Rage (3)
[No, who taught you to call me wife right away? ]
Song Shu also realized it and quickly withdrew, his face flushed. He scratched his cheeks embarrassedly, "I'm used to calling you that. Sorry."
After all, he had never thought about having a chance to meet and chat with his wife before. He called her so many times that he naturally got used to it. Plus, he didn't think about it when typing, so he just called her.
But it was still awkward to send a message and then withdraw it, so Song Shu could only pray that Chen Yu didn't see his message.
"He probably didn't see it? I retracted it after I sent it out."
Song Shu was standing on the street. At 555's request, he wore a mask after get off work, so he didn't stand out so much. However, his fingers, which were tapped red by Song Chen under the traffic light, were somewhat conspicuous. Combined with his cold white skin, he looked like he was abused.
He was holding the phone, and at this moment Mr. Gu sent him another message, urging him to go to the Night Club.
Song Shu was in a fucked up mood at this moment. He kept asking for money. He was asked to pay even though he had no money. He looked richer than him because he was called Gu Shao. Can't you pay for it yourself? He was called to pay for every party. What a bunch of shameless freeloaders. If it weren't for them, he could have bought a lot of grain with the money.
Converting the twenty thousand from last night into his wife's grain, Song Shu felt regretful, as if he had lost several hundred million in one go.
He replied without any expression: [What are you urging me for?]
It is said that the rich are the masters, but here he is rich but acts like a grandson.
Gu Shao's chat box showed that he was typing, and after a while he replied: [No, I didn't urge you, I just worried that you would forget.]
Song Shu rolled his eyes, not intending to pay any more attention to Gu Shao, and switched back to the chat box with Shen Yu.
After he withdrew the message, the words being typed appeared in Shen Yu's chat bar.
There was only one word in Chen Yu's note: Chen. Song Shu was a little nervous. What would his wife say?
Because he was not sure about his wife's gender, Song Shu did not act rashly these two days.
Alice still left a heavy psychological trauma on him.
When talking about Ellis, Song Shu thought of the time he was kissed forcefully, the sticky, hot lips, the fingers tightly grasping the back of his neck...
Song Shu's fingers trembled and he almost couldn't hold the phone steadily.
Kissing a man is so terrifying that he would rather die than experience it again.
Song Shu let out a breath and stood obediently waiting for the traffic light. After a while, a tall man stood beside him.
…
Chen Yu saw Song Shu's message after he finished putting on his makeup. The coser's band performance was about to begin. The assistant came over to remind him once. He made a gesture to make it clear, picked up his phone and found that Song Shu had withdrawn the message again.
Chen Yu replied with a question mark, picked up another mobile phone, turned on the surveillance again, dragged the progress bar to that time in the morning, and saw a smooth and white back.
Song Shu was naked and his eyes looked a little sleepy. His gaze occasionally swept across the potted plant, but it was also unintentional, but it always gave people the illusion that they were looking at each other.
Chen Yu bit his lip nervously, thinking of Song Shu's always red mouth, and couldn't help staring at Song Shu's upper body.
…
Shen: [? ]
A question mark made Song Shu a little unsure of what to say.
The traffic light turned green, and Song Shu followed the crowd across the road, muttering, "My wife is so cold."
[I can't help it. You've already cheated on her, and you're still using the cold shoulder on her.]
Song Shu flipped through the chat history. Apart from the message he had just withdrawn, there were indeed no other chat records between him and Shen Yu.
Maybe we are in a cold war, so a question mark is normal.
Beware of the Chi Chi Balancing Principle: [It’s ok, I sent it to the wrong person]
555's naughty idea didn't work, and Gu Shao was secretly urging him. Song Shu's heart, which had been tortured by Song Chen for a whole day, was hurt again.
[If you ask Song Chen for it, just tell him you want to buy books for the postgraduate entrance examination.]
Song Shu: "Studying for the postgraduate entrance exam doesn't cost 10,000 or 20,000 yuan!"
It was obvious that he was lying, so Song Chen had to rush to his house and beat him up.
Song Shu was naturally afraid of people with the identity of "brother", and Song Chen looked so fierce that he could kill ten otakus with one punch.
555 continued to give bad advice: [Open your list and see who chats with you the most and borrow some money from them.]
Song Shu began to flip through the pages.
Song Shu really had no choice. Not only did he have to support these freeloaders, but he also had to pay the protagonist a living allowance!
Think about it again, the protagonist not only steals his wife, but he also has to give the protagonist money.
“…”
Song Shu touched his head and felt that it might be feasible to dye his hair green.
What a tall, rich and handsome guy, he is just a top-notch sucker.
Song Shu flipped through the pages and finally found the person who chatted with him the most besides Gu Shao. He opened the other person's chat box and saw a stream of transfers, all from the other person, which made Song Shu's eyes widen.
"Fuck, what the hell, did you find the creditor?"
Song Shu clicked on the transfer record and found that over the past eight months, the other party had transferred nearly hundreds of thousands of yuan to him in bits and pieces!
Song Shu gasped, and was still standing in the middle of the zebra crossing because he was so shocked. The man who had just stopped beside him pushed him a little, and then he realized that the light was about to turn red, and he quickly ran over.
555: …
Why does this guy look so familiar? Isn’t he the guy on the subway this morning?
Could he really be a stalker? 555 was suspicious, but the subway guy quickly walked in another direction, and it seemed that stopping here was just a coincidence.
Song Shu was really about to faint. How could this guy be tall, rich and handsome? He was just a gigolo! !
"555, explain it to me clearly!"
555 confidently said: [In the game, you are tall, rich and handsome, but it doesn’t say where you got your money! ]
"...Very good, I will settle accounts with you later."
Song Shu was overwhelmed by the huge debt he had inexplicably carried. It seemed that Song Chen had been cutting off his living expenses for a long time, and it was not just a day or two that he went out to party with that group of freeloaders.
Who is the one who gave him the money?
There was no note in Fetion, the other party was still using the original avatar, and the name was also a string of garbled characters.
Song Shu flipped through it again and found that this netizen with random code would send him money every month, and the amount was fixed at 20,000 yuan.
This is not a stranger, this is his living expenses provider.
Song Shu kept flipping through the pages until he reached the top, which was when he and this random-coded netizen first met. He then realized a cruel fact—it seemed like he was in an online relationship with this random-coded netizen! !
“……!!”
“555!!!”
…
[You are a scumbag, and it is reasonable for you to be a gigolo online. 】
This matter still stepped on the moral bottom line of the otaku. Song Shu was devastated and sat next to the green belt thinking about life.
555's tone was unexpectedly helpless, but also gentle, as if coaxing Song Shu: [In fact, as long as you treat all worlds as missions, you will have to leave them in the end anyway, right? ]
[Life is very important. Don’t you want to be resurrected to watch the unfinished anime? And what about the figurines on the shelf that are covered in dust? ... After completing the task, you can be resurrected, get a healthy body, and do the unfinished things. Isn’t that good? ]
Song Shu looked down and cried: "You are pua me."
555 continued to pua sincerely: [No, why don’t you just do your mission well and treat them as NPCs. ]
Song Shu's eyes were slightly red, and he was actually holding back a lot of anger, because all this was really inexplicable. From the moment Alice was a man, every step he took seemed like a sucker.
There is no other way now. Not to mention Chen Yu’s gender, he still owes hundreds of thousands of yuan to the netizens who posted random messages. Now he has to treat it as a game.
If he takes it too seriously, he will never be able to pay back the hundreds of thousands.
Song Shu is very self-aware. In order to make so much money in a short period of time, he can only act coquettishly and roll around in front of Song Chen. Then Song Chen can't stand it anymore and punches him to death.
555: [I already have so much money, how many more tens of thousands can I borrow? ]
Song Shu thought it made sense. He silently told himself that this was just a game. He opened Fetion and tried to write again and again, but he just couldn't finish typing the words "borrow money". He wanted to put on a mask of pain and crawl around in the sewer.
"Ahhh I can't do it, 555 you come and hit me and I can't type those words!"
555 sighed and had to temporarily control Song Shu's phone.
Beware of the Chirp Balancing Principle: [Wife, do you have money? Can you lend me some?]
Song Shu kept her eyes closed throughout the whole process: "Have you finished sending it? I opened my eyes after you did."
ctrl+c 555 said shamelessly: [I have sent it. I have sent it. 】
Song Shu opened his eyes, and was struck by lightning. He wanted to strangle 555 to death, "...Fuck you, can't you think of something else? And you sent what I sent!"
Song Shu wanted to withdraw, but two minutes had passed and he felt that he had been tricked by 555.
555: [Oops.]
Song Shu's words had a very good effect, and the opponent immediately gave him 50,000 points.
asdfg: [Honey, is that enough?]
Song Shu was shocked by this, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly: "...He, he'd better be a girl."
Song Shu typed with difficulty, relying on his remaining conscience: [That’s enough. I will definitely return it to you later.]
asdfg: [Why are you being polite to my husband^^? I love my husband the most]
Song Shu's eyes went dark.
If he paid back the hundreds of thousands of dollars above, he felt that it would not be difficult to pass the postgraduate entrance examination.
…
"Chen Yu, the performance is about to begin."
The girl knocked on the door of the lounge to remind him, and Shen Yu finished typing the following paragraph and laughed again.
asdfg: [Honey, I have something to talk about next time^^]
…
Song Shu dragged his heavy feet to the club, feeling that his life was confusing and dark, and only the postgraduate entrance examination was the guiding light (not).
When Gu Shao and his group saw him, their eyes lit up. Song Shu was angry. How could they not be bright? The sucker who was going to pay the bill was here.
Song Shu chose a seat that wasn't crowded and sat down. Gu Shao immediately came over.
"How about playing something else today?"
Song Shu pretended to pick up the menu casually, saw the prices on it, and sat back expressionlessly, "No, I'll drink Coke, you guys just play."
Go ahead and play, just play, and play in silence.
Thinking about the two thousand yuan in his balance and the hundreds of thousands of yuan he owed his online dating partner, Song Shu felt heartbroken.
Song Shu had a blank expression and was very indifferent. Gu Shao was very disappointed, but Song Shu had always been like this, so he didn't think there was anything to be disappointed about.
Gu Shao's eyes reluctantly moved away from Song Shu, but he was unwilling to move his butt away, so he obediently accompanied Song Shu to drink juice and cola.
Most of the people present today came for Song Shu. Song Shu was not in the mood and only ate the fruit plate and drank Coke. They did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary, so the party ended uneventfully.
When it was time to pay, Song Shu slipped away again, looking at the bill and complaining, "I spent another twenty thousand. My money can only support me fooling around for two more days."
555 Comfort: [When you reach the mountain, there will always be a way. ]
The next day, Song Shu went to work again. This time, he stayed up late not to watch anime, but to read the postgraduate entrance examination books.
Song Shu never thought that apart from the college entrance examination, he would be so hardworking. It's true that a penny can make a hero fall.
Song Shu yawned and barely managed not to fall asleep again in Song Chen's office.
Although he studied in Song Chen's office, Song Chen provided food and accommodation. Song Shu ate with Song Chen in the large office on the top floor, and the food was quite good.
In this way, apart from fooling around at night, Song Shu has no other place to spend money.
In order to save money, Song Shu was very restrained when fooling around, keeping a tight rein on the bills, and at the same time trying to get those freeloaders to spend less.
Two days passed like this, and with the 20,000 pocket money that Song Chen rewarded him, Song Shu's small treasury was barely sufficient, but he still couldn't stand spending money like water in just one or two days.
He looked at everyone in the box and slowly sat up straight, trying to make his words sound credible.
"What's the point of drinking alcohol? Drinking alcohol is harmful to the body. Isn't it better to drink juice? Juice supplements vitamins and maintains health."
Song Shu showed very little expression when she was partying with them these days. Even if they all looked at her, whether their eyes were flattering, admiring, or disgusted, Song Shu didn't care at all. She was even too lazy to respond. She just sat there, drinking Coke calmly.
It makes people feel itchy and irritable. Drink, drink, drink! Is Coke really that good? I drink two cans in one night. Sometimes I just can't bear to spend the money for one more can of Coke. I hold the remaining can and sip it reluctantly.
Now Song Shu has some expression, isn't it surprising?
After a few days of drinking tea and chatting in the private room, they almost forgot the lewd and luxurious time they had in the room.
The lights in the private room changed from colorful to bright white lights, and Song Shu happened to be in such a position.
Sitting there, although not the focus of the whole audience, no matter from which angle you look at it, you can clearly see Song Shu's face.
He has obedient yellow hair, fair skin, and occasionally trembling eyelashes. His expressionless face can make people want to pay attention to him.
Letting Song Shu sit there was an unspoken understanding between them.
When Song Shu spoke, almost everyone looked over. This made Song Shu timid for a moment, but thinking about tonight's bill, Song Shu gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't take care of your health at such a young age, what will you do in the future?"
He looked around and randomly picked up a few people to verify: "Look, you have such dark circles under your eyes, you must be staying up late often. And you, your face is so yellow, do you have a bad liver..."
Song Shu racked his brains and didn't notice that several of the thugs he randomly named blushed, and some were flattered by his name.
Song Shu gave a long list of preludes, and finally concluded earnestly: "So, to maintain your health, drink less alcohol."
Everyone below nodded like chicks pecking at rice. Song Shu was satisfied, thinking they had all listened to her. But when the party was over, she looked at the bill: 30,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan more than usual.
Song Shu: "……!! What the hell!"
Song Shu's heart was bleeding. Okay, okay, I'll put you in my pocket and you'll kick me into the ditch.
Song Shu paid with tears in his eyes, spending all the 20,000 yuan that Song Chen rewarded him with today.
Song Shu didn't know that when he was speaking, those people were staring at his face and could not hear what he said. After he finished speaking, he sat down and continued to drink Coke. Those people could only look at him, but they could not eat. Isn't it just drowning their sorrows in alcohol?
Song Shu had never expected this. He felt that he was just pretending to be rich, and his steps on the subway home were empty.
Coincidentally, the subway guy who had been observed by 555 was also on the same subway as Song Shu. Not just today, the subway guy had blocked several subway pervert plots for Song Shu.
There were few people on the subway at night. Song Shu looked listless and didn't even wear a mask. Several men who wanted to come over and chat with her were silently blocked by the subway driver.
When the train arrived at the station, Song Shu got off the subway and returned to the apartment like a wandering soul. He made pancakes on the sofa and stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
No, we can't continue to be sun-dwellers like this.
Song Shu turned around and decided to go back to his old job and start taking on manuscripts to make money again.
Whether it is living off others or studying for postgraduate entrance exams, it is better to rely on yourself than on others.
Song Shu clenched his fist and quickly registered an account on Weibo. After a brief browse, he barely understood the online CP ecosystem, picked out a few anime he had watched, and started drawing fan art.
Q-version fan art is easy to draw. After Song Shu produced one or two in the super topic, it quickly gained a certain amount of views because of its cute style and adorable interactions.
Looking at the fairy ladies lined up below, Song Shu nodded with satisfaction.
Knowing that making money cannot be rushed, he posted a few pictures, wrote the homepage introduction, then dropped his phone and went to take a shower.
After coming back, Song Shu received a private message from a cosplayer.
Gu Yu: It’s Xinxin’s teacher!
Gu Yu: Teacher, your paintings are so cute. Can I cosplay your paintings?
Song Shu clicked on it and saw that the number of likes on the Q version post he posted had soared to 5k.
Song Shu is also an old 2D fan, but he doesn’t know much about the current cosplay circle in the gaming world. He clicked into Gu Yu’s homepage, and the first thing he saw was the queen protagonist in the anime he was currently watching.
She is dressed very tightly, but very seductive.
Looking at the number of likes, reposts and comments, it is 2-5 times his.
——Gu Yu is a great figure in the C circle.
Song Shu exited and replied: Sure, ma'am^^
After replying, Song Shu was horrified and said, "Fuck, why the hell can I use it^^? Fuck, I'm infected!"
Song Shu wanted to withdraw, but the other party responded very quickly.
Gu Yu: Okay^^, thank you teacher
Song Shu: …
So many people use this expression?
Song Shu was still slumped in the living room, with an unfinished fan art next to him. He planned to slack off and draw some more tomorrow.
He was so paralyzed that he didn't notice the red light flashing in the potted plant at all.
It has been almost a week since he came here, but Song Shu has not noticed that he is being monitored.
…
Chen Yu exited Weibo and stared at the message Song Shu replied to. He felt his breathing quicken.
I took out another phone and turned on the surveillance video. I could vaguely see the person sleeping on the sofa.
Song Shu was sleeping in a very relaxed position, with her clothes pulled up a little, revealing her slender, fair waist.
He will be able to go back in a week.
Chen Yu nonchalantly fiddled with the thing in his hand. It was an object that Song Shu would definitely not be able to call out the word magic when he saw it.
After a while, he seemed to lose interest and stared at Song Shu in the video.
There is still one week left, and the comic convention will be held tomorrow. If he sends the pictures back to Song Shu, will Song Shu like them?
He always greedily wanted Song Shu to like him more.
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