Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 101 Can you lie on my bed?
As soon as Zhong Xilu entered the door, he couldn't help but look around.

"What are you trying to find out?" Bai Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You act like you're here to catch someone having an affair."

"Do I need to look in the closet and under the bed?"

Zhong Xilu's cheeks blushed slightly: "This is my first time entering a boy's room. Is it okay to be curious?"

"Strictly speaking, this isn't a boy's room." Bai Yang said seriously, "After all, I just moved in yesterday, and I haven't left a strong personal touch in this room yet."

"Disgusting!" Zhong Xilu wrinkled her nose: "I don't want to smell any human scent. Give me my fragrance!"

"It's my perfume." Bai Yang said weakly, then took out the perfume from her bag and handed it over.

"Which bedroom is yours?"

"This way." Bai Yang pushed open the bedroom door.

Zhong Xilu poked his head in and saw the messy bed. He showed a look of disgust: "Don't you guys make your quilts after getting up?"

"Who would get up and fold the quilt?" Bai Yang was shocked: "Don't we just do whatever is comfortable?"

"Don't you think that you will feel more like sleeping only when the bed is made?" Zhong Xilu said seriously.

"do not think so."

"Sloppy guy!" Zhong Xilu walked into the room, looked around, then placed the perfume on the bedside table, took two steps back to take a look, then walked forward and adjusted the position.

"From now on, the fragrance will be placed here! You are not allowed to move it!"

"Hey, this is my home, Comrade Xiao Zhong, aren't you being a little too overbearing?" Bai Yang said helplessly.

"I don't care." Zhong Xilu snorted.

Then he bent down, picked up the two corners of the quilt, skillfully dusted it twice, spread the quilt flat, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles.

The midday sun shone through, illuminating Zhong Xilu's back and her slightly messy hair, making Bai Yang's expression soften.

"Comrade Xiao Zhong, I didn't expect you to be such a good wife and mother."

"I just can't stand it!" Zhong Xilu said unhappily, "Even if you don't fold them, at least lay them out neatly."

"Like a doghouse!"

"Not bad, not bad. After the tidying up, it does look more comfortable." Bai Yang gave a thumbs up.

"Of course." Zhong Xilu said proudly, "You didn't even look at who laid it!"

Bai Yang chuckled: "Do you want to lie down for a while?"

Zhong Xilu jumped up immediately and stared at Bai Yang warily: "What do you want to do?"

Bai Yang rolled his eyes immediately: "What on earth are you thinking about all day long?"

"Do you really think I'm a rapist?"

Zhong Xilu looked suspicious: "Who knows what you are thinking!"

"I'm warning you, if you don't behave I'll leave right away!"

"Okay, okay." Bai Yang spread his hands helplessly.

Zhong Xilu then sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Bai Yang's pillow uncontrollably, her face slightly red.

This is where this guy slept last night. If I lie down, wouldn’t it be the same as sleeping in the same bed with him?
His face turned redder.

Bai Yang came closer and lowered his voice: "It's a new bed. It's very comfortable to lie on!"

Zhong Xilu jumped up as if frightened: "Who wants to lie down?"

She walked quickly out of the bedroom and walked around the living room: "Huh? There's also a kitchen."

"Xiaobai, can you cook?"

"Yes." Bai Yang smiled. "We just moved in and haven't prepared anything yet. I'll let you taste my cooking next time."

"I'm not bragging, but ordinary restaurants can't compare to me!"

Bai Yang lived alone for many years in his previous life, and he didn't like ordering takeout or eating pre-prepared meals every day, so his cooking skills were honed out of necessity.

"Boasting." Zhong Xilu paused and asked, "When is the next time?"

"That depends on Comrade Xiao Zhong's performance." Bai Yang said with a smile.

"I don't care. It's up to you if you want to do it!" Zhong Xilu pushed open another room.

It was empty inside, with only a new bed without bedding and wrapped in plastic film, and a desk.

"Aren't you going to tidy up this room?" she asked.

"I can't sleep in two beds by myself." Bai Yang curled his lips and said, "I'll go get an internet cable this afternoon, and I'll use this room as a study."

"Oh——" Zhong Xilu took out his cell phone and took a few pictures.

Bai Yang: "What are you doing?"

"This is where the Strange World was written. Let's take a photo as a souvenir." Zhong Xilu said with a smile, "When you become famous in the future, maybe you can sell this photo for money."

"Miss Zhong, are you still short of these little things?" Bai Yang said speechlessly.

"I told you not to call me that!" Zhong Xilu put away her phone and snorted, "Okay, the tour is over. I'm going to go find my bestie."

"Let's go down together." Bai Yang said with a smile, "I also need to go back to my grandmother's house."

This time, Bai Yang did not take a taxi. He still took the bus through the small county town.

Save where you can and spend where you can. Lunch was already prepared, and Grandpa did not go out for a stroll, but was practicing calligraphy in the study.

"Yang Yang, I heard from your dad that you are making money now?"

Grandma ate little, so she put down her chopsticks early and asked.

"I made a little profit." Bai Yang nodded.

"He said he was writing a novel on the Internet. I asked the old man to look for it, but he couldn't find it either." Grandma babbled, "We don't understand what's going on on the Internet. It can't be a bad thing, right?"

"Don't worry, grandma." Bai Yang said with a smile, "Dad is watching. If it's a bad thing, will he let me do it?"

"That's right." Grandma nodded and asked, "Are you considered a writer now?"

The grandfather who wrote calligraphy turned around and said: "What kind of writer is it if you write that kind of nonsense on the Internet?"

"You know shit!" The grandmother was furious and scolded, "You can't stand your grandson's achievements, right? How can writing online not count as being a writer? They are all novels anyway!"

"At least there should be a physical book, right?" Grandpa's voice weakened.

"Times have changed a lot now! Haven't you noticed that the neighbors buy their clothes online? Old people who can't keep up with the times, stop pointing fingers here!" Grandma was blunt and started to bring up the past: "Also, you just sit here doing nothing all day, fiddling with your ink, and your handwriting is not that good. You spend a lot of money!"

"I picked up these newspapers to practice calligraphy!" Grandpa argued.

Grandma: "It's shameful to pick up trash at such an old age!"

Grandpa's face turned dark and he stopped answering.

He had never won an argument in all these years, so he angrily closed the door of his study and became a secluded person.

"Don't listen to this old guy." Grandma looked at Bai Yang again and regained her kind expression: "No matter if there is a physical book or not, our family has a writer, which is an honor."

"Don't worry, grandma. Although I'm writing the book online, it will be published soon after the physical copyright is sold." Bai Yang smiled and said, "When the time comes, you can give two copies to the neighbors around you."

As he said this, he thought maliciously, “I just hope that the old lady and the old man will not be scared.”

"That's great." Grandma was delighted, and then she took out a plastic wallet from her pocket, flipped through it for a long time and handed over a few bills:
"This is living expenses. Your dad is so stingy. He doesn't even give his son a little reward now that he has grown up and made great progress. Grandma will give you an extra hundred. You can use it to buy something delicious."

"Okay, thank you grandma."

Bai Yang took it with a smile.

Although he didn't need the two hundred dollars, he couldn't refuse the old man's kindness.

There are other ways to show that you have grown powerful, such as giving the elderly something to show off to their neighbors, which is more prestigious than anything else.

Bai Yang added, "By the way, I rented a house near the school. Did Dad tell you about it?"

"I told you to make your own decision." Grandma slapped her head and said, "Oh, my memory is so bad!"

She hurriedly stood up and took out a small jar from the corner: "Take the pickled vegetables I packed for you. Even if you make money, don't eat out all the time. They are not nutritious."

"Also, if you want to eat something delicious, give grandma a call and I'll come over to cook for you."

"I can cook, grandma." Bai Yang smiled and said, "Besides, the school has a cafeteria that is open on weekends."

"What good food can you eat in the cafeteria!" Grandma waved her hand and said, "I'll kill another chicken tomorrow and ask the old man to bring it to you."

"There's really no need to bother." Bai Yang fled with the jar in his arms: "I have something else to do this afternoon, so I'll go over first. You should have a good rest."

He stopped by an electronics store and bought a laptop. Computer configurations these days are average, and Bai Yang's budget wasn't enough to buy a top-of-the-line computer that could play 3A games, so he just chose one that cost around yuan.

There is absolutely no problem with typing, and it is more than enough to promote online games such as League of Legends.

That was enough for Poplar.

I passed by a furniture store and suddenly had the urge to go in and have a look, and bought a recliner that was on sale.

With all the luggage, Bai Yang took a taxi and finally moved back to the rental house. Without even having time to rest, he contacted the technician from the telecommunications business hall to come and install the network cable.

After paying more than one thousand yuan for internet fees, Bai Yang helplessly found that his savings were in jeopardy.

In grief and anger, my typing efficiency increased greatly, and when I came to my senses, night had already fallen.

"How come the days I spend are almost the same as my previous life?"

Bai Yang took out his cell phone and opened QQ, but there was not a single message in the entire afternoon.

It's more like my previous life, when I was writing alone in a rented house, with almost no social interaction. Apart from the novel itself, I felt ignored by the whole world.

Bai Yang clicked on Zhong Xilu's profile picture and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhong, you have a girlfriend and forgot about your deskmate, right?"

The king didn’t ring the bell today: “I’m watching a movie with my bestie, we’ll talk later.”

poplar:"."

Busy, all busy.

It's better to be busy.

After having a casual dinner downstairs in the community, Bai Yang assembled the recliner and lay down on the balcony.

Although I felt a bit like a lonely old man, it was still quite comfortable with the night breeze and the fragrance of flowers.

There were footsteps coming from the balcony next to him. Bai Yang turned his head slightly and saw Chun Yuwan carrying a vase.

As they looked at each other, Chun Yuwan instinctively avoided his gaze and continued watering the flowers as if nothing had happened.

Bai Yang withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

There is more in the evening! Please give me a monthly ticket!
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(End of this chapter)