Chapter 9 I'm not a duck.
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As expected, the news fell on deaf ears.
What is he doing?
Chen Che raised his finger and tapped Yoyolooping's avatar twice.
The silver-gray yo-yo on the avatar remained motionless.
Yoyolooping’s previous message: The corpse of the glasses was buried with great ceremony.
Chen Che's fingertips left afterimages on the screen, and he posted several English comments.
——Did you buy new glasses?
——Is my degree higher?
——This optical shop is good, located in...
Chen Che long-pressed the comment and deleted it.
Considering the other party's financial situation, how could he push the expensive eyewear store that Du Yuanshan had been to to the other party?
Delete, delete them all.
He is a grown man, but he nags like a mother in the comment section of other people's Instagram. It's really disgusting.
What's more, he and Yoyolooping only met once, not even as friends, but just as online friends who could chat with each other.
Even if we are separated by the internet, we cannot blur the social distance between each other. What if others are disgusted?
Yoyolooping is actually a fan of my mom? This surprised and delighted Shen Che.
Should we arrange a close-up idol meeting for him?
I saw my son looking thoughtfully at his phone.
"Are you in love?" The old mother smiled.
Chen Che's face turned green: "Nonsense."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your face has changed." Half of the false eyelashes had come unglued and fallen off. Du Yuanshan slapped the mirror into her son's hand and said, "Hold my magic mirror."
Seeing that her left eye was slightly red, Shen Che hurriedly took the mirror and put the phone aside.
Du Yuanshan glanced at the screen and said, "Oh my god, my precious son is secretly watching my fan videos?"
Shen Che corrected: "He is my friend."
His mother squinted her eyes and looked at him.
The son is hers. Apart from those few bastard childhood friends, does this bastard have any other friends?
"You still say you're not in love?"
Du Yuanshan glanced at the caption under the video again and said, "Are you Chinese? My mother knows this English sentence: 'A huge crowd of people.'"
It has the same effect as the English version of her song "Work hard and make progress every day".
She looked out again and saw her son asking in the comment section: Are you stan Aria?
Unable to understand the heavenly book, she pointed at Aria and, relying on her elementary school English, asked, "Who is this? Avril Lavigne, the one who sings rock music?"
"Ms. Du, if I remember correctly, this is the English name your agent gave you." Shen Che smiled.
"Ahem..." Two fine lines appeared on the celebrity's delicate face, which had been meticulously maintained for eight figures. Du Yuanshan changed the subject simply and rudely, "So who is she?"
Chen Che: “Netizens.”
"Are you in an online relationship?"
"I told you, no."
Du Yuanshan: "Isn't this a pig-killing scheme?"
Chen Che's face fell: "Ms. Du Ziteng, he is a man."
Teng——
She stood up, and all the bottles and jars on her legs fell to the ground.
Actress Du, who always cares about her image, said: "You like men?!"
The false eyelashes on her left eye drooped like a half-drawn curtain. Her emotions continued to surge, stiffening her neck, and her face turned red and white. The dignified movie queen had never lost her composure like this before.
Shen Che wanted to wear it back and slap himself, but he said it superfluously.
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The setting sun shines through the glass of the corridor bridge between the twin buildings, casting piano-key-shaped shadows on the ground. A light rail train pulls into the station in the distance, a scene straight out of an anime.
——Did you buy new glasses?
——Is my degree higher?
--address.
Netizen Brook sent three messages.
It’s her fault that she has been busy with work recently and hasn’t maintained the sisterhood - Brook, whose online name comes with the sound of fountains, is her spiritual sister on the Internet.
Yoyolooping: I haven’t bought it yet, mainly because I don’t have time.
She had just paid the tuition for the next semester and was so poor that she could only exchange her time for wages.
The message disappeared two seconds after it was sent.
Brook deleted several comments.
What's wrong with her?
Chi Leyou tilted his head and caught his friend's eye: "Do you still remember Brook?"
Friend: "Yeah, that bamboo pole from the women's basketball team?" That impression was so deep.
"Hey." Chi Leyou flicked his friend's forehead with his index finger, causing him to scream exaggeratedly. "It's not her fault that she's tall. If you really want to trace it back, you can only blame her mother for choosing her father."
The friend’s mind conjured up a scene of a telephone pole next to a street light.
Whoosh—the picture flashed, and the furry tip of a bamboo shoot appeared between two thin and long poles. After a spring rain, the tender bamboo shoot grew at twice the speed and grew into a bamboo pole that reached straight into the sky.
"I was rehearsing for the Harry Potter play and I wanted to invite her to watch it, but she went skiing in Banff with her friends."
"That's because she's been moving around too much. Why do you feel guilty?" The friend clenched his palms and gave her a "Give Me Back My Beauty" punch.
The two girls moved slowly along the street.
The setting sun seeps into this place which is not my hometown.
The long light rail line cuts the exotic streetscape in half, with buildings standing on both sides, like a Lego streetscape model.
Chi Leyou pressed the pedestrian crossing button, and the traffic light across the street changed from a red palm to a green man. The man jumped into her mind from the traffic light and walked one, two, one, two.
What should I do if I'm color blind while crossing the street? Can I still see the traffic lights? She suddenly thought of the big turkey who worked with her.
He just answered the phone, and the voice on the receiver was clearly the sweet voice of a rich woman.
He left without being able to say goodbye properly.
His job is more difficult than hers. He has to show up as soon as his sponsor calls him.
"It's my fault too." Chi Leyou dispelled his scattered thoughts, and his green brain vanished with a pop. "I was afraid that my appearance would scare Brook. She's a girl too. I hesitated for a moment, and she misunderstood."
——Yoyolooping: I didn’t act well.
Brook: I'm not a professional actor, but it's great to be able to perform on stage. When are you performing? Can I come and see you?
——Yoyolooping: But I look ugly.
——Brook: No one can be uglier than Voldemort.
When they talked about this before, Chi Leyou hesitated. Voldemort was really ugly.
"Your school is also sick." A friend complained fiercely, "A soft girl plays Voldemort, and a black person plays Hermione."
Chi Leyou nodded good-naturedly: "My face has been allergic for a month, and it's swollen like a pig's head."
"So Zhugan asked you out in person, and you turned her down. Zhugan got angry, and the two of you were instantly frozen in your heated conversation."
After some analysis, the friend suddenly realized: "Oh, so you registered another account later? You used Yoyolooping for so many years, and suddenly you switched to LeyouChi. So you and Zhugan are having a fight?"
There was a dud stuck in Chi Leyou's throat.
Friend: "She's a pretty good basketball player. The women's basketball team from the university next door is practicing, and she looks so handsome playing with a bamboo pole! If I were a man, I would pursue her."
"abnormal."
"The gender distinction is too rigid, Youyou!"
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Shen Che took off his suit and changed into cotton home clothes after taking a shower.
Du Yuanshan, who is addicted to shopping, even spared no effort in buying his pajamas. The pajamas she bought were too flashy. He wore them once yesterday and they were already put into cold storage.
Du Yuanshan rescued the crimson nightgown from the trash can: "Why did you throw it away? Mom bought you seven colors of the same style."
"Bring it back home for Dad to wear." Chen Che's voice was cold. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Let Dad wear it for you to cosplay as the Seven Calabash Brothers."
"You're so disrespectful," Du Yuanshan scolded softly. "My son is tall and handsome, and he looks so stylish in a robe like this!"
Shen Che rolled his eyes: “I’m not a duck.”
"Who said you are a duck?!" This word is really harsh.
"Those paparazzi." Chen Che flipped through his phone's photo album. The trending search had long been removed, but he had screenshots as evidence. "Do you want me to read it to you?"
"Alluring curves, thriving muscles, a certain A-list actress's hidden treasure—"
"Stop!" Du Yuanshan put her hands into her ears and refused to listen.
At this moment, he thought of the netizen Yoyolooping whom he failed to meet in person.
There is a sense of relief that I am fortunate not to have lost face.
If people see a paparazzi taking photos secretly and mistakenly think that his job is to work in a nightclub, the friendship will definitely be overturned.
A silver-gray yo-yo popped out of the phone.
A netizen who had been silent for a month finally turned over his name.
——Yyolooping: Who's Aria?
It turned out that she didn't know who Du Yuanshan was.
That's right, Shen Che thought about it, many foreigners don't know Chinese actors, and Film Queen Du still has a long way to go internationally.
Chen Che asked carefully: "Then what were you doing near Pacific Mall? Just passing by?"
While waiting for news from the other party.
He teleported from the sofa to the backyard swimming pool, then walked around the pool and to the fountain in the middle of the lawn.
Du Yuanshan, who was applying an eye mask, opened one eye with her fingertips and looked over: "If this isn't a Tan, then what is it? Could it really be a man..."
A gardener is testing the circulating water system.
Bang—water splashes out from the naked angel statue in the center of the fountain, and the setting sun deliberately creates a mini rainbow above the water column.
——Yyolooping: Go cheep cheep~①
A grown man imitating the crowing of a chicken? Chen Che didn't understand, but he respected it.
The conversation has finally heated up again, and we can't let stupid questions cool it down.
He asked a compromising question: Was it fun?
——Yoyolooping: I’m exhausted.
Chen Che's fingers tapped and swiped across the screen, like a clumsy child scribbling on the picture.
The other party's latest news got ahead of him, this time it was a GIF.
The grayish-white ghost face and the nose collapsed into two black holes are very different from Voldemort in the movie. It looks like the work of a liberal arts student with poor grades who hastily switched to an art student.
——Yoyolooping: Is it ugly?
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly realized: Is this you?
It turns out that he was acting in a stage play, playing the big villain in the magical world.
Shen Che zoomed in and carefully examined the photo of "him", trying to discover a little bit of "his" true appearance from the big devil.
——Brook: It's hideously ugly, but that's Voldemort and the makeup artist's fault, not yours.
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Chi Leyou moved to the dormitory and smiled comfortably when he said "It has nothing to do with you".
In fact, she was not afraid of Voldemort, but after putting on makeup, she was scared speechless by the ghost image in the mirror.
The strong contrast of the stage play was widely circulated in the school.
The black-haired Asian girl did not play Zhang Qiu, but played Voldemort. This dramatic reversal made Chi Leyou quickly popular in school.
A senior student passed by whistling: "You know who~"②
This is not the only problem.
Chi Leyou didn't invite Brook to watch the stage play right away, and thus missed the best opportunity for them to date in person.
Later, her face became allergic over a large area, and she had to run back and forth to the dermatology department and the pharmacy.
The skin problem caused Chi Leyou to lose two high-paying jobs.
The pressure of life suddenly increased.
Fortunately, I have the support of my friends and the comfort of Brook.
——Yoyolooping: I earned a small sum of money working today, I’m happy.
——Brook: I’m working today too.
Chi Leyou pursed her lips: "So she also works part-time?"
The mysterious netizen who I had only met half of the time finally felt like a "living person".
At the same time, Shen Che crashed into the two-meter bed, and the mattress slowly rebounded, gently supporting his aching muscles.
The first time I worked in my life, my muscles started to go on strike.
——Yoyolooping: You actually work part-time, I never heard you mention that.
——Brook: It’s my first time playing, so I’m not very skilled.
Yoyolooping: You've come to the right person! I'm the ultimate part-time job expert! Not only do I have the latest industry trends and tons of hot jobs, I also have tons of part-time job tips!
Those thin, small-denomination bills were pressed under the bedside smart clock.
Chen Che raised the corner of his mouth, happy that he and the other party were finally connected correctly.
As a "newcomer in the workplace", Shen Che "humbly" asked: "Teacher Y, please teach me some working skills."
Yoyolooping: The man I worked with today was actually wearing a suit. It's the first time I've seen someone wearing sneakers to work. Isn't he tired? My eyes are tired for him. A qualified worker needs comfortable work clothes.
Chen Che's gaze slid to the laundry basket, which contained a wrinkled handmade suit.
He looked away, feeling inexplicably guilty...?
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