to the villa.

Shen Yiran hesitated for a while, but in the end, he still pushed open the iron door.

The green plants at the entrance of the villa were full of vitality. The delicate flowers were budding, and there were stone tables and stone chairs. It was like a small garden. The man suddenly stopped and stared at the flowers on the ground for a long time.

After staring for a long time, he walked to the door. The man licked his thin lips and rubbed his left index finger and thumb together. After a long time, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.

Dingdong.

The bell rang in the spacious hall, but the young man upstairs was still sound asleep.

After waiting for a minute, no one opened the door. The man tilted his head in confusion.

His index finger and thumb started rubbing again. This was a small movement he would make when he was nervous. The man looked down at the password lock with European patterns and poked the doorbell again.

Dingdong.

Cheng Zixu, who was on the second floor, turned over with the blanket in his arms, revealing the messy chicken head. His snow white thighs were covered with a black blanket, and the sunlight shone through the curtains and onto the natural filter.

Shen Yiran took two steps back and looked up. He only saw the floor-to-ceiling window and a black lamp. He wondered if there was anyone there.

He took out his phone and quickly typed nine keys with his hand.

No one opened the door.

The name of the note changed to being typed...

A few seconds later, a reply popped up.

[Ms. Xia] [Maybe he hasn't woken up yet.] Password 15645

After Shen Yiran typed in the reply, he put away his phone and entered the password.

Ding.

The crisp sound of unlocking came from the sandalwood door. The big hand pushed open the door.

After closing the door and looking around, he subconsciously pulled on his tie, straightened his tie, and walked up to the second floor with his long legs. There was no sound at all in his steady steps.

The young man on the bed still did not feel anyone coming in.

Glancing at the long corridor, his gaze stopped at the innermost room.

His leather shoes stepped on the clean floor, making a rhythmic sound. It was especially clear in the quiet corridor.

The large hand with clear joints was half-clenched, and the joints were slightly bent. He knocked on the door, but there was still no reaction from the people in the room.

The man lowered his eyes and pressed down the door handle. He saw the half-naked young man on the bed and was stunned. Two seconds later, the door was immediately closed, and the sound of the door closing finally alarmed the young man on the bed.

The young man frowned and reached out to rub his eyes. He quickly blinked twice and his eyelids turned into three eyelids. He then changed into an inner pair and pushed away the blanket in his arms. He wore a pair of shorts and got off the bed.

He yawned and opened the door. When he heard movement, the man outside the door looked up and saw Cheng Zixu, who was sleeping with hazy eyes.

Two seconds after they looked at each other.

Bang.

Cheng Zixu slammed the door and shouted, "F * ck!"

Shen Yiran, who was standing outside the door, was also a little surprised. He coughed a few times. "Ahem..."

"Why did you come to my house?" Cheng Zixu shouted as he leaned against the door.

Shen Yiran regained his calm and answered calmly, "Class."

Cheng Zixu was stunned for two seconds, then his hair stood on end. "I asked you how the f * ck did you get in!"

The man outside the door did not answer. Instead, a low voice came from outside. "I gave you ten minutes to prepare. Class."

Cheng Zixu touched the door handle and locked the door behind him. He shouted, "What class is this? I'm not going out today."

Shen Yiran replied casually, "Okay."

Cheng Zixu's ear was close to the door. When the footsteps were getting further and further away, he opened the door and stuck his head out. "I am not going to class. Get lost!"

"Science in the morning. Arts in the afternoon." Shen Yiran did not seem to hear him. He placed his bag on the sofa in the hall on the second floor and naturally sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Bang.

The door was closed again. Cheng Zixu rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a black T-shirt. He cursed as he put it on. "The world is so f * cking small."