Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

"It's not He Yanye. Tomorrow is probably about some things at work, and I have to meet people."

"Work?"

"Well, is it an extra income like extra money?"

"Being a cowherd?"

"..."

Plain words, unacceptable guesses, huge contrast, for a moment, Xiaosan felt that he had heard it wrong.

Holding his mobile phone, half lying on his bed, he took the mobile phone away from his ear, looked at the screen where he was talking with Rui, and frowned slightly, wondering if he was hallucinating just now up.

But after concentrating on it for a few seconds, he put the phone back to his ear, stretched out his hand to pinch the space between his brows, and took a deep breath.

"What did you say just now?"

"It's nothing."

Quickly denying it, I don't know when it started, the other party started to like to insinuate from a simple mouthless girl.

"I heard that Cowherd's income is quite high."

However, just when Xiaosan thought that this topic was over, the other party suddenly said something.

"I...ha."

Xiaosan didn't know how to answer the other party, the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say anything, feeling a little depressed.

"It's not about being a cowboy, it's about something...well, the entertainment industry."

"Entertainment circle?"

Sitting in her own room, Ruyi, who had already changed into a pair of water-blue pajamas, was lying on her own bed, her slender white fingers gently teasing the doll in front of her, while asking in confusion.

Although he knew that Xiaosan was writing and it had been published, the other party never mentioned anything about the entertainment industry to her.

"Your work, shouldn't it be adapted into a late-night drama?"

Xiaosan discovered for the first time that Ruyi's mouth can also be so venomous, and his heart was already a little hurt, and he was silent for a long time before he was able to make a sound.

"So in your heart, is there such a big prejudice against me?"

Late-night dramas, in Dongying, are often used as alternative names for minors who are restricted to the following and cannot watch them.

In other words, in Rui's eyes, there is no difference between Xiaosan's works and those small movies and novels that require age restrictions.

"No, it's just pure suspicion."

"Well, suddenly I feel very tired."

"yes."

Ruyi's answer seemed quite indifferent, and did not comfort Xiaosan at all.

"Since there is something to do tomorrow, forget it, what about the day after tomorrow?"

"There should be no problem."

"Then the day after tomorrow, tomorrow I will go shopping with my classmates."

"..."

After hanging up the phone and looking at his mobile phone, Xiao San seemed a little helpless, and didn't know what to say.

"Is this jealous? It should be?"

Putting the hung up phone on his pillow, he stretched out his hand to cover his face, rubbed it lightly, and felt that depressed mood eased a little, sighed softly, he sat up He turned around, put on his shoes, and walked out of his room.

He walked to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it, and glanced at the drinks in it.

Coke, juice, herbal tea, and milk.

"Herbal tea, I heard it seems to have a refreshing effect? ​​Forget it, since we are going to sleep later, let's drink milk."

I don't know since when, he doesn't like drinking milk very much. As for keeping it in the refrigerator, it's just a simple drink every morning, like a routine. As for other times, it's completely milk. ignored.

Holding the milk in my palm, I feel a little cool.

"Do you want to warm it up? Forget it, it's too annoying, let's just drink it."

He took a cup, poured a cup, then put the milk back into the refrigerator, and he returned to his room with the cup.

After taking a sip of milk, the icy cold feeling made the drowsiness dissipate a bit.

"Ah, I don't really want to sleep anymore."

It was said to be a sleep aid, but this time, it seemed to be the opposite, making him a little bit more awake.

"But in summer, who would drink hot milk?"

Glancing at the cup in his hand, he couldn't help but sighed, and put the cup on the desk, while he sat on the chair and glanced boredly at the computer that was turned off.

It always feels a bit troublesome to start the game and continue the game, so I don’t really think about it.

When it comes to reading, I don't have much thought at night.

"Speaking of which, the startup speed of the computer feels a little slower. Is it time to change to a computer? Hmm..."