14-9-6.

Jian Yanyan, upstairs of Su Ci Tower.

The bathroom was filled with mist. Shi Yan came out of the shower, wiped his hair with one hand, opened the refrigerator door, and took out the unopened cup of milk tea.

Extra large cup of cheese milk cap with crispy coconut flakes… caramel milk tofu, his eyes swept over the long list of names, Shi Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly, opened the straw, poked it into the sealing layer, put it in his mouth and took a sip.

The straw is very thick, and what you drink into your mouth is more like porridge than tea, with the taste of various small ingredients exploding in your mouth.

Very sweet.

Maybe it’s because too many ingredients were added.

A cup of milk tea with lots of toppings like this costs about 25 yuan.

Shi Yan himself would never order it, so for him, it was a very fresh attempt.

He didn't blow-dry his hair. Instead, he took his milk tea and went to the balcony to enjoy the fresh air. He leaned over the fence slightly and could see the warm light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows downstairs.

Two months ago, during the spring recruitment of University A, he met Su Ci at the campus job fair as an interviewer for Hengrui Technology.

At that time, another girl pulled her, who should be her roommate, and ran over in a hurry to ask about her salary and benefits.

It's normal that she doesn't remember it after just one encounter.

Shi Yan's eyes dimmed slightly, and his teeth bit the popping beads in his mouth, releasing the rich flavor of the juice, smooth, sour and sweet.

In fact, the rent in the community she chose was relatively high considering the environment and housing quality, and he didn't know why he wanted to move in with her.

Shi Yan has a severe money hoarding disorder.

The total deposits in several bank cards are no less than 100 million.

He neither bought a house nor a car. He lived in the cheapest house near his company. His home only had daily necessities and the most basic furniture.

The biggest expense I've ever had since I was born is rent.

This month he paid four rent payments totaling 10,000 yuan. The houses he rented were located above and below Su Ci's house, and the upper one was where he lived now.

The soundproofing of this apartment is not very good. College students like to stay up late and have light sleep, and they don’t want to be disturbed by ignorant tenants.

I had finished most of the milk tea when my phone vibrated twice. Someone in the group that didn't invite the boss sent a voting link.

Secretary Chen Gang: The note is being broadcast. Please vote for number 8. My goddess is guaranteed to be beautiful! Thank you so much, bosses!

[Secretary Chen Gang: Congratulations and get rich!] (Lucky red envelope)

【Human Tribe Wan: Points】

[Marketing Department Wang Jundong: Yes, it is indeed beautiful]

[Liao Yuqing from the Research Department: I'm following this and will check it out when I have time.]

Shi Yan frowned, didn't click on the link, set the group chat to do not disturb, and was about to exit WeChat when Chen Gang's private message came.

Secretary Chen Gang: Special Assistant, can you please vote for me? It would be even better if you could give some to my goddess. Her brother ran away a few times, and she's been in a bad mood lately. Could you please give her some money?

【Shi Yan:? 】

Secretary Chen Gang: I understand, I understand. Thank you for your help.

[Secretary Chen Gang: Transfer 50,000]

Shi Yan couldn't understand what kind of stupid behavior those people had who gave money to the anchor without any bottom line.

For example, this secretary named Chen Gang, not counting the year-end bonus and performance commission, has a monthly salary of less than 10,000 yuan. It's really worth it.

Having said that, since they were in the same camp after all, Shi Yan didn't want to break up with him.

He received the transfer and clicked on the link. He first voted for the eighth female anchor [Zhou Zhou], and then followed the voting instructions to enter the live broadcast room.

He hardly ever plays Note broadcasting, and the only reason he has a Note account is because Director Dong's grandson is in the entertainment industry, so he asked him to keep an eye on the young master.

Shi Yan had never topped up his red diamonds, and was about to click on the top-up page in the lower corner when his finger accidentally slid up and entered the live broadcast room of another female anchor.

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Xuening starts broadcasting.

She adjusted the broadcast device and was about to click to start broadcasting, but her whole body froze. Two seconds later, she suddenly threw the mouse out.

The mouse hit the door with a loud bang.

The roommate next door woke up from his sleep, rubbed his sleepy eyes and knocked on the door.

"Xue Ning? What did you break? Open the door and let me see. My mom will come to collect the rent in a couple of days. Don't leave any traces. You'll have to pay for it."

Zheng Xuening glanced at the broken full-length mirror behind the door and stammered, "No, I dropped my mouse. You should go back to bed."

Shi Ling responded from outside: "Well, be careful."

After the people outside left, Zheng Xue Ning's lips trembled and her face looked pale.

With a snap, she turned off the light and computer, and even considered logging out of her musical note account.