C1 Is this considered giving myself to a beautiful woman?

Is this considered giving myself to a beautiful woman?

With less than half a year left from college, I gave up on my two and a half years of living in the dorms and decided to rent a room. I didn't know why I left the dorms, but perhaps I was escaping from something, escaping from the impending youth that was about to pass away ?

Before leaving, the boss gratefully said to me, "Xiaofan, please make a good journey. In the future, I won't need to study and listen to your snoring sounds anymore."

I just want to say: this calf is too inhumane!

Clearly, there was something wrong with his schedule! He got up at four in the morning to study. He slept so late at night that he was not the only one who hated me. Old Third, who was on the top bunk, often grumbled: "What graduate student did you take?" Busy as a watchdog all day, I don't know when you are resting and when you are working and studying.

Ol 'Three's analogy made sense. When a guard dog worked, it was' watching the door '. When it slept, it was also at the door. Who could tell if it was work or rest?

Whenever Ol 'Three screamed, Lao Da would retort, "If you eat until you're full and then sleep, if you wake up and eat, that's the life of a pig."

There was no helping it, Ol 'Three's family was rich and powerful, and he had the ability to lead a "pig's life".

What about me? I had no plans to study and there was no money in my family. My father was an ordinary driver and my mother was a teacher of the people. My days on the Internet without any purpose, thought of graduation confused, this is a painful time, in order to leave a good memory of this time, so I named it: "Pig dog inferior days."

There was a small district near the school, and it had a very warm name, "shallow bay". After searching repeatedly, he found a place to settle down on the 17th floor of the 15th building. After the agent handed me the key, he told me to get along with my roommate and left in a hurry.

The two-room, one-room house was not too big, and the living room, kitchen, and bathroom were all shared. Each bedroom has its own balcony. The complete set of furniture was ready-made, to my great satisfaction.

That night, I met my roommate, a very pretty girl with a height of 1.7 meters. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and she seemed to be brimming with a pure aura as she wore a small shirt. Her well-developed breasts stood tall and straight. At that moment, I felt that my second brother had started to raise his eyebrows.

The first time we met was like this: After moving away for an entire afternoon, I ate something and went to the bathroom to soak in the bath. The exhaustion from lying in the bathtub was all swept away, and I was used to staying in the dorm. Because of this bad habit, something had happened!

While I was soaking in the bath, I heard the door open, but I didn't pay much attention to the sound, but it was getting louder and louder, and I had to get out of the tub, and as I stood in the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me, the bathroom door opened, and the beauty was standing there looking at me for three seconds, and then there was a sharp scream, and along with it was the sound of the door closing, and the sound of the door slamming shut brought me back to reality, and I asked myself, Shouldn't I be screaming? Why was it her? Lowering your head to look at your 'second brother', you sighed and said: You've been wronged this time, you haven't vented your emotions even though you were looked at by a beautiful woman ?

When I returned to my room wrapped in a towel, I was no longer too concerned about my "loss" earlier. What I was worried about was that the beauty next door would come over with some form of sharing contract to restrict me, forbidding me from wearing underwear in the living room, forbidding me from touching her bowls and chopsticks, etc ? Normally, such a plot would appear in the cohabitation stories in online novels. Just when I was fantasizing, a knock came from the bedroom. My heart! Cold. Would she look at me with anger? He opened the door with a nervous heart.

The beautiful woman stood outside the door, the blush on her face had not yet faded as she lowered her head and said in embarrassment, "Sorry! I didn't know you were bathing. "

It was completely out of my expectations. He actually apologized? I hastily replied, "It's alright!" "Anyway, this isn't the first time I've been seen by someone ?"

The beauty was stunned for a moment before forcing out a smile and hurriedly said, "We are roommates from now on, I hope you can take care of me. I won't disturb your rest, see you later ?" Remember to lock the door the next time you take a shower. "

I'm pretty sure she won't dare go in the next time I don't lock the door, unless she wants to spy on me!

My life was very simple. It was basically sleeping, surfing the internet, eating, and sleeping. Occasionally, he would omit the 'eating' part, filling the small room with the smell of cigarettes and beer. I traveled through literary sites, posting my own nondescript writing on them for a change in living expenses. Speaking of which, you all should know what I'm doing, right? I'm the "web writer" who writes novels online to cheat some money. Occasionally also cheats the reader tears, I have always had a dream, that one day I can publish my work into a physical book, a free writer, I also work for this dream, but there is always a gap between the show and the dream. So I want to be like a lot of writers, constantly struggling, constantly working hard. The current life state is very simple, a independent, quiet space to create well, which is also why I came out to rent a house.

My room is like a different world compared to the living room. If you've been to the male dorm before, you should remember what my room looked like. Normally, I wouldn't even dare to open the door. I left the guitar with its broken string in a corner. The only clean thing is my pocket, cleaner than my face, not a penny!

When there is nothing to do, I will stand on the balcony, looking at the distant blue sky, life is so boring. Occasionally he would look at the balcony over there, sometimes he would see some sexy underwear, and also imagine the perfect figure of his roommate.

Come to think of it, I still like my current life. At least he could do what he wanted. As for the courses in the school, it was better to go to hell. There weren't many people attending anyway. For over thirty people, being able to go ten was already not bad. This was the so-called "third year".

I never tried to find out what kind of person the girl next door was. I didn't even ask for her name because I didn't want to have any sort of story with her. The main reason was that she had a boyfriend. He always wore a suit and tie. It seemed that the man was still in the process of "pretending to be an egg" after the two of them had fallen in love for a while.

In the future, once the two of us get to know each other, we will no longer have to care about how we look. From the way the man is dressed, I can confirm that he is in the initial stages of 'chasing a girl'. Although the two of them often went out together, men never spent the night here. It also made my lonely night better, and I didn't have to hear the island action films next door.

He played the game until around 3 in the morning. It was already past noon when he woke up. After washing his face, he found that there was a message from the editor on his phone urging him to send a script. He even brought a dozen missed calls, opened up a website, and saw that his book had a recommendation on the front page. Every time the first page was updated, there would be a lot of words updated. He was no longer in the mood to eat. He sat in front of his computer and crazily typed on his keyboard.

Unknowingly, four hours had passed, and just as his stomach started to protest, it started to rain heavily outside. When I called for takeout, he actually told me that I couldn't give it away for a good reason. That was what the delivery boy had said: Boss, I'm not afraid of getting wet from the rain, I'm afraid of getting wet from selling, and you can't eat it, and you have to pay for it, I'm doing it for your own good.

F * ck! What world? This peddler's eloquence can take the place of me going to the university to participate in the defense.

Standing on the balcony, watching the pouring rain outside ? If I could return to the past, even for a few hours, I would prepare a lot of food.

Just as I was feeling extremely hungry, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen. More specifically, it was the sound of frying food. I don't know if it was a chain reaction, but I actually smelled something very fragrant.

He gently pushed the door open and pretended to pass by the kitchen door before walking to the bathroom! That's right! It was indeed cooking. I could clearly see several chicken wings and a bottle of cola. They should be the legendary Cola chicken wings. The sweet chicken wings...

The more I think about it, the hungrier my hunger gets.

After furiously washing my face a few times, I left the washroom and passed by the kitchen. However, she was too serious in cooking and didn't see me, so I could only bitterly return to my room. She even thought of how she would be enjoying it all by herself while holding a plate of Cola Chicken Wings! How can I, a hungry man, endure this!

But I can't ask for food with a thick face! The rain outside was getting heavier. Suddenly, I found a box of instant noodles in the corner. If there's a box of instant noodles, if I can take a box of instant noodles to the kitchen to get some water ? It just so happened that she saw my miserable appearance and that pitiful instant noodles ?

I turned over the bed and stared at the empty box in my memory. There was actually an extra packet of instant noodles inside. Right now, the value of its existence far surpasses that of a packet of ordinary instant noodles. It will be the "tie-in noodles" that links me to the chicken wings opposite me, and will be even more precious than Yue Lao's red string.

All sorts of vulgar thoughts flashed through his mind. He strode out of the room with the bowl of instant noodles in his arms.

I don't know if God is joking with me, but when I walked into the kitchen, the lid of the pot over the stove was just closed. Under the lid of the pot, I could clearly see four to five red chicken wings ? The kitchen was empty.

Instinctively turning his head, he saw that the bathroom was lit up and the sound of running water could be heard ?

Heavens, isn't it too much of a coincidence that I'm in a rush? My plans are so good, but I found out that the main character isn't in the kitchen ?

But I will not give up my great plan. He was going to pick it up very slowly. There was a water dispenser in the kitchen. After moving in, I had already bought two buckets of water, so I was quite at ease with it.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes. She finally came out of the bathroom. I was relieved, too, because I had already poured out the instant noodles twice (when they were full I poured them out, then took them again). for her to see.) If he isn't here, I suspect that the seasonings in the instant noodles have been washed away by the water. If the chicken wings aren't successfully tricked ? Then this bowl of noodles would be even worse off ?

In order to be more accurate in her next performance, I want to remember her steps. With every step she took, she left a deep footprint in my mind. When she took the seventh step, the seventh step from the bathroom, she finally stepped into the kitchen.

"You haven't eaten?" She walked over with a smile and saw the instant noodles in my hand. "Wow! Do you need that much water for instant noodles? It's about to come out. "

What?! He was so engrossed in listening to the sound of footsteps that he forgot he was fetching boiling water.

"Huh?" I came to a sudden realization and said, "That ? I like soup. "

She looked incredulously at the instant noodles in my hand, presumably frightened by the bucket of boiling water. He asked carefully, "Is this all for dinner?"

Dinner? What time is it? Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was time to eat dinner. He said, "This is my breakfast."

The girl smiled and said, "No wonder I can't see you all the time. It seems like our working hours are sometimes worse." "If you don't mind, let's have dinner together and try out my cooking skills."

"How embarrassing!" After saying that, I regretted it, cursing myself for being such a b * tch.

She smiled and said, "Don't be so polite. I was busy working this week, so you bought all the water in the house. I'll give you the money later. "

"No need! No need! You're treating me to chicken wings. How could I take your money? Besides, I don't have much water ? "I usually drink too ?" Hehe, despise yourself a bit, a meal of chicken wings was tricked by me just like that.

I have gained a lot from this meal and I have gained a little understanding of her. The so-called "little bit" is limited to her being a girl, called Zhang Yushi (her name is still the one who called out loudly when she was on the phone, to whom I heard) just graduated from university, and is currently working while preparing to study.

To add, I also know that her cooking skills are excellent.

From that point on, the two parallel lines became slanted. I still live my life in reverse, black and white, occasionally meeting, no longer just nodding and smiling, but also with a few greetings.

If I hadn't suddenly worked hard one day, I might never have known her second identity.