I, Yu Dalong, am 26 years old and have just been laid off.
Ideal in life: Lie down and collect rent, eat and wait for death.
Before his death, my grandfather left me a small independent house - all six rooms were rented out, and I was responsible for collecting the money.
Perfect.
Until I met my tenant:
A sociophobic programmer who raises a native dog as a psychological counselor.
An online fairy who is stingy offline.
A retired man who can hack the Pentagon but loves to fart.
A love-minded kindergarten teacher with 39 ex-boyfriends.
A battered forensic doctor with a mannequin in his home.
An entrepreneurial genius who sells graveyards in the metaverse.
Plus a litter of weasels who can write, pass notes, and demand a discount on the rent. Yu Dalong:? ? ?
