Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

It was originally an old community, the anti-theft door was kicked like this, and it shook with a bang. The "Fu" on it was probably not glued firmly. It fluttered a few times, and finally only one corner was still stuck. , half hanging on the door, turned into a positive "Fu".

There was a moment of silence inside the door for a few seconds, and then there was another burst of noise, and something thumped on the ground, the child yelled a few times, and then a sharp female voice yelled a few more words.

Finally someone came over with slippers on and opened the door.

The one who opened the door was a fat woman with long dyed red hair, curled into small waves like instant noodles, a loose T-shirt on her upper body, and a pair of ripped jeans that were so tight that her flesh could be seen around her. , appearing extremely uncoordinated.

When she opened the door, Xie Yao thought she saw the plus version of Honghaier.

The woman squinted her small eyes, poked her head out of the closed door, looked them up and down, and then said sharply: "Why are you knocking on the door? Didn't you see that this door is old? It doesn't move at all." Just kick the door, and if you kick it, you little brats will pay for it!"

Then a chubby little boy who looked five or six years old came out of the room. He looked exactly like a woman, with small eyes.He glanced at the door curiously, holding a toy basketball in his hand, and there were still some food residues in the corner of his mouth.Maybe he suddenly felt a little boring, so he picked up the basketball and bounced it on the ground a few times without fear, and then kicked the ball around the room.

The ball hit the wall with an annoying, muffled sound.

"Mom, I'm hungry." He picked up the ball and muttered loudly, pouted up to the height of the tip of his nose.

"Eat and eat, you know how to eat! You bastard is as virtuous as your father! You must make me poor." The woman turned her head and cursed in an almost deafening voice.

Yan Zhou raised his chin, and said to the woman expressionlessly: "It's been a few days, and it's been arguing non-stop. I said aunt, if you keep quiet, you will die, right?"

Xie Yao: "..."

It is said that fat people do not look old, but it is true that this woman looks old.But it seems that she should be the mother of the child, and she is not old enough to be called aunt.

The woman's eyes widened all of a sudden, and she raised the spatula in her hand and threatened, "Fart! Who are you calling aunt, pay attention to your mouth?! Are you blind, brat!"

Yan Zhou flicked slightly to the side, frowning, as if avoiding the oil and water on the spatula and the woman's spitting.

Yan Zhou looked at her coldly: "Don't you know that the sound insulation in this room is poor? It's like a war in the morning, and you don't go to bed until late at night. Your son wants to play ball and drums and go to the garage. It's an old community, surrounded by older people, I can't bear your family's troubles like this."

The woman supported her back and stood at the door like a door god. She opened and closed her lips quickly, and confronted: "The garage is so humid and the place is still small, how do you let my son live? Besides, you think we want to live in this dilapidated place?" In this place, the walls are falling off, the water pipes are still leaking, the sewers are blocked, and there are still a group of psychopaths living around!"

Yan Zhou said with a smile: "If you don't have money to live in a good house, you can earn money yourself. It's none of my business."

He continued: "This is the last time. If I find out next time, I will let you pack up and leave immediately. Stay if you can, and get out if you can't. I don't want to talk nonsense with you."

Yan Zhou threatened unceremoniously, with a trace of hostility in his eyes, as if hiding a handful of sharp ice.

The woman thought of some rumors about this young man she heard from the landlord when she first moved in, such as running away from home, fighting, punishment and so on.

Coupled with the cold and irritable aura emanating from the young man in front of her, she couldn't help feeling jealous, but she still insisted on saying: "Whatever our family loves, it's none of your business, you ignorant brat!"

After finishing this ruthless sentence, the woman planned to close the door directly.

Yan Zhou obviously expected it too, he directly opened the door, dragged the woman out, and pushed her into the corridor.

"Don't think that I'll respect you when you're older." Yan Zhou said coldly, "If you don't settle this matter today, just stand in the corridor."

When the woman was dragged, she was surprised to find that the young man in front of her was frighteningly strong and tall, covering her, giving a strong sense of oppression. She shrank her neck.

"You just stand in the corridor." Xie Yao felt inexplicably familiar when he heard Yan Zhou's words.

Grass? ?Punishment to stand also gives out experience, how to use it flexibly? ? ?

Although the current situation is serious, Xie Yao still couldn't help laughing, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The flustered red-haired lady on the opposite side only saw a young man standing next to Yan Zhou. A strange, inexplicable smile suddenly appeared at the corner of the man's mouth.

She suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to the beginning of a horror movie.

In that old and cramped corridor, the lights were faltering... There was a scream.

The door was slammed shut with a bang, and only one corner of the word "Fu" stuck to the door finally landed on the aisle with a bang.

Looking at the fleeing woman, a small question mark appeared above Xie Yao's head.

One of the instigators, the school bully, asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with this woman? Is there something wrong with her mind?"

Yan Zhou glanced at Fu at his feet: "I don't know."

Yan Zhou took out his phone, opened the address book to find a number, and dialed it.

"Hi, I'm the resident next door to your house, we've met before."

"It's still the previous tenant who has been arguing a lot these days, don't you care?"

"I'll take care of it no matter what, but I can't guarantee that your house will be rented out next time."

The tone of his speech was so cold that he could crawl along the telephone line to the other end and freeze to death.The landlord on the phone tremblingly agreed, and immediately promised to deal with the matter, so Yan Zhou hung up the phone.

Xie Yao: ... This school bully is really gangster.

But think about it, an hour ago, he accidentally touched someone's leg, got in someone's car, climbed on someone's bed...

Yes, a careless thing is really careless.

Xie Yao suddenly became bewildered and frightened. He pressed his wrist to make sure that he was still hot, and obediently followed Yan Zhou into the house.

Come on, don't wait for dinner, just leave after getting your clothes, life is the most important thing.

Yan Zhou casually hung things on the handle of the chair, then went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and said, "Your clothes are still in the bathroom, and there is a basket inside."

"Oh good."

After a while, Xie Yao stood at the door of the kitchen with his hands down, wondering: "Is there a plastic bag? I'll put some clothes in a bag."

Yan Zhou pointed to several plastic bags thrown on the ground.

Xie Yao bent down to pick it up and looked at it, he was speechless for a while, and then complained: "This is either garlic or onion, even the soil is in it, so it's not easy to use it for clothes. You did it on purpose..."

Yan Zhou said coldly: "Put it in your own bag? Where did all these things come from?"

Xie Yao just wanted to refute a few words, but after thinking about how strong the school bully is, he silently pursed his lips and told himself to be cautious.

His schoolbag is not too big, and there are some exercise books to be written tonight, as well as an umbrella and a water glass.He is a bit cold, and he is especially afraid of the extremely cold air conditioner in summer, so he also packed a thin coat in his bag.

In order to reduce the space, Xie Yao folded his clothes and trousers neatly and squeezed them into the few gaps left, but he still packed the books to the brim.

He put his bag on his back, walked to the door of the kitchen, and greeted Yan Zhou: "I'm done, let's go first."

Yan Zhou turned his head and glanced at him: "Just wait."

Xie Yao turned around blankly.

Yan Zhou said softly, "You look like a little turtle with this bag on your back."

Xie Yao repeated in a daze: "Little... turtle??"

Grass? ? ?Who the hell is a little turtle? ?

Be cautious, fuck him! !

Xie Yao threw the bag away, rushed over and stretched out his hands to Ka Yanzhou's neck, bent his knees to support his legs, and said with some anger in his tone: "I believe your evil! Let's fight, fight, no It’s really unreasonable to fight.”

Yan Zhou's Adam's apple rolled, and he let out a low laugh. Then he grabbed Xie Yao's wrist that was stuck around his neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he turned around and touched a drawer of the cabinet behind him, and found a plastic bag.

He shook the bag, and the plastic bag rattled.

There was still some smile in Yan Zhou's voice: "Here, it's clean."

"Grass... You really did it on purpose." Xie Yao glanced at the plastic bag in Yan Zhou's hand, without moving his body or letting go, and said fiercely: "I'll just ask you, is it fun?"

Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "It's okay."

He lowered his head when he spoke, and his warm breath fell on Xie Yao's hand, like a light feather.

Xie Yao let go, caught the plastic bag, gave a "tsk" dissatisfaction, and said silently: "You are poisonous. If you have the energy to tease me, why don't you write more questions..."

Yan Zhou raised his hand to touch his neck, rubbed the place where Xie Yao had stuck just now, and said lightly and without sincerity: "I apologize."

A pot of porridge was cooking on the side, emitting a faint aroma. The boiling porridge made a gurgling sound, and hot air spewed out from the small hole in the lid.

Xie Yao shrugged his nose, and couldn't help but look at the small pot of porridge.

Pointing at the pot, he said unceremoniously, "Then, is it okay to use this as an apology?"

Yan Zhou followed his gaze: "I only cooked for one person, if you eat half a bowl, it should be enough."

Xie Yao leaned over to take a look, but couldn't see anything clearly because of the fog.

Seeing that Xie Yao was silent, Yan Zhou had no choice but to say, "I'm lying to you, there are still buns in the refrigerator."

Xie Yao: "..."

He paused, and then said very sincerely: "Really, let's fight, brother. Otherwise, I won't be able to get out the stale air in my chest, and I will feel uncomfortable."

Yan Zhou: "I don't really want to fight, hold back."

Grass... He just came here, he was really going to die of anger, and his lungs were a little uncomfortable.

Yan Zhou found the cutting board, opened the refrigerator and took out a piece of frozen meat, planning to make some minced meat to put in the porridge. Xie Yao stood aside and watched, playing with his phone from time to time.

The kitchen is not big in the first place, and it becomes even more crowded when two 1.8-meter-high people are squeezed in. In addition, the ventilation in the old residential quarters is not good, so it is a bit stuffy.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Yan Zhou's back, he turned his head to look at Xie Yao who was staring at the pot eagerly, and said meanly: "If you can't help, don't stay here, it's in the way, it's annoying."

Xie Yao's teeth itch: "..."

So he deliberately angered him and said: "It's okay, I have to keep an eye on it, lest you poison me. Standing by the side, I know better."

Yan Zhou casually raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Forget about poisoning you."

The two of you said one sentence to another, chatting casually, and the time passed in a flash.

Yan Zhou swiped open his phone to look at it, guessed that the heat was almost ready, turned off the gas, then bent down and took out a white porcelain bowl from the cupboard, and slowly scooped out the porridge with a wooden porridge spoon.

His fingers were slender and beautiful, and against the white porcelain bowl, they showed a somewhat cool and clean feeling, like finely carved works of art.

Xie Yao looked at it for a while, and asked a little strangely: "Why are there three bowls?"

Yan Zhou raised his head and said calmly, "There is still someone coming."

The author has something to say: I was late, I was wrong, I was wrong, in fact, this matter is mainly not my fault, it's all my cat's fault orz

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