Chapter 13: The female devil is too arrogant, thinking she is a goddess? Rich sister...
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Brook: Are you Chinese?
Yoyolooping: You too!
Even through the screen, there was a sense of intimacy, like fellow countrymen meeting each other, with tears in their eyes.
They could obviously chat in hieroglyphs, but they kept chatting in English like blind men crossing a river.
Chen Che flipped back and replayed the chat history, feeling a sense of comical awkwardness.
The chat page is like a calligraphy master moving his brush on rice paper, the wet ink spreads out, and the reminiscences are spread out stroke by stroke.
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The two met on Facebook Market.
Chi Leyou posted a message in the Yo-Yo enthusiasts exchange area.
She had a yo-yo in her hand, the one used by the champion of the World Yo-Yo Championship, priced at $30.
As soon as the post was published, it was ridiculed by fellow yo-yo enthusiasts.
——Openly selling fakes!
Chi Leyou, who has sold many items in the Facebook trading area, doesn't understand how a yo-yo worth $30 could be a fake?
This gadget will be sold cheaper in the country.
If she wasn't short of money and had to deal with a lot of miscellaneous items when moving, she wouldn't be so embarrassed as to sell even a small gadget.
You're not a champion? How do you have a championship game ball? If it's not fake, what is it worth?
Chi Leyou explained: "I was walking his dog and he gave it to me. It's definitely not a fake."
This ball was originally priced at $170 and has long been discontinued. The championship ball is a dazzling silver one made specifically for the yo-yo maker. Don't be ridiculous. How could such a scarce ball possibly be on the used market?
Only one netizen named Brook sent her a DM message.
The other party was very straightforward and only asked about the condition of the ball. As for the authenticity of the ball, he never questioned it.
As a reliable seller, Chi Leyou recorded a video of him playing with the ball by spinning with both hands.
After watching the other party’s face-less show-off video, Brook said: The looping is well done, have you been practicing for a long time?
Yoyo: I studied for about two days.
Brook: Two days???
Yoyo: Patrick taught me.
Patrick has won the World Yo-Yo Championship for two consecutive years and is a well-known figure in the yo-yo world.
Chi Leyou asked Brook again: Is looping difficult?
Brook: Two-Hands Looping, also known as the 2A method, takes an average person at least 1 to 2 weeks to learn to do it with one hand, but you are doing it with both hands simultaneously, which is very smooth. You need to practice for at least 3 to 4 weeks.
His message was very long and full of professional terms. Chi Leyou read it carefully, but before he finished reading, another message came.
Brook: Really a newbie?
Yoyolooping: Newbie on the road!
The newbie Yoyo took looping under his wing with ease.
Since then, Yoyo has become a thing of the past, and the new Yoyolooping has become popular on the Internet.
Chi Leyou can be found in groups for international students to exchange items, groups for reselling second-hand items, and groups for recruiting overseas students...
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After chatting with netizens for a long time, they became compatriots after decoding.
Chi Leyou's fingertips stopped on the screen in time, and he turned his head to focus on his roommate who was drawing frantically: "Yezhen."
Park Ye-jin danced with the pressure-sensitive stylus, and a sound escaped from her nose: "Hmm?"
"Remember the yo-yo I broke?"
"I remember it," Park Ye-jin said, the impression so vivid. "It was a life-threatening shot."
At that time, she was sorting heavy professional books in front of the bookshelf, and Chi Leyou was packing yo-yos on the side.
The bookcase collapsed with a loud bang. At the critical moment, Chi Leyou desperately pulled Park Yezhen out, but the yo-yo in the packing box was unfortunately killed.
The joy of surviving the disaster was soon overwhelmed by panic.
The yo-yo bearing was broken, and she had already received a huge sum of $300 from Brook.
After the other party's payment arrived, Chi Leyou counted it back and forth several times. Why was there an extra zero after 30 dollars?
As for why the inflation amount is ten times.
Brook claimed that the ball was discontinued and was a championship ball, so he made a profit by paying $300.
Of course, you can't send a yo-yo with a broken bearing to someone else.
Chi Leyou immediately left a message to Brook, explaining the reason.
Unexpectedly, the news fell on deaf ears.
"Did Rich Brother forget?" Park Ye-jin analyzed, "For rich people, buying things is as easy as breathing. If you breathe too much, you'll probably get oxygen intoxication."
"No," Chi Leyou was extremely confident, "He loves yo-yos, how could he possibly forget?"
"That wouldn't be the same as Kobe."
"Crow's Mouth!"
"Going on an interstellar journey?" At that time, Park Ye-jin was creating a comic about the third kind of contact between aliens and humans on Earth, and everything looked like aliens to her.
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It was a month later when the mysterious rich alien contacted Chi Leyou.
Fu Ge explained that he sprained his foot while skiing and has been recuperating.
Chi Leyou explained that she was busy moving, and after trying to contact him without success, she also went to do her own thing.
The two of them explained back and forth, but the $300 was still in Chi Leyou's account.
Brother Fu, who didn’t get the yo-yo, said, just consider the money as a housewarming red envelope.
This matter has been on his mind like a fishbone. No matter how short of money Chi Leyou needs, he cannot take money from strangers for free.
Unexpectedly, Brother Fu said: Then let’s get familiar with each other and become acquaintances on the Internet.
The two of them do not reveal each other's lives, nor do they have the habit of posting photos. They just chat about whatever comes to mind.
Fu Ge had no intention of asking for the money back, but he couldn't resist Chi Leyou's eagerness to pay it back.
In a fit of rage, he agreed to take the money.
They agreed to meet at the basketball court of the university next door, but Chi Leyou was delayed by her employer who had to temporarily change her working hours, so she had to ask Park Ye-jin to help her deliver the money.
Park Ye-jin immediately called her fellow Koreans who were working hard to build muscle in the gym to go with her.
A group of Koreans marched to the neighboring university.
Half an hour later than the agreed time, Fu Ge went on the court to play. Among a group of tall female basketball players, Fu Ge was still the center of attention.
One look from a distance is stunning.
"The women's basketball team from the university next door is having training. It's such a shame you didn't go."
"She's so tall! Like a bamboo pole!"
“The three-point shot is so stable!”
"By the way, she's not a rich brother, she's a rich sister!"
"Huh?" Chi Leyou was left alone, his face in disarray. "Brook is a girl?!"
"Yeah." Park Ye-jin was confident. "That rich girl is wearing a baseball cap with a small bun sticking out from the back. Her skin is fair and her legs are very straight and long. She looks like a model! I know that half-Portuguese girl, she's 1.78 meters tall! That girl is so arrogant, she thinks she's a goddess! Rich girl, fuck her!"
Unexpectedly, her words came true. A few months later, the female devil became Park Ye-jin's biggest enemy in her life, and her good Chinese roommate Chi Leyou helped her vent her anger.
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It was the first time for Chi Leyou to chat in Chinese. He curled up his fingertips and the keyboard switched to Chinese pinyin.
I just went to great lengths to explain to others that "a gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way"; it was totally unnecessary.
Let’s get back to the starting point.
Yoyolooping answered Brook’s question: Maybe your friend thinks that thing is too expensive, so it’s not easy for him to ask you for it.
Brook: Not expensive, just a cheap gadget.
Yoyolooping: Then maybe your friends don’t like it?
Brook: No, she does.
These two rows of Chinese bubbles float in the chat box, which is awkward.
Brook: She's not my friend.
Yoyolooping: …
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The online chat ended with six points.
Chen Che turned off the phone screen.
Looking up at the computer interface, in the stopped game screen, the little man was hiding in the grass in the corner, squatting on the ground as if thinking.
On the desk, rows of yo-yos were displayed, with two gun-black yo-yos in the middle shaped like human eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Che glared back, "She's not my friend."
Before he could finish his words, he opened the dust cover and piled a bunch of badges on the base, which looked particularly conspicuous among the pile of yo-yos.
Next to the badge is a moon-white pearl cufflink.
Knock knock knock, one long knock and two short knocks on the door.
"Enter."
Uncle Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes occasionally glancing at the eldest young master.
Late at night, the young master, wrapped in his pajamas, stayed in the study room listlessly. If he didn't sleep, no one else could either.
"Have you found out?" Chen Che said calmly, "She's my mom's biggest fan?"
"Master, Miss Chi doesn't seem to be a fan."
Chi Leyou’s Instagram account is LeyouChi. He doesn’t follow any celebrities and only has two followers in the list.
One of them is an unknown artist who serializes comics on webtoon.
The second is an Asian girl who can box.
“How is that possible?” Shen Che raised his voice.
Then what does it mean that she appeared in the farewell procession?
Is Du Yuanshan so unpopular? Is she hiring scalpers to pretend to be fans?
His gaze turned to the pearl cufflinks.
A tomboy in overalls appeared in his mind, holding out her palms to him.
It's clearly an expression of presenting a treasure.
"Uncle Zheng, I went through so much trouble to finally find something you've lost for a long time. What does she mean?"
Uncle Zheng, who was temporarily appointed as a psychoanalyst, chewed over every word of the young master.
"…Maybe you don't want to disappoint the other person?"
"that's all?"
Seeing the young master's slightly stunned expression, Uncle Zheng retracted his wrong answer and tried another one: "This person takes the other person to heart."
"Oh?" The back, which perfectly matched the curve of the ergonomic chair, suddenly straightened.
Uncle Zheng seemed to see a light on above the young master's head, secretly pleased that he had found the right direction for the answer. He pressed on with his victory, "Well! If it were a friend—"
"Not a friend." The young master interrupted decisively.
“…Then the other party must have had that kind of intention.” Uncle Zheng suddenly had an idea.
Shen Che said nothing.
Uncle Zheng opened his chin slightly and made up something, and it turned out to be the correct answer?!
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Chen Che tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well.
In his dream, a turkey was chasing him with its wings flapping, poking his head with its beak.
He was angry and stretched out his chicken wings with his hands to the left and right.
"Tired of living? You're rushing to die before Thanksgiving? I don't mind roasting you."
There was no expected struggle.
The turkey's chest was cut open, feathers flew everywhere, and Shen Che's heart was pounding.
The next moment, the camera turned.
The turkey is no longer a turkey, it has become an oversized yo-yo with a tiny camera installed in the broken bearing part.
Click, click, click.
The yo-yo was swung in various arcs, and the camera was taken arrogantly.
Shen Che woke up from a nightmare.
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The classmate shook him for the third time: "Che, don't sleep anymore. The professor has checked on you several times."
Shen Che suddenly came to his senses.
Sure enough, the next second, my eyes met the professor's.
The professor was elderly, a typical German, with a hooked nose with reddish wings, like a proboscis monkey. "Is this the hypnosis class I took? Our great scholar always falls asleep."
Being scolded, Chen Che scratched his temples, glanced at the class content, and said calmly: "Do you need me to draw a storyboard sketch?"
Students from all over the world were in awe, especially those who took the interdisciplinary course of film and television production.
The professor's film and television production class was too professional and completely confusing for a newbie.
Chen Che stepped forward and started writing on the Storyboard Pro software with a special pen.
Draw a concise storyboard based on the text storyboard provided by the professor.
"Zombies are pouring into the carriage, let's take a small panoramic view." Simple drawings of zombies appeared on the projection, and along with Shen Che's explanation, the students seemed to see a scene where a large number of zombies occupied the city.
One simple drawing after another.
The professional explanation is like movie narration.
"The camera turns to the fitting mirror in the women's clothing store, and the medium shot is panned to the zombie in the mirror."
Students who had nothing to do with film majors gradually understood.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The professor led the applause, his eyes fixed with admiration: "Excellent! You are indeed my best student."
Chen Che glanced at the German old man oddly. He had taken two years of professional courses with the old man. Could he praise others? Not at all.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and everyone has no classes." The old man looked around the room indifferently.
"Yes, we finally have a break!" The students were in the classroom, but their hearts had already flown away.
The old man smiled and said, "I'm involved in the production of the TV series 'The Last Antibody'. We need a lot of extras tomorrow. I hope everyone can actively participate in the performance."
"Uh..." There were wailings one after another, and no one was willing to go.
The old man cleared his throat and added, "Extras are paid hourly wages, and the highest they can earn is $150 a day."
The wailing suddenly stopped, turned 180 degrees, and turned into an excited cry: "Great!
Except for Chen Che.
"The Last Antibody" was the storyboard he had just drawn.
This is a post-apocalyptic zombie drama.
We are recruiting a large number of zombie extras.
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