Chapter 39. On her screen, a greyhound was flipping through...
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
At the end of September, as autumn approached and the weather gradually cooled down, S City, located near the Qinling-Huaihe line, the dividing line between north and south, still retained the summer heat.
Jiang Shan found it too cold to turn on the air conditioner at night, so he simply turned on the fan in his rented room and let it oscillate.
Who knew that in the middle of the night, I would be woken up by a faint pain in my temples.
Tsk, I shouldn't have let the fan blow directly at my feet.
She lay flat on the bed and endured the headache for a while, but instead of getting better, it became more and more intense. Helpless, Jiang Shan pulled out the earplugs from her ears, struggled to get out of bed, and turned off the swaying fan.
She thought that letting the fan whirl around without blowing directly on her head would stop her headache, but she was surprised to find that even with the fan blowing directly on her body wrapped in a blanket, she still got a headache.
It's probably because of her period; she always gets migraines during her period.
This time it was delayed by almost ten days again, so it's normal to feel a little uncomfortable.
As soon as the fan was turned off, the room became stuffy again. Jiang Shan was worried about catching a cold and wanted to wrap herself back in the blanket, but as soon as the blanket was pulled up to her shoulders, she started to sweat a little from the stuffiness.
After tugging at the blanket for half a minute, Jiang Shan sneezed twice from the alternating hot and cold temperatures.
Finally, she carefully covered only her lower abdomen.
But when Jiang Shan covered himself with the blanket, put the earplugs back in, and completed the series of actions, he found that his drowsiness was like a saltwater lake under the blazing sun. Being woken up in the middle of the night, the subsequent actions evaporated without a trace.
I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep...
Jiang Shan opened his eyes for the nth time, reached for his phone on the bedside table, checked the time, and finally couldn't take it anymore. He opened a mysterious live streaming app.
It's already six o'clock, and her alarm was set for eight-thirty. Even if she tries to sleep now, she won't be able to sleep for long.
Let's look at some men instead.
I've heard that looking at handsome men can boost estrogen levels and make you healthier.
She used to strictly follow this rule, but ever since Zhu Meng moved into the rented apartment, she made a tough decision to give up all the muscular and cute guys for the sake of that unfounded reputation of being a good girl. She only occasionally clicked on the pictures when she saw them on Xiao Lvshu's homepage.
Now that Zhu Meng is gone, she can finally see some good stuff.
A smile involuntarily crept onto Jiang Shan's lips. He first went to the bathroom to empty his bladder, then hummed a lighthearted tune as he prepared a small glass of warm water for himself.
At this time, you might still be able to catch the tail end of the midnight showing; any later and there won't be any left.
Although she needs to make some preparations, she also needs to hurry.
After quickly adjusting his physical condition, Jiang Shan opened the drawer next to the bedside table with a "whoosh" and looked for the big treasure he had bought a month ago.
It lay there quietly under the bedside lamp.
Just as Jiang Shan was about to pick it up, he felt something was off.
Did she leave this here before?
As I recall, the location seemed to be a little higher up.
Did she accidentally knock it over when she wasn't paying attention?
Was it damaged?
When Jiangshan received the product, he followed the instructions and operated it a few times to confirm that it was working properly. He even fully charged it.
She turned on the power from memory and smiled with satisfaction.
Yes, it still works.
Jiang Shan opened the live streaming app, and the platform happened to recommend a male streamer she had previously tipped.
However, the title seems to refer to some kind of practical experience.
This kind of social practice requires two hands to clap, and two pieces of wood are needed to make a forest. To put it into practice, you have to bring in another person.
Jiang Shan was puzzled, but upon clicking, he was greatly shocked.
Wow, this is interesting.
The brain was stimulated, and a faint pain lingered, like black lines drawn over and over with a pencil, becoming clearer and clearer. But Jiang Shan had no time to pay attention to it. He opened his eyes wide in the dim light of the bedside lamp and plunged into the ocean of knowledge.
Even at this hour, there are still people like Jiang Shan, persistently studying in the live stream.
Neither of them were stingy; they readily showered the two people in the live stream with gifts worth several four figures, leaving them dizzy and making them teach even more diligently.
Jiang Shan seemed excited at first, but her attention wasn't very focused. She even took a break to yawn because the lesson was too basic; she already knew it.
It wasn't until the knowledge points expanded that her eyes lit up, and she threw herself into the battle with knowledge with the utmost enthusiasm.
She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice when the sun rose and sunlight streamed in from near the window, let alone the two soft "clattering" sounds of the security door opening and closing outside.
Zhu Meng originally intended to knock on the door twice, hoping to surprise Jiang Shan by having him open it for him.
But he glanced at his watch. It was only 7 a.m. and it was Sunday. Their company had a two-day weekend, so Jiang Shan didn't have to work today. She was probably still sleeping.
She has poor blood and qi, so she needs to sleep for a long time.
If you're interrupted halfway through, it's hard to fall back asleep.
He decided not to disturb Jiangshan and instead prepared breakfast, or rather, brunch, so that Jiangshan could eat as soon as he woke up and wouldn't go hungry.
Zhu Meng quietly changed into her slippers and prepared breakfast with minimal noise.
He originally intended to make steamed buns for Jiangshan, but the dough needed time to ferment, and the meat grinder used to prepare the filling was too noisy. After thinking it over, he decided to cook a pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and serve it with a sandwich.
A sandwich is simply two slices of bread that are usually kept in the refrigerator, with an egg, vegetables and meat sandwiched inside.
The process wasn't particularly difficult, but the moment Zhu Meng cracked the egg into the pan, she suddenly remembered the heart-shaped fried egg she had seen on Xiaolvshu before.
The post's title was still "Make this dish so your girlfriend will be thrilled!"
He initially dismissed it as clickbait and casually followed the tutorial, never expecting it would actually come in handy now.
Fresh eggs sizzled in the pan with peanut oil, releasing a rich aroma. Zhu Meng was so busy that he realized he hadn't put on his apron yet. Unfortunately, frying eggs is a skill that requires a lot of attention and cannot tolerate even a moment's distraction.
He paid no attention to his white shirt, his eyes fixed on the fried egg in the pan. He turned off the heat at the perfect moment, flipped the egg over with a spatula, and scooped it out with satisfaction after confirming it was perfectly cooked.
Although boiled eggs retain more of the egg's nutrients, fried eggs are easier to absorb, and Jiang Shan prefers them... Would she prefer this shape of fried egg?
Zhu Meng had no idea how long he had been smiling at the fried egg.
Only when a bird suddenly chirped outside the window did he blush and stuff the fried egg into a slice of bread, add some vegetable leaves and chicken cutlet, and move the packaged sandwich into the microwave to keep it warm.
After a flurry of activity, the clock in the living room struck 7:55.
Thinking that Jiang Shan would probably not get up for a while, and that there was no point in him standing there dumbly in the kitchen, Zhu Meng washed the pot, grabbed the coat that had been hanging by the door when he came in, covered his stomach with it, and slumped onto the sofa in the living room.
Let's just lie here. If we go back upstairs to rest, Jiangshan won't see him as soon as he opens the door.
Zhu Meng set her alarm for two hours and fell into a good sleep. Just as she was about to hug Jiang Shan's shoulder in her dream, her phone, which was lying on the sofa, went off at the exact time and started beeping in dissatisfaction.
Afraid that the sound of the alarm clock would disturb Jiang Shan in the bedroom, Zhu Meng immediately opened her eyes and turned it off.
But the bedroom door remained tightly closed.
Strange, it's already 10 o'clock, why isn't Jiangshan up yet?
She has kidney deficiency, and usually around nine o'clock in the morning, she will leave her bedroom to go to the toilet at least once.
"country?"
Zhu Meng knocked on the door three times, but there was no response from inside.
Is Jiang Shan awake but doesn't want to come out? Or is he simply still in bed?
Zhu Meng frowned, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Eating breakfast too late is bad for your stomach. Jiangshan wanted to stay in bed and didn't want to come out to eat, so he brought it in for her.
As for food scraps and such, if they fall on the bed or the bedroom floor, he'll just clean them up again... Speaking of which, he's cleaned almost every corner of the rented apartment, except for Jiang Shan's room, which he hasn't thoroughly cleaned and should definitely be cleaned.
Zhu Meng turned on the microwave and heated up the sandwich she had made two hours earlier. She also warmed up a bottle of milk for Jiang Shan and poured it into a glass with a rather ceremonial touch.
I read online that a sense of ritual can really touch a girl's heart. I don't know if it's true, but I'll give it a try.
Zhu Meng called out to Jiang Shan five more times at the door, asking, "Am I coming in?" as he opened the bedroom door. He was carrying milk in his left hand and a plate of sandwiches in his right, and he walked into the bedroom with small steps.
To my surprise, Jiang Shan was lying in bed, but her phone screen was lit up, so she was obviously awake.
The phone screen is moving; is she watching a video?
Why don't you open the curtains a little bit before looking at your phone? Using this dim little desk lamp to look at your phone, won't your eyes get sore?
Zhu Meng frowned, stepped forward to put the sandwich and milk on the bedside table, and opened the curtains for Jiang Shan, but accidentally saw that Jiang Shan had something vibrating in his hand.
Yes, he had seen this thing before.
A sour taste rose in his mouth, and Zhu Meng swallowed hard, unwilling to believe what he was seeing.
This thing was actually bought by Jiang Shan himself.
She seems to know how to use it quite well.
But it seems she didn't intend to use it for herself.
Who could it be for?
Zhu Meng's heart was pounding, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he hadn't done any warm-up exercises and had just woken up in the morning before his eyes were fully open, when he was dragged into a sea of people and thin air and made to run three kilometers.
"……country?"
The scene was so overwhelming that Zhu Meng didn't know what to say, and the first thing he uttered was the name of Jiang Shan.
But those two words were like a clay ox sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace and receiving no response from Jiangshan.
Zhu Meng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
Why didn't Jiang Shan speak? He just wanted to hear Jiang Shan speak, even if it was just a single word.
However, the land is immersed in a wonderful world.
Her eyes and the phone screen were like the north and south poles of a magnet, tightly drawn together, inseparable.
Zhu Meng felt a strange sense of urgency. He called out to Jiang Shan twice more, but there was still no response. His heart, which had been in his throat, sank deep into his dantian.
A strange emotion welled up inside him, and after careful consideration, he realized that the word was "wronged".
Good heavens, he can actually feel wronged?
Zhu Meng shook his head gently, and bitterly mocked himself.
It's really strange of him; why is he so obsessed with getting a response from Jiangshan?
As the old saying goes, "Seeing is believing," and he had already seen the truth with his own eyes, and his quick mind immediately understood.
Why insist on making Jiangshan admit all of this to him personally?
All he knew was that Jiang Shan remained silent, and he could only judge everything based on what he saw and heard. He was terribly panicked, like a grown deer pounding wildly in his chest.
This is definitely all fake.
Jiang Shan is a normal woman.
She wouldn't use such a thing to do anything abnormal.
He must be seeing things.
(Note: The above represents only the male protagonist's personal opinion at this stage and does not represent the author's personal opinion. Everyone has the freedom to choose their own way of dating, and as long as it is not illegal or immoral, it is normal.)
Rub your eyes, and everything will be back to normal.
Zhu Meng held a cup of hot milk in her left hand and a plate of sandwiches in her right. Unable to rub her eyes with her free hand, she simply blinked hard instead.
Unfortunately, the scene before me remained unchanged.
Jiangshan even raised the bar by one level.
It was as if they were complaining that they hadn't been useful before.
The machine hummed dutifully, like a meat grinder, pulverizing the last shred of hope that Zhu Meng still held in his heart.
His stomach clenched in waves, and he didn't know whether it was condemning him for taking a red-eye flight back to S City in the middle of the night and barely getting any sleep, or mocking him for having already seen the truth but refusing to accept it.
Zhu Meng's breathing became more and more rapid, and his arms began to itch, as if a million large red southern ants were biting him.
No.
This isn't true.
As long as Jiang Shan tells him that all of this is fake.
He must believe her.
Zhu Meng called out to Jiang Shan again, but his voice was even softer than before, as if he was trying to confirm that what was in front of him was not a dream, yet afraid of getting the real answer.
Jiang Shan remained silent.
It's impossible that Jiang Shan couldn't hear him at all after he shouted so many times.
Zhu Meng unconsciously held her breath and boldly took two steps inside. She finally noticed that Jiang Shan's slightly yellowish long hair was draped smoothly over her shoulders, perfectly covering the two earphones clipped to her ears.
Oh, Jiang Shan is wearing Bluetooth headphones.
No wonder she hasn't spoken to him for so long.
It turns out that Jiang Shan didn't ignore him; he simply didn't hear him speak.
Before Zhu Meng could fully catch his breath, his eyes, by sheer coincidence, caught sight of the live broadcast on Jiang Shan's screen.
A pale-faced man with powdered skin was rolling his eyes for some reason.
The pretty boy was gripping something tightly with both hands. It was "tightly" because the veins on his arms were bulging, but even with such a muscular and bulging arm movement, the lines of his arms were still quite smooth.
It's obviously a greyhound that hasn't been trained.
But her skin is quite fair... Hmm, she must have applied some kind of powder, or the lighting must be good, otherwise how could it be so fair?
Zhu Meng cursed Xi Gou in his heart, and seeing Xi Gou's expression, he frowned even more.
The young man's slightly swollen lips were parted, with a little saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, which also had a slight upward curve. His eyes were hazy, yet filled with gentle indulgence, as if he were encouraging the person next to him.
The person next to him barely appeared in the frame; only his hands were visible, and judging from the bone structure, he was a woman.
What are they doing?
Zhu Meng was completely bewildered.
He frowned, carefully observing the scene, and finally, with his keen insight, he spotted a beautiful scene in the corner, half-covered but not completely obscured by black and white mosaic, like a beautiful woman half-hidden behind a pipa.
It turns out they're the same product.
Jiang Shan... could he have placed an order in this live stream?
With his 5.0 vision, Zhu Meng accidentally saw this strange scene clearly. His eyes widened instantly, and the red blood vessels in the whites of his eyes were clearly visible.
Oh my god!
How could a man be...?
"Crash!" The glass of warm milk in Zhu Meng's left hand slipped and fell to the ground.
The small rented room had no carpet, only hard wooden floors. Glass shattered easily when it touched the wood, and hot milk splashed everywhere.
The shrill, almost ear-piercing sound finally pierced through the Jiangshan Bluetooth headset, a series of shouts that grew louder and louder.
That's strange, is something being thrown upstairs?
But her rented apartment is on the top floor, so where does the "upper floor" come from?
It shouldn't be... something dirty, right?
Jiang Shan first slowly pulled his feet under the covers to prevent a surprise attack from some creature that could not be called human, then carefully exited the live stream and suddenly turned around.
She saw Zhu Meng bend his slender waist, his left hand covering his chest, his right hand holding a small plate of sandwiches, and his broad shoulders tremble.
"vomit!"
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