Walking alone ahead, Chu Jingnan was decisive. He reached the pavilion in the courtyard and kicked the closed gate.

After kicking open the door, they went straight inside.

The moment the door opened, deafening music blared out. Wang Zheng blindly followed and went inside, only to be overwhelmed by the pungent smell of smoke.

When he came to his senses, he saw Chu Jingnan rush into the dimly lit room, pull back the curtains, and push open the French windows in the living room.

As the biting cold winds of January swept through southern Beijing, and the dazzling sunlight streamed back into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Wang Zheng was finally able to see the entire hall clearly.

All sorts of brand-name furniture were piled up to one side, covered with white cloth, clearly unused, making the entire hall appear very empty.

There was only one carpet, which was obviously handwoven and quite expensive, laid in the center of the living room. Various fast food scraps, cans of soda, and cigarette ash were carelessly scattered on it.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a stubble beard and unkempt appearance was lying on his side on the carpet.

Because the curtains were drawn back and he was shielding his eyes with his hand, Wang Zheng couldn't see his face clearly for a moment.

In front of the living room, a huge projection screen stretched all the way to the floor. On the screen, a scantily clad female anchor was holding her head in her hands and trying her best to dance a dance that Wang Zheng couldn't understand.

Those deafeningly loud, lowbrow music tracks also originated from this live stream.

Wang Zheng didn't understand dance, but to be fair, the streamer had a really good figure, with curves in all the right places... ahem...

By this time, the middle-aged man on the ground had adjusted to the outside light. When he looked up and saw that it was Chu Jingnan, he clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

He then pulled out his phone and tapped a few buttons, completely ignoring Wang Zheng and his companion who had entered his room, and began to chuckle maniacally.

As he manipulated the screen, a streak of seven-colored light flashed across the massive screen, and then, following a beam of light, a unicorn appeared from the edge of the screen, riding the clouds all the way to the center of the screen and finally landing there, roaring towards the sky.

Then look at the female anchor who was originally swaying; now she's jumping and hopping with excitement.

Then a sickeningly sweet voice came from the home theater in the room.

"Thank you, Brother Ou~~~ Thank you to geigei, the number one fan, for the Rainbow Unicorn, mua~mua~mua~"

Just as Wang Zheng felt a chill, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure crawling across the ground and then moving to the bottom of the screen. Who else could this person be but Master Ou on the ground?

He had pressed his face completely against the screen, his face flushed, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils, as if from this angle he could see more of the anchor's exposed skin.

Wang Zheng found it fascinating, thinking that this lecherous master was very real, while Chu Jingnan on the other side had already turned ashen-faced.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed in his hand, shattering the projector into pieces.

Once the screen had completely gone black, the man reluctantly got up and lay down in the same spot again.

Then he picked up an old jade pipe from the ground, tapped the cigarette butt (which looked like it was made of high-grade alloy) on the floor, and took a satisfying puff.

Completely disregarding the fact that another small, charred circle had been burned onto the expensive carpet.

Wang Zheng was momentarily stunned. Was this the same person Chu Jingnan had mentioned, the "equipment master"? Was he setting a trap for him as revenge?

Isn't this just a middle-aged, useless, nerdy guy? This is so unreliable!

If this happened in the last century, wouldn't he be considered an opium addict?

Master Ou, who had already been labeled an addict by Wang Zheng, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He scratched his greasy, scabbed hair, then reached into his coat and scratched it again, finally yawning.

As he puffed out smoke, he didn't even glance at Wang Zheng and Chu Jingnan, but simply said something indifferently.

“I’m on vacation these days, and you just barged into my house and broke my appliances. You need to fix them before dinner, and then I want an advance on a month’s salary, or I’m going on strike!”

Seeing the other party's arrogance, Chu Jingnan could no longer hold back. Shedding his polite facade, he grabbed the man by the collar, yanked Master Ou off the ground, and then, covered in plasma, roared:

"Strike? You dare mention strike to me?"

You probably don't know that the debts you owe are enough to keep you working at Nanjing University for over 300 years. Are you going to go on strike?

Okay, so you're taking a vacation, huh? You're going on strike, huh? You want an advance on your salary, huh?

"Fine, I'll just let this go and not collect the debt. I'll give you a quick death today!!!"

Although Chu Jingnan was shouting fiercely, Master Ou didn't even glance at him.

He didn't care at all about being lifted up; he just tilted his head, picked his ear, and then flicked the dirt off his hands onto Chu Jingnan's face, looking as arrogant as could be.