Chapter 3: Mental Hospital?
The old man suddenly turned his head and glanced around vigilantly, and then deliberately lowered his voice, "You are the new resident living in 201, you must be careful of your neighbor in 202, she is a..."
"You old thing, hurry up and get me back to the third floor, or I'll let you die now!"
Before the old man could finish speaking, Shui Lingyue suddenly walked closer, and her pretty face was covered with frost.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. ”
Seeing that Shui Lingyue's face was not good, the old man immediately didn't dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly carried the broom one step at a time, and disappeared from Zhao Hangyu without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"This..."
Zhao Hangyu opened his mouth wide when he saw this, this old man must have eaten a lot of new lids, this body is really good!
"It's fine. Shui Lingyue waved his hand at Zhao Hangyu nonchalantly, "Uncle Chen is a laid-off plumber, and somehow recently, his Alzheimer's disease has become more and more serious. ”
Hearing this, Zhao Hangyu was a little puzzled, the old man just now didn't look like Alzheimer's at all?
The eyes look at the nose, and the nose looks at the heart. Seeing that Zhao Hangyu seemed to be a little unconvinced, Shui Lingyue smiled awkwardly, "Uncle Chen on the third floor is okay, but Brother Liu, who is in the late middle and second stage on the fourth floor, is terrifying, I have read too many fantasy novels recently, as long as there is a thunder and rain, I insist on saying that I am about to cross the catastrophe and ascend." ”
Zhao Hangyu was stunned for a moment, what kind of neighbor is this? He felt as if he had come to a mental hospital.
"Sister Shui, do you have any slightly normal people in this building?" Zhao Hangyu sighed and said.
"Yes, the little couple on the other side of Brother Liu is quite normal, and they often show affection, hehe. Shui Lingyue winked playfully.
At this moment, with the sound of heavy footsteps, a young man in a black tracksuit walked up from the first floor.
The young man's face did not look very good, as if everyone owed him millions. The young man glanced at Shui Lingyue lightly, and said, "You are talking nonsense, the two goods I have on the other side are now in the double cultivation period. I think it won't be long before the two of them reach my level. ”
"Fuck off. ”
Shui Lingyue couldn't hold back any longer, and pushed the young man hard. The latter immediately frowned, clenched his fists, and his fingers whitened.
"Get out, get out, who's afraid of whom. ”
After a long time, the young man muttered loudly, then turned his head and went up the stairs. From beginning to end of the whole process, he didn't look at Zhao Hangyu directly.
"This..."
"Alright, don't ask, I'm annoyed. ”
Shui Lingyue's patience seemed to have reached the extreme, and she didn't even bother to explain, she turned around and followed the young man upstairs directly, and then disappeared from Zhao Hangyu's field of vision.
As soon as she went upstairs, Shui Lingyue suddenly found that Chen Bo, a retired plumber, and Brother Liu, a young man in black, were pacing back and forth between the corridors, seemingly waiting for her.
She didn't find it strange at all about this scene. Shui Lingyue said calmly: "I know what you want to ask, yes, this guy is just an ordinary person." ”
"Then why did you still let him live in?" Uncle Chen shook his head and sighed, "This is not a good thing for him or us. ”
Brother Liu snorted coldly and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just homeless? A woman is a woman, with long hair and short knowledge. ”
"What did you say?"
A coquettish cry sounded, Shui Lingyue's pretty face was full of evil energy, cold light appeared in her clear eyes, and the long hair draped on her shoulders was windless, which was diametrically opposed to the gentleness and generosity in front of Zhao Hangyu just now.
"No... It's nothing. Brother Liu was stunned for a second, and resignedly said continuously.
Seeing this, Uncle Chen immediately opened his mouth to dissuade him, "Friends of the Shui Dao, this Xiao Liu's bad mouth hasn't been a day or two, and you can't be as knowledgeable as him." But then again, we can live together, at least to some extent, our level is not too similar, and I really can't figure it out if you let that ordinary kid live in. ”
"Ignorance. ”
Shui Lingyue sneered, "Have you forgotten that you can find that the rental advertisement I wrote by myself has at least reached the level of the little girl on the second floor." ”
Hearing this, the eyes of the two lit up, and they said in unison: "You mean, this kid can help us break the game?"
......
"System, is the Eye of Heaven dystocia or a bug? Why don't these people have a brief prompt?"
After closing the door, Zhao Hangyu could not hide the doubts in his heart, and hurriedly asked.
[Hello host, the life level of the few people just now has reached an extremely high level, and the trial version of the Heavenly Dao Eye cannot be detected. 】
Zhao Hangyu: "Is there such a statement? What is the origin of these people?"
[Sorry, the system level is not enough, and it cannot be analyzed temporarily, please upgrade the host as soon as possible.] 】
Zhao Hangyu: "Then how to upgrade?"
As soon as these words were asked, the cold system voice did not sound again, which was really confusing.
If you don't understand it, you just don't want to, Zhao Hangyu opened the suitcase he was carrying and began to pack up.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day flies. During this period, Shui Lingyue specially came to bring a clay pot of lotus root soup.
I don't know how this water Lingyue is simmered, the lotus root is pink and tender, and there are long filaments in the mouth, and the taste is really delicious.
In the evening, Zhao Hangyu turned on the TV and watched the global hit World Cup.
Although he had already known through the system that the result of this match was destined for South Korea to 2-0 Germany, curiosity made him really want to know how the defending champion would be defeated.
Because, the stick team has lost two battles in a row, and the fact that it has long been doomed to qualify ahead of schedule.
Today, the German team wore a dark green jersey, white pants, and the high nose and big eyes characteristic of Europeans, and every player looked very handsome with full confidence on their faces.
On the other hand, the stick team, which is obviously shorter, has a bitter face and is full of mourning.
With the referee's whistle, the game officially began.
After watching it for less than twenty minutes, curiosity was not enough to support the true identity of the "fake fan", and Zhao Hangyu began to fall asleep.
His eyelids began to fight, and just as he was about to fall asleep, a woman's moans suddenly lingered in his ears.
The moaning voice seemed to have some kind of magic, piercing directly through the eardrums and reaching the depths of the soul.
Zhao Hangyu woke up instantly, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the World Cup match on the TV screen had just ended, and the score was fixed on South Korea's 2-0 Germany.
But the strange sound continued, and a strange sensation came. Zhao Hangyu looked down, his embarrassed face was red, and his adolescent body had already reacted.