Chapter 17: Deyunshe Xiaolele I say it again: I don’t like her…

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Shen Che locked his gaze on that figure.

The girl was facing him sideways and talking to the staff.

Black classmate: "Your friend is asking how to transfer his salary. Well, there are so many people in our class, and no one cares about the salary."

"Thanks." Shen Che patted his shoulder.

"Can I take your car?"

"There's a bus stop outside. If that doesn't work, rent a scooter."

"Brother, you want me to ride a scooter for 30 kilometers?!"

The young man walked diagonally towards the target person, passing his classmates who were wailing.

Everything around him faded, only that sliver of aquamarine became more concrete. It spread out, like the sky above a salt lake, where water and sky met, the blue rushing forward, overwhelming his vision.

Shen Che remembered how she looked when she came.

She had her hair tied up in a ponytail, crouching beside him in a horse stance. Someone called her to put on makeup, but she shook her head, causing him to be slashed in the face by the weapon, a burning sensation.

At this moment, the ferocious and unique hidden weapon was scattered on the back of the neck, like thick clouds pouring across the sky. The killer tucked his hair behind his ears, and the tip of his straight nose emerged.

The girl nodded, as if to thank someone, the corners of her lips slightly sunken, revealing a dimple.

Chen Che, with his hands in his pockets, looked like a lazy and idle young master, casting a shadow over her.

"What?" He said in a coded language that only they understood. "What's the problem?"

Chi Leyou, whose rubber band was missing, shook her head. Seeing that it was Chen Che, her dimples deepened: "You haven't left yet?"

“Not yet.” He almost said he would wait for you, but then he despised himself for being so kind, so he pretended to look back and said, “Wait for my classmates.”

"Are you a student?"

"Who do you think I am?" Shen Che lowered his eyes, and his pupils met hers for a moment.

His eyes were too dark and bright, and Chi Leyou felt uneasy.

She thought—

He is a college student who gives presentations in class during the day and a little puppy who accompanies a rich woman in her villa at night.

She repeated to herself three times that there is no distinction between high and low professions, and she shouldn't discriminate against him with tinted glasses.

Recalling the scene of Shen Che busy working on the crew, Chi Leyou smiled sincerely: "Little Shen, the free man on the crew, Director Shen who can handle everything on his own, and Shen the big shot with a smooth future?"

Several titles were thrown in front of him, and Shen Che laughed: "Why don't you go and perform crosstalk?"

"I'm not a good talker," Chi Leyou said with a light cough, "but I have experience working at 'Xiyouhui'."

Xiyouhui is quite famous in the Chinese community in the Maple Leaf Country.

In the early years, it was a small crosstalk teahouse, but now it has grown into a crosstalk club with an independent theater.

Du Yuanshan's friend Mrs. Cen loves to listen to crosstalk, and she goes to Xiyouhui every time she comes on vacation to support it.

Chen Che glanced at her. She had more titles than him, so he might as well call her Xiao Yueyue. "Oh, Xiao Lele of Deyun Society."

"It's Xiyouhui." She walked forward.

Chen Che followed her steps and wanted to laugh when he saw her pretending to be serious and walking with her hands behind her back.

A bright gaze came from the front, and the corners of his mouth froze.

Du Yuanshan asked him to buy some VIP tickets for the crosstalk show, but Xiyouhui was too popular and the first wave of online tickets were all sold out, and even scalpers couldn't get tickets.

Shen Che continued to dig deeper: "Where do you work?"

Seeing his serious look, Chi Leyou grinned, revealing a few white spots on his face: "Just doing odd jobs."

The image of the staff serving tea in the private room emerged in Chen Che's mind. He automatically imagined Chi Leyou wearing a crosstalk gown. He thought that "doing odd jobs" was a self-deprecating way of saying it, and then asked, "Are you a staff member of Xiyouhui?"

Unexpectedly, the girl scratched her head and said, "Oh, time to clean the bathroom."

The scene was a little cold.

The young master, who had been living a life of luxury since childhood, looked at her more.

Although he has the face of a child laborer, he already has the demeanor of a working emperor.

Cleaning the swimming pool, wearing a doll costume to attract business, and acting as an extra.

In the retake the director just did, she tried hard to imitate the zombie's walk, and the eerie movements were frightening. Her face under the terrifying special effects makeup must have looked cramped and embarrassed, right?

She looks a year or two younger than me, but she has already settled down in a foreign country at an early age. In addition to speaking fluent English, she also knows Spanish. If she is not a superman, what is she?

One tall and one short walked out of the subway entrance.

"I'll go first--" The girl's voice was drowned out by the man's apology.

Shen Che gestured to her, picked up the phone and spoke a few words in Chinese, followed by a sentence in dialect.

The girl who was eavesdropping in the corner was stunned.

Until a man's voice appeared on the other end of the phone: "Xiaoxi, when will you come back?"

Chen Che was annoyed by his former name, which sounded effeminate.

The phalanges suddenly pressed the volume button.

Chi Leyou caught a glimpse of his use, quietly moved aside, and kicked the weeds in the gaps between the tiles with his toes.

The dialect fell clearly into her ears, disturbing the corner of her heart called homesickness.

It turns out they are from the same hometown.

Chen Che: "I don't have time to go back. I'm busy at school. It's hard to buy plane tickets recently."

"Your grandmother's illness..."

Chen Che: "I bought her some wild ginseng. She likes to soak it in water, make soup with it, or even use it to soak her feet. She can give it to her as much as she wants."

"Oh, you kid!"

A scolding sound came out of the phone, scaring Chi Leyou so much that he stopped and left the grass in the gap a way out.

It turned out that he had a bedridden grandmother in China, and perhaps, like her, he also had a gambling addict father. Thus, the responsibility of supporting the elderly fell on him.

When his grandmother fell ill, he didn't return home because he thought the airfare was too expensive. He was reluctant to leave.

He saved money and bought the most expensive and best wild ginseng for his grandmother, but he was reluctant to do so.

He said he was busy with school and just didn't want his family to know that he was living with his rich sister abroad.

Miserable life.

Shen Che hung up the phone, but he couldn’t escape WeChat’s pursuit.

Director: I'm warning you, don't be so arrogant. Why book first class? What if my department finds out?! You're young, and economy class won't make you any less important.

[Chen Che: I didn't say I was coming back. Stop threatening me with grandma. She practices standing on the plum blossom pile every day. Is she sick?]

Director: Your grandfather Cen's granddaughter is going to study in Maple Leaf Country. If you return home first, you can take the little girl with you.

[Chen Che: If you're lame, buy a wheelchair. If you're paralyzed, charter a plane. I'll say it again: I don't like her.]

Director: ...

Director: When will your mother return to China? Can you ask her for me?

[Director: Red Envelope]

Chen Che skipped over the rows of red envelopes and blocked his father.

The air in the suburbs was crisp. Chi Leyou took a deep breath, filling himself with energy. "I have a part-time job group that often posts strange orders. It's a referral system based on acquaintances. Do you want me to join?"

“…” Shen Che, who had just pulled out the car keys, was silent for a second.

Chi Leyou looked up. The man's face, backlit by the light, showed little expression. She kindly introduced him, "Occasionally there are good jobs, like walking the dog for a world champion."

The yo-yo championship champion has a big dog at home. She goes to the dog's house to walk the dog, and competes with the big dog in wits and courage, and earns a lot of money.

On her last working day, a beagle suffering from separation anxiety chewed through her snow boots and trouser legs, so her owner compensated her with a championship ball.

The salaries for these weird jobs are quite surprising.

If you want to save more money, it's always a good idea to cast a wide net.

"No need." Shen Che declined.

She still wanted to speak.

But then the man pressed the car key, and the headlights of the matte gray sports car not far away suddenly lit up.

Streamlined body, low-to-the-ground chassis, and a blade-like rear wing. Even in cities where the wealthy gather, such a sports car would only appear at auto shows.

At that second, Chi Leyou suddenly closed his lips.

She is a stay-at-home worker who works for $17 an hour and has a time limit. How can she worry about making money for high-income people?

The car door is slanted in the air, giving it a cyber world feel.

Chen Che had never given a girl a ride, so his voice was stiff: "Where are you going?"

Chi Leyou nodded: "Oh, I'm going home, bye."

The wrong answer made my ears buzz for a moment. Was there something ambiguous in his words? If he asked you where you were going, a normal girl would respond with "Oh, can you take me there? Thank you."

Chen Che blinked slightly, confusion +1.

A black whirlwind swept past, and a unique rap accent disturbed the air: "Che, is this the new sports car your family ordered for you?! Oh my god, it's so cool! Oh, my Beibei, it's so cool!"

Chen Che didn't want to pay much attention to him. He had been speaking Chinese with Chi Leyou for so long that his mind automatically translated English into Chinese. The black brother's translation tone made his hair stand on end.

The white-eyed zombie who I only met once on the set took off his makeup, stood in front of the fan-like car door, and touched the door with his fingertips.

Shen Che slapped it away: “Don’t leave fingerprints.”

The black classmate pulled his hand back, and started to praise the top sports car with loud noises, raising his arms and shouting like a primitive man worshipping a bonfire in an African tribe.

Chi Leyou didn't want to disturb them from walking together. Her raised eyelashes touched her drooping hair, and the thread of memory in her mind was gently pulled.

——"Is that custom sports car arriving soon?"

The rich sister's words exploded like fireworks, and the origin of the sports car was revealed to the world.

The wealthy sister dotes on the person she likes!

As for Chen Che and his classmates saying that "the car was bought by my family", it was all an excuse.

Not wanting to be looked down upon by his classmates, he added layers of armor to himself to protect his last bit of self-esteem.

It’s not that she doesn’t envy him.

At such a young age, he lived in a manor house so darn good he could get lost in it, and drove the shiniest sports car at the auto show. He looked only slightly older than me, yet he already possessed things that his peers longed for but could never achieve.

Not like her.

He's clearly a coward, but he makes a big deal about zombies.

Working hard is just a cover, the underlying reason is the desire for money.

Poverty is the original sin, the internal driving force, and the fundamental reason why she works hard.

Looking back on this journey, she crossed the river like a blind man, stumbling and struggling in the water for a long time. When will she be able to get ashore?

Where is the shore? She actually has no direction.

The black student pointed to the isolated bus stop, looking weak and helpless: "The next bus won't arrive for half an hour, please give me a ride!"

Chen Che didn't want to be a good person. He turned around and scanned the target person.

Precise locking.

The blue figure nimbly jumped onto a scooter, unlocked it, and started it.

She raised her finger in a daze and gestured towards him.

Looking again, the girl wearing the pink helmet looked like a skateboarding expert, rushing out like an arrow.

"She rides the scooter like she's racing a horse, like Hua Mulan, so cool." Praising other Chinese people is equivalent to praising Chen Che in disguise, and the black classmates understand this very well.

Chen Che got into the car, and the car feathers slowly closed.

The black classmate was locked outside the car, looking confused: "...You won't take me back to school?"

"Rent a scooter and ride it slowly."

"Hey! Bro! That scooter of hers is obviously hers, with a back seat!"

The scooter we rented was for standing use, without a seat. The one Chi Leyou rode was obviously a modified version.

There is no car rental point in this remote place.

Boom—the modern version of the Arabian horse roared.

In less than three seconds, the sports car disappeared.

The black classmate started to howl at the top of his lungs:

——"Hey! Can you take me with you when you chase Mulan? There's no scooter here, my brother!!!"

——"Brother Shen!"

——"Chen Che!"

——"You! Grandpa!"