Chapter 30: The Taste of a Wild Man 2.0 Upgraded Version Exhibitionism...

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Navigation prompt tone: You have deviated, you have deviated...Hey, hey, hey.

The driver suddenly came to his senses, stepped on the brakes lightly, and the navigation turned into a kimchi prompt sound?

Looking at the navigation again, the same unchanging English female voice said, "You have deviated from your course and are replanning your route."

You like her.

Is this a joke? That weird Korean woman can read minds? Even shamans are outrageous!

Knock knock knock—a tall figure floated in from outside the car window.

The moment he rolled down the car window, a few words flashed through Chen Che's mind: You'll have to pay for what you've done.

An hour ago, he scared a little girl at the church door; an hour later, he was scared by a foreigner at the door of the apartment he had not returned to for eight hundred years.

The man who stopped the car was wrapped in a silk cloak, with slicked-back hair and large shadows on his cheeks. The only thing that was full of color was his eyes that seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

Shen Che suppressed his racing heartbeat: "Dracula also robs?"

The man seemed displeased, and jumped back like a mantis, and whoosh—his cloak flew open.

2.0 upgraded version of exhibitionism.

"..." The man in the driver's seat's right eyelid twitched slightly. His gaze shifted upwards, passing over the vampire's eerie face. Chen Che scoffed, "Alright, Liam, stop pretending. You're really tired."

Liam's shoulders slumped slightly. "...How did you know it was me?"

Chen Che made a rigorous analysis: How could there be a 2-meter-tall vampire?

Bonus friendly advice: You should play the bravest soldier in the land of giants.

Liam touched his nose: "Yoyo even praised me for being pretty."

Just a few words forced someone's brain to shut down: "Youyou... praising your beauty?"

"Yeah, you've seen them, the child laborers who come to Ms. Du's villa to clean the swimming pool."

"I'm an adult now."

"Oh, you didn't say that then."

A giant vampire slanted into the passenger seat, and the space inside the car suddenly became cramped.

"Hey, someone's finally sitting in your passenger seat?" Liam operated the seat skillfully, and the seat automatically retreated to the bottom, barely accommodating the pair of long legs that were beyond the reach of a normal human.

It's dark at night and vampires are closed.

Just for fun.

"Is it for girls?" Liam used his legs as a ruler, measuring the space. "It's so narrow, are you raising a child? Hey, you can't put a car seat in a sports car, you might get pulled over by the police."

As if hearing a perfect joke, the driver smiled: "Me, raising a child?"

This kind of thing isn't uncommon abroad. Count Dracula assumed it was the same in China. He kept rambling, "My sister attends community college, and one of her classmates brought her baby to school, and the baby burst into tears. The teacher ended up comforting the child and holding the baby for the entire class. And look—my sister even posted about it on Instagram!"

Chen Che gave him a flattering look: "You just said Youyou praised your style... handsome?"

Liam swiped away from Instagram and pulled out WeChat. Few foreigners knew how to use the international version of WeChat. Following Liam's bamboo-like fingers, her penetrating gaze settled on his Moments.

The vampires around me sneaked into the nine-square grid of my mobile phone’s Moments and struck the most exaggerated pose in each square.

There are several rows of likes below.

Like a pond under a downpour, Chen Che accurately found his one among a pile of dense bubbles.

Hand-drawn cute cartoon with a dimple at the corner of the mouth.

"Hey, she even replied." Liam was speechless for a moment, then turned to the military advisor for help. "In your Chinese section, how do you pronounce the words for handsome, dashing, and good-looking?"

After being forced to listen to a series of compliments, as a victim, Shen Che wanted to go to the ophthalmology department to clean his ears first and then to the ophthalmology department to wash his eyes.

"Handsome - Lion without love - handsome." Teacher Shen is well-mannered.

"Fall? Bad luck? Dump?" No matter how he pronounced it, it didn't sound right. The foreigner, who couldn't pronounce the tones, was extremely frustrated. "I learned Chinese in elementary school Chinese class... but I'm very sensitive to graphics. Chinese is a pictographic language. Look at the word 'cool' that Yoyo typed—"

Where is the handsomeness? Chen Che lowered his eyes and glanced at the comment section one by one.

Yoyo: Back off! Back off! Back off!

The "Auntie, retreat, retreat" emoticon appeared in front of Chen Che.

Liam: "Are you praising me?"

"Emm..." Chen Che said in an indescribable tone, "I'm praising him. He's handsome, very handsome, the most handsome man in Maple Leaf Country."

"Ha! This Yoyo, she's so sincere."

Lima replied in English: "Thank you Yoyo, I'm going to see the tattoo artist tomorrow and I want to get this word tattooed on my arm. This is my medal, my certification, and proof of my handsomeness!"

After a moment, Yoyo replied: "?"

Alas, Chinese should be popularized throughout the world. Shen Che stepped on the gas, and the sports car roared, carrying him into the garage.

As they approached the gate, the car lift recognized the license plate and a regular mechanical sound rang out. Chen Che glanced at the passenger seat and said, "Respected Earl, you won't get out of the car?"

Liam patted his head, opened the door skillfully, and leaned against the sash door: "I just went outside to pick up a friend. When I saw your car, I thought mine was stolen."

Sales of this sports car in North America aren't high, but this apartment in the Land of the Maple Leaf actually accounts for half of that. Chen Che chose a low-key gray, while Liam, a showboat, opted for a dazzling ruby red.

The neighbor who was holding a vampire werewolf party at home said goodbye to Shen Che.

"Don't worry, we will be quiet and won't disturb you."

"You better be."

There are few apartments with car elevators in the city, and the residents are either rich or noble.

The high-tech sports car slowly drove into the car, drove to the wheel position indicated by the laser projection, and temporarily parked. Shen Che lowered his head and browsed his phone.

The elevator goes up.

5th floor, Liam's house.

The grand costume party kicked off.

Liam owns the largest cleaning company in the Maple Leaf Country. Chen Che has known him for many years, and their relationship has developed from neighbors to his client.

The 7th floor is home to a popular rapper from the Maple Leaf Country.

In his own recording studio, he shakes his head: Damn you, mop; curse you, scrubber; fxck you, broomstick… Fu, fu, fu… fxck you…①

A while ago, to promote his company, Liam was cleaning the exterior of his apartment building when he suddenly ran into a singer who was completely bereft. Spider-Man Liam waved: "Nice day, I love your new song."

The singer was not nice, so he wrote a new song "Fxck you" in response.

8th floor, home of the Wattpad bestselling novel author.

The series of books "Before" has only been published to the third volume, but she is on the bestseller list of every bookstore in Maple Leaf Country.

9th floor.

The elevator door opens, the hydraulic ramp bridge is connected, and the threaded car slides into the house.

The camera zooms out—from Spider-Man's perspective, this vast flat is divided into numerous areas. Large expanses of transparent glass resemble the acrylic dust covers on a Lego display. Two other rare sports cars run alongside the meteorite-colored one.

The enlarged version of the Tomica toy did not win the favor of its owner. The young master stepped out of the sports car, raised his hand and pressed it against the wall. The car key seemed to be under a levitation spell, sticking to the wall in mid-air and not moving.

Smart home is like an invisible servant. With his footsteps, the light strip automatically adjusts the brightness.

A spacious, comfortable and futuristic home.

It seems too quiet.

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"Damn, it's so cold!" Footsteps and curses were mixed outside the dormitory corridor.

Park Ye-jin didn't even raise her head, but worked hard at her desk.

Her Chinese roommate grabbed her hair dryer and ran out of the bathroom, sticking her half-dry head out the door to peek. Finally, she closed the door in despair and said, "Oh no! The heating's broken."

The cartoonist pulled up the hood of his pajama in an attempt to keep warm.

The pajamas were coral fleece pajamas that her good roommate bought from 1688. She chose the Capybara and left the pink Loopy for her roommate.

The water-absorbing hat was tilted to the side, Loopy on the back was shaking its big pink head, and the mobile phone on the table was popping out messages frantically.

【Hee hee ha ha: Youyou, check now, a set of Jianbing Guozi for me.】

Seeing that Chi Leyou didn't reply, another one -

【Hehehaha: Why aren’t you laughing? 】

Is there a Zhao Xizhi surveillance camera installed in the dormitory? Chi Leyou replied: I am in the terminal stage of facial paralysis and I am powerless.

【Hehehaha: Heheheha ...

The screen is full of laughter.

Chi Leyou politely suggested that Zhao Xizhi change his WeChat name. Once a person is labeled, it is difficult to remove it. Just like Zhao Xizhi, the little princess who once looked like a celebrity turned into a giggling fool. Chi Leyou was worried about Zhao Xizhi.

[Hee hee ha ha: This is the nickname Chen Che gave me.]

This girl must be from Stockholm.

Chi Leyou replied seriously: He lied to you, change it. This name makes my eyes go straight and I am claustrophobic.

Zhao Xizhi insisted that she come up with a WeChat name.

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Mobile phone screen usage time shows: 30 minutes for reddit and 40 minutes for Zhihu.

His fingers were a little busy today, browsing from reddit to Zhihu.

Whether it is "Western" or "Chinese", the answer after combining Chinese and Western elements is: a girl will report her safety after arriving home, "I got home safely, thank you for today."

Oh, he didn’t receive her message on WeChat.

She had time to like and comment on Liam's Moments, but she didn't have time to let him know she was safe.

What about manners? What about cultivation? What about quality?

In a small WeChat group named "I am the only one lying flat in the world", the group owner Sang Shi is particularly active.

【Zombie: Welcome new member @Milkshake】

【Milkshake: Hehehe, hello everyone】

Lu Ziyu: Zhao Xizhi? You changed your name again? Who made you laugh?

[Milkshake: My sister helped me modify it]

A screenshot appeared in the group chat, showing a chat between Zhao Xizhi and Chi Leyou. Chi Leyou gave him the name "Milkshake," and Concubine Zhao thanked him for his kindness.

The group members who weren't spoiling the fun were very helpful: "Are you our new friend of Milkshake? Let's invite him in and meet him."

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Chen Che had just finished taking a shower, with water droplets dripping from the tips of his hair and a small dark spot on his collar.

99+ news about cattle and horses.

He didn't bother watching Sang Shi and Lu Ziyu whine about the unfairness of life. If he took a screenshot of a young man with a silver spoon in his mouth and posted it online, real people would drown them in saliva.

The bedroom door opened, and the man rushed to the bed. He put Meow Meow into the soft quilt, covering her neck with it, and patted her head with his big hand: "Sleep."

He is a polite, cultured and well-mannered man. If a girl lends him a doll, he will naturally take good care of it.

The heating was so strong that the lamb, in his hoodie and overalls, was scorching hot, his dark glass eyes gleaming with grievance. Why did my mother send me here to suffer?

Chen Che leaned halfway in from the bedroom door, like a bamboo in the wind. The man who had the right to use a lamb for two months squeezed out a dry word: "...Be good."

A sheep falls into the tiger's mouth, meow.

He scurried into the laundry room, his feet swift and light. Laundry detergent beads and disinfectant were neatly arranged on the shelves, with a bottle of fragrance beads in the most prominent position, scented like Ocean Mist.

Mrs. Wang should really enter the Guinness World Records for the most efficient housekeeping in the world.

The young master sat on the ground, selected the washing mode Cotton, and carefully turned Start.

With a click, the electronic lock automatically fastened and the water inlet valve started... He watched every step intently, and his uneasy heart calmed down as the drum rotated.

Inside the round glass cabin door, the handkerchief was like a small boat, forced to welcome the mad wolf.

The pent-up energy in his body dissipated a little, and he began to understand why Liam wanted to personally participate in the cleaning work. The brain releases dopamine, and once a person completes a cleaning goal, they will feel a strong sense of pleasure.

Labor is the most glorious.

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A dormitory without heating is no different from an Eskimo igloo.

On the digital tablet was a full-page picture of the male protagonist being wall-banged. The artist rubbed his aching neck and glanced towards the bathroom: "Youyou, what are you doing?"

With the sound of dripping water, Chi Leyou carefully rubbed his tie with cold water: "Washing clothes."

"Why don't you go to the laundry room?"

"It's only three dollars to wash it once." Chi Leyou poked his head out of the bathroom and gave a wry smile, "It's just a tie. Who has the money to wash it in a washing machine?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe someone crazy would wash like that." Wait, Park Ye-jin came to her senses and rushed into the bathroom, "Where did you get the tie?"

She sniffed hard, and found that the air was filled with not only the scent of the fragrance beads, but also the scent of a wild man.

"Bakayaloo, confess and you will be treated leniently."

"Alas, don't you hate the devils the most..."

Two hands stretched out in front of me, with ten fingers bared and waving.

Pickled kimchi can do anything. Let's temporarily ignore the feud between the kimchi country and the devil country. Chi Leyou said honestly: "Chen Che borrowed it from me."

"Borrow--?" Park Ye-jin glanced at the tie that fell into the basin.

The water flowed over the wrinkled and wet tie, and the logo was vaguely visible.

The painter was extremely sensitive to graphics, and the UFO leaked light and sucked the carriage into the air.

"Oh Mona, hey Max?!" Park Ye-jin's eyes widened.

"Hmm?" Chi Leyou still had a silly smile on his face.

"H, E, R, M..." Park Ye-jin felt like pinching herself with every letter she heard. "Oh my god, it's a limited edition... My dear, aren't all ties dry-cleaned?"

The girl who was happily washing herself paused.

Chi Leyou is poor, not blind.

Hermès?

She wrung out the tie and straightened it.

Park Ye-jin attacked Chen Che in several languages: "Damn! That coffin-faced guy uses such a nice tie?! Shit! He did it on purpose! He wants you to pay for it, right?!"

Chi Leyou was silent.

It has come to this.

She used a lot of paper towels to dry the tie, took a pearlescent pink hanger from the closet, and hung the tie on it.

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The cell phone rang.

Chen Che put down the game controller, and the little man on the screen walked forward one, two, one, two.

In the WeChat dialog box, the very polite Panda Chi finally sent a message.

No words, just a photo.

Okay, photos are fine, just be polite.

His tie dangled from a Hello Kitty hanger, his bamboo-like phalanges stretching the image to its fullest extent.

A drop of crystal clear water was hooked on the tip of the tie, about to fall.

He placed his elbow across the controller, bent one leg and leaned against the sofa, placed the phone on his knee, and typed word by word on the dialog box with his raised fingers.

The little figure on the big screen in front of her crashed into a tree, and a swarm of wasps swarmed towards her face. The little figure raised her short legs and ran around.

【What's this? 】

Delete. Asking questions when you already know the answer is too low-level.

He decided to even the odds and send the photo—

A photo of a washing machine is placed on top of a photo of a tie.

It was zero degrees outside, the wind howled, and the temperature in the dormitory continued to drop. Chi Leyou retreated to her personal territory, lifted the quilt, and wrapped herself up like a dumpling.

Studying the photo he sent, she enlarged it without a clue.

In her impression, Siemens is the leader in the washing machine industry, but from the product pictures of washing machines sent by Chen Che, she had limited knowledge and had never seen a washing machine of this brand.

She was the first to break the balance and sent a text: Do you do laundry?

Sincerity is always a killer move, and sure enough, the other party responded with the following text: Wash the handkerchief.

The quilt blocked out the noise, and the "self-built house" became silent for a moment.

Two messages appeared one after another.

[Panda Pool: Washing machine, wash, handkerchief? ]

[Chen Che: The handkerchief you made yourself is enjoying a Thai massage.]

Chi Leyou was completely stunned. His mind was spinning in circles. Why did he often do things that wasted water, electricity, and manpower?

The man put his legs bent on the sofa on the ground, sat up straight, and held the phone in both hands. Why were the words the girl called separated by commas?

[Chen Che: Is there anything wrong with using a washing machine to wash handkerchiefs?]

[Chen Che: Wasting electricity? The apartment is powered by solar energy.]

[Chen Che: Wasting water? In ancient times, women washing clothes in the entire river would do it. That kind of behavior is considered polluting the river.]

Hiding in the bed, Eskimo You was getting colder and colder: "..."

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I was inexplicably dragged into a WeChat group called "I am the only one lying flat in the world."

[Milkshake: The red carpet is rolled out, let’s go @Chi Leyou]

[Zombie: Photographer is in place]

Lu Ziyu: Chi Xiaohua has a big face, so she needs to touch up her makeup.

[Zombie: You all know each other? Then who am I? You all have new friends to play with. By the way, what do the new sisters look like?]

After a while, Zhao Xizhi presented a "composite photo".

The body was taken from her dress photo, and the head was taken from Chi Leyou’s circle of friends.

A sweet girl's face, a supermodel's physique.

Zhao Xizhi has a European and American style, is about 1.7 meters tall, and has signs of years of fitness. He often makes appointments to work out with Sang Shi.

At that moment, Sang Shi stopped the rowing machine at the gym and saw the incongruous "Barbie" in the photo. He couldn't help but throw a comment into the group chat: Chun-Li from Street Fighter.

Lu Ziyu: Is that you in the second half @milkshake? Your biceps are more developed than mine!

Two grown men commented on a girl's figure, and Chi Leyou replied: Ah, I dream of having a figure like this! Healthy and full of energy! Thumbs Up.jpeg

In one sentence, Zhao Xizhi's embarrassment was resolved and the two group members were warned not to speak without thinking.

Sang Shi and Lu Ziyu kept saying "Auntie, I was wrong", and emoticons of them kneeling and kowtowing flooded the group.

Shen Che didn't even notice that there was one more person in the group.

[Chen Che: After washing the handkerchief, can I use the dryer to dry it? ]

The man who hasn't appeared for a thousand years has a special way of appearing.

A young master who has a bunch of servants, housekeepers and drivers at home would actually ask such a question.

[Zombie: Where did the handkerchief come from?]

【Chen Che: It was given by someone else.】

Oh my, Sang Shi screamed, no wonder he came to the group to make himself felt, it turned out he was here to show off.

[Zombie: Did a girl give it to you?]

[Chen Che: Yes, she picked the cloth and sewed it by hand. She even sewed an egg into the corner of the handkerchief, stitch by stitch.]

Lu Ziyu: My fans have folded paper cranes and embroidered my portrait in cross-stitch. Handmade gifts are rare these days. It means they care about you.

Chen Che was quite pleased to hear this: [Come to my house tomorrow to pick out a car, it’s up to you.]

There was a long silence.

Chi Leyou emerged from her bed and word by word justified her embroidery: "I'm not embroidering an egg, I'm embroidering a yo-yo."

As upright as she is, she typed again, explaining to all the group members: [The handkerchief I lent you was a mouth towel, not a gift. Did you misunderstand? @沉澈]

[Chi Leyou: The cloth has been discontinued. I really like this handkerchief, but you, a grown man, can't use it.]

Chi Leyou: Give it back to me. (gorilla spreading hands.jpeg)

The group is still there, it hasn't exploded, but it has fallen silent.