The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

If it were someone else, Ah Wan definitely wouldn't disturb this person who is extremely grumpy upon waking up. He said, "Miss Zhou, who installs the screen protector, is here."

It was quiet inside for quite a while.

The person who had just woken up, rarely seen to be a bit slow to react, sounded drowsy and surprisingly harmless. He said, "The door's not locked."

When Zhou Xufang came in, Jiang Zhi had just put on his coat. When he raised his hand, she happened to see a hint of skin under his black sweater, but it was quickly covered by the sweater.

Jiang Zhi glanced at Ah Wan, "Get out, close the door."

"Oh."

Ah Wan went out, closed the door, and stationed himself at the door of the lounge, pressing his ear against the door, then holding his breath and concentrating.

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Zhi sat down, holding a cup of hot water to warm his hands. Having just been woken up, there were still two red marks pressed into his face.

This person must be a restless sleeper, Zhou Xufang thought.

She put down her black backpack on the ground, "A gift for you, a peace offering." The chicken had pooped on him, and she felt really bad about it.

Jiang Zhi's gaze moved from her face to the bag, "More chickens?" He couldn't hide the disdain in his eyes.

"No, it's milk." She paused, then added, "Two crates."

When she spoke, she was always expressionless, but her tone was always so earnest, giving off a feeling of being both dull and cold. This brand was very expensive. How long would she have to install screen protectors to afford two crates of milk?

Strange person.

Jiang Zhi put down the cup, stood up from the sofa, and walked to within a meter of her, looking into her eyes. These eyes were beautiful, but looking too deeply into them made one's heart race.

"Zhou Xufang," he called her name for the first time like this.

Zhou Xufang looked up, her eyes fixed as she thought that not only was he handsome, but his voice was also pleasant to hear.

Jiang Zhi took another step forward, his expression unclear, his eyes deep and unreadable, pitch black. He asked, "Am I good-looking?"

Zhou Xufang's expression froze for a moment.

He asked casually, "I asked you, am I good-looking or not?"

Why did he ask when he already knew the answer? He was the most handsome person she had ever seen, just as good-looking as her cotton candy box. She wasn't blind, her eyesight was so good, how could she not see it?

She nodded, "Mm, good-looking."

Jiang Zhi's mouth curved slightly. Sure enough, his damned good looks. Ah Wan, that intellectually deficient guy, was right this time. This person was indeed attracted to his looks, which is why she made a series of peculiar moves to get his attention.

Nothing unusual about it, he had seen it countless times.

He tilted his chin up, in a good mood, and his tone was quite friendly as he said, "Don't fall in love with me. I'm not interested in women."

This person, though strange, was quite interesting. If only she was a guy—

"Fine, I won't fall in love with you."

Jiang Zhi was choked by her earnest response; a breath got stuck, his face flushed red, and his lungs hurt. He covered his mouth and started coughing violently, "Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Why was she different from those who pursued him? Shouldn't she continue to chase him tirelessly after he rejects her?

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The more he coughed, the more his lungs hurt!

Zhou Xufang stood there calmly, with no special expression on her face, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Zhi grabbed the cup by his side and, disregarding the heat, took a big gulp, smoothing his breath. His face was still hot as he looked at her coldly, "Why are you being stubborn? I won't do anything to you."

Zhou Xufang's expression shifted from being dumb to confused.

She wasn't being stubborn.

The cotton candy box, no matter how pretty it was, she would only look at it more; it wouldn't change anything. It was the same with Jiang Zhi. She liked his appearance but didn't covet it. She also liked the new chandelier at the porridge shop, and each time she delivered takeout, she would glance at it a few times, but she wouldn't steal it home.

Jiang Zhi was irritated by her expression. He turned his back to her and started undoing his buttons, "You go out. I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay."

Zhou Xufang just left.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Was her IQ the same as Lin Wanwan's?!

He had only napped for a while. After getting back into bed, he couldn't fall asleep, his whole body felt uncomfortable. His pride was shattered, and his sense of competitiveness and desire to conquer were aroused like never before. How could he sleep?

In the afternoon, there were three scenes to shoot. One actress was not in good condition and kept causing NGs. The director was clearly very angry and had a bad temper, directly throwing down the script.

"No need to shoot! Adjust your state. If you're still like this tomorrow, don't come."

The actress apologized profusely with a pale face.

Zhou Xufang asked Fang Lixiang, "Who is she?"

"You mean Cheng Feiran?" Fang Lixiang was playing Chicken, taking a moment to glance, "An artist from Tianxing. Not very famous, seems to be a newcomer... Damn, this noob, can't they play?!"

When the game ended, Fang Lixiang, inevitably lost, cursed angrily. She encountered an idiot who was not only terrible but also always pretended. In the final duel... that noob actually blew her, his teammate, up.

So frustrating!

Fang Lixiang took a deep breath and asked Zhou Xufang, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head.

Her hearing was too good, and she forgot to bring her noise-canceling earphones today. She just overheard the girl's phone conversation.

"I won't let you guys off!"

"I'll expose all those dirty tricks."

"What am I afraid of? At worst, we'll both lose."

Cheng Feiran.

Zhou Xufang had seen her at Fusheng Inn where she was bullied by several men.

Because Cheng Feiran had too many NGs, the scene originally scheduled to end by five was shot until seven. Zhou Xufang's part as an extra was the last one to be filmed. By the time she returned to Yuquan Bay, it was almost eight o'clock.

She ordered takeout and sat on the sofa eating cotton candy after removing her shoes.

Shuangjiang came online to find her, "There's a new client."

She got up to go to the fridge, not deliberately avoiding the computer's camera. From the sofa to the fridge, with her speed, it took less than two seconds.

Opening the fridge door, she took out a can of milk, "What does the client want me to do?"

She didn't cook and didn't have a fridge before. But recently, she had taken a liking to the brand of milk that Jiang Zhi drank, so she bought a fridge, and she discovered it tasted better chilled.

"The client stored something at Zhu Feng Building and wants us to retrieve it and deliver it to the TV station in seven days, to be received by Zhou Qing." Shuangjiang typed on the computer screen, "The commission is two million."

Two million, not bad.

Zhou Xufang leaned against the fridge, drinking the milk very seriously, "What about the client?"

"I investigated, nothing special, named Cheng Feiran."

Cheng Feiran...

Her again.

"Do you want to take it?" Shuangjiang asked her.

She finished the last gulp of milk, crushed the can, and threw it into the trash can with a flick of her wrist, "Take it."

On the weekend, Xue Baoyi called out a few friends, saying he had something important to discuss. The big thing was—playing Chicken with him. This guy had recently gotten addicted to the game and was terrible at it.

Qiao Nanchu entered the private room while making a call.

"That informant is a bit odd."

He talked while tugging off his tie, "Already hired a lawyer, then suddenly withdrew the case."

"Check again."

He reclined on the sofa, his long legs perched on the coffee table, holding an unlit cigarette, "No need to report it yet, find out the details first."

After finishing this talk, he moved to another case. Ten minutes into the call, Xue Baoyi threw a lighter at him, "That's enough, it's the weekend, stop talking about work. Get online and help me crush this idiot."

Qiao Nanchu hung up and laughed, "How old are you? So childish."

Twenty-five, and he still got heated playing games.

Xue Baoyi wasn't convinced, "Damn, that guy called me a noob, should I put up with it?" No way he could endure it, he urged harshly, "Hurry, get on the game and help me thrash him!"

Qiao Nanchu snorted, starting the game.

Xue Baoyi handed an account to Xue Bingxue and then looked at Jiang Zhi, "Brother Zhi, just need you now."

He curled up on the sofa, unmoving, "Tired, don't want to play."

Xue Baoyi went to drag him.

He turned away, "Don't bother me, I'm sleeping!"

"..."

Damn, he's just so delicate! Yet this delicate person, lying there doing nothing, occasionally coughing softly, occasionally licking his lips with his red-tipped tongue... as glorious as a peach blossom, such beauty.

This fairy! Xue Baoyi kicked the person beside him, "Uncle, call Jiang Zhi's fifth aunt. She's great at gaming, let her take over."

Xue Bingxue was reluctant, sounding like a little wife, "Don't bother Wei'er, she posted on her timeline that she's very busy."

"..."

Damn, all a bunch of trolls!

Xue Baoyi licked his lips, resigned, and opened PUBG. He had made a pact with the guy who called him a noob to battle at ten o'clock. Whoever didn't show up was a wimp!

Ten minutes later...

"Nanchu, hurry, hurry! He's attacking me!"

"Uncle, give me a hand."

"..."

"Help! Come save me!"

"..."

"I'm going to loot the body!"

"There's an ambush! Damn, Nanchu, Uncle, where are you?"

Qiao Nanchu: "..."

Xue Bingxue: "..."

Xue Baoyi was still screaming, "Nanchu, Nanchu—"

Qiao Nanchu kicked him, "Can you shut up? You're giving me a headache."

Just after scolding, his game character fell backward and was killed.

"..."

Qiao Nanchu choked on his own rage, glaring at Xue Baoyi, "Why the hell did you blow me up?"

Xue Baoyi was sweating nervously, "My hand slipped."

Damn it!

Qiao Nanchu threw his phone aside and, grabbing a pillow, pressed Xue Baoyi down on the sofa and started beating him.

Just then, Ah Wan pushed the door open and came in.

"Mr. Jiang," he walked forward, "You're in the headlines."

Qiao Nanchu and Xue Baoyi stopped messing around and looked over.

Jiang Zhi still had his eyes closed, sleeping, giving no reaction.

Xue Baoyi asked, "What's it about this time?" After all, Jiang Zhi was a big director with such a face, it was common for him to hit the trending headlines.

Ah Wan thought for a moment, "It's kind of a gossip piece."

Xue Baoyi got interested, "Oh, Brother Zhi got into a scandal? With whom? Which big star?"

"With the screen protector girl," Ah Wan said, "Miss Zhou."

Jiang Zhi slowly opened his eyes.