He Cheng is very annoyed by his new neighbor.
Too pretentious.
When they first met, He Cheng had a bad impression of this man. His meticulous hair, suits and leather shoes, and a smile that was standard enough to accept interviews at any time, all showed his judgment that this university professor named Xu Henian was not of the same class as himself.
So, why does Xu Henian live in the urban-rural fringe, carrying his briefcase through narrow alleys every day, carefully protecting his perfect clothes from being touched by the mottled walls?
He Cheng thought indifferently that the other party might have a disease in his head.
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Xu Henian was very annoyed with his new place.
Especially that neighbor.
Xu Henian was used to the elite. He had never seen such a slovenly person in his life, with disheveled hair, dragging his slippers out listlessly, doing unskilled work, running errands, making milk tea, and cheating.
This person doesn't have a serious job. He seems to be able to do whatever he wants with money, but he also looks very lazy. He yawns and takes the note from your hand - Xu Henian even thought that if He Cheng is reduced to a street stall one day, he will definitely put a speaker next to him and play it in a loop, doing duck, once five hundred times, doing duck, once five hundred times...
I didn't even bother to shout myself.
——Until that day, it was raining heavily outside the window.
He Cheng knocked on his door, soaked all over: "I need money, can you buy me for one night? It's very cheap."
Xu Henian put down his pen and wanted to ask what's wrong with you, but something went wrong when he opened his mouth: "... How much?"
He Cheng laughed: "Fifty."
Xu Henian's throat was choked, and he thought to himself, he is indeed what he thought, a little money can buy all the dignity.
As expected, it's vulgar and intolerable.
Half an hour later.
He Cheng slapped Xu Henian on the face: "Buying me for one night means cleaning and doing work for you, not doing it for you!"
He put on his clothes while cursing, and gave people the middle finger: "It's a silly thing."
"It's so vulgar!"
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[The poisonous-tongued professor with exquisite egoism × It doesn't matter, the little bastard who will only die if he dies]
A love story between two lay people :)
Intention: Young minds are always a little frivolous, but now you are at home all over the world
