Love Apartment: The All-Around Comedian

"Hey, I knew it! Beauty is everything!" Hu Yifei grinned, leaning forward. "Tell me how you did it?"

"They asked me what my dream was, and I said, I want to own a small house!"

Su Mingyang's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Wanyu, do you need a house?"

Lu Zhanbo was also somewhat speechless, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Wow! What an inspiring ideal!"

"Maybe it's because my house is a little different from everyone else's." Lin Wanyu glanced upwards, lost in thought—

"My ideal house! The roof is made of almond candy slices, the chimney is made of roasted pork rolls, the bed is made of honey date cake, the pillows are all made of crystal shrimp dumplings, the rain falls like raisins, the snow falls like lollipops, there are soup dumplings everywhere outside, the river flows with congee made of preserved egg and lean pork, everything swimming in the river and flying in the sky is cooked, and when I hum a tune, they automatically line up and jump into my mouth, the clouds in the sky are cotton candy, and the stones on the ground are braised pork."

Lin Wanyu became more and more excited as she spoke, completely unaware that Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo were already petrified on the spot.

Su Mingyang didn't have much of a reaction, which perfectly matched Lin Wanyu's innocent and naive young lady persona.

"Haha, the examiners' expressions were just like yours, Feifei and Zhanbo's," Lin Wanyu said excitedly. "Don't you guys also think my ideal is great?"

Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo exchanged a glance, speechless for a moment.

"Very good, very good," Su Mingyang said approvingly.

"Hehe." Lin Wanyu felt pleased to see Su Mingyang agree. After a moment's thought, she asked, "By the way, Mingyang, what is your ideal?"

"My ideal?" Su Mingyang rested his chin on his hand, thought for a while, and smiled, "My ideal is also to own a small house."

"Oh, really?" Lin Wanyu's eyes lit up, and she was very excited.

Su Mingyang nodded.

"Is there all kinds of food inside?" Hu Yifei pouted.

"NO, NO, NO." Su Mingyang shook his index finger twice.

"What is that?" Lu Zhanbo asked curiously.

Su Mingyang cleared his throat and joked, "My ideal house is a little different from Wanyu's. It's a regular villa, but it's filled with all sorts of beautiful girls. They wear all kinds of clothes. When I get up, a girl will help me get dressed. When I get out of bed, a girl will help me brush my teeth and wash my face. When I eat, a girl will feed me. When I take a bath, a girl will help me scrub my back. When I'm tired, a girl will massage my shoulders. When I go to sleep, a girl will warm my bed for me. When I have nothing to do, I can just hum a tune, and all the girls will volunteer to play games with me..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yifei and the other two stared wide-eyed and gaped, completely stunned.

"What about my ideal?" Su Mingyang raised an eyebrow and looked at the three of them.

"Uh, it's alright," Lin Wanyu said with an awkward smile, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Let me tell you, Mingyang, is this what all you men aspire to?" Hu Yifei asked, squinting her eyes.

"I think so," Su Mingyang said, shrugging.

"Who said that? I'm not!" Lu Zhanbo retorted, mustering his courage. "My dream is to become a car mechanic!"

“Not bad, Zhanbo, your ideal is very… very…” Hu Yifei patted Lu Zhanbo on the shoulder, unable to find the right words to describe it.

“Very pure!” Su Mingyang replied.

"..." Hu Yifei.

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P.S.: Dear readers, what are your ideals? (Facepalm) Please give me some flowers and reviews!

Chapter 44 Zhanbo's brain is still the same old formula!

Lin Wanyu stopped dwelling on the topic of ideals, opened her laptop, and said to the others, "Mingyang and Yifei, can you help me figure out how to do these problems?"

Hu Yifei leaned closer to take a look and asked, "Are you doing horoscope quizzes again?"

"No, this is a personality test. It seems quite interesting, but the questions are a bit strange," Lin Wanyu explained.

"Personality test?" Lu Zhanbo pondered for two seconds, then smiled and said, "I remember now. These kinds of questions are often used in foreign companies when recruiting. They say they can detect a person's inner personality and see if they are a good fit for the position."

Hu Yifei complained: "Foreigners are so troublesome. Does personality have a lot to do with job?"

“Of course it’s related. These days, you can fake anything—certificates, degrees—but you can’t fake your personality,” Lu Zhanbo retorted, his words ringing with conviction.

"These questions can not only truly reflect your outlook on life and values, but also reveal whether your way of thinking is concrete or abstract. They are quite insightful."

"Wow, Zhanbo, you know so much." Hearing this, Su Mingyang looked at Lu Zhanbo with new respect.

This was the first time he had ever seen this guy speak with such confidence.

"Haha, not bad." Lu Zhanbo was a little embarrassed by the praise.

"Is that so?" Lin Wanyu was skeptical. She just thought it was fun. Pointing to the computer, she said, "Look at this question. What do tigers and mosquitoes have in common?"

“I know their screams are terrifying,” Su Mingyang said with a smile.

“Oh, right.” Lin Wanyu imagined the scene and agreed, then asked, “So, what’s this question—if your dad and Zhou Jiegun got into a fight, who would you help? A. Help your dad, B. Help Zhou Jiegun, C. Watch them fight, D. Call the TV station.”

“I know that,” Lu Zhanbo answered quickly. “Their HR manager is a fan of Jay Chou, and he even got beaten up!”

Upon hearing this, Su Mingyang almost choked on his food and couldn't help but say, "What the heck, Zhanbo, what happened to demonstrating values ​​and ways of thinking?"

"Haha, just kidding." Lu Zhanbo chuckled, quickly changing the subject to avoid embarrassment: "By the way, I have a question. You have two pairs of underwear, one is dirty and hasn't been washed, and the other is washed but hasn't dried. Which one are you going to wear?"

"Is this the topic you're using to demonstrate your values? That's outrageous!" Hu Yifei was speechless.

Lin Wanyu frowned: "How disgusting! I'll despise you no matter which one you wear!"

“Exactly,” Su Mingyang agreed.

"Ha!" Lu Zhanbo said smugly, "I didn't choose either of them. I'm not wearing them anymore, it's so cool!"

"Heh." Lin Wan gave a fake laugh, then rolled her eyes. "I despise you!"

"I..." Lu Zhanbo's face turned bright red, and he couldn't speak.

"Zhanbo, can't you just go to the store and buy another one?" Su Mingyang pouted.

"Oh right, how come I didn't think of that?" Lu Zhanbo slapped his forehead, somewhat annoyed.

"I also have a question that reflects your values, Zhanbo, about Yifei and Wanyu. Please answer it." Su Mingyang's lips curled into a wicked smile.

Lu Zhanbo's answer just now gave him some inspiration—the inspiration to trick people.

"what is the problem?"

Hu Yifei, Lu Zhanbo, and Lin Wanyu were very interested.

Su Mingyang suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "Ahem, if Yifei and Wanyu fell into the water at the same time, and neither of them can swim, who would you save first?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yifei and Lin Wanyu all turned their attention to Lu Zhanbo, awaiting his answer.

Lin Wanyu didn't care about Lu Zhanbo's answer, since their relationship wasn't close; they were just ordinary friends.

However, Hu Yifei is different. If Lu Zhanbo doesn't save her first, she might tear him apart.

"Huh? This..." Lu Zhanbo panicked. One was his sister, and the other was his friend. He had unintentionally placed them on equal footing. It seemed that saving one of them first would hurt the other, which put him in a dilemma.

Su Mingyang suppressed a laugh and reminded him, "Zhanbo, are you not going to save anyone?"

“Yes, I won’t save anyone!” Lu Zhanbo nodded subconsciously.

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

But it was too late. Hu Yifei's fierce gaze was fixed on him, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Zhanbo, you heartless bastard, you didn't even save me! I've taken such good care of you since we were kids!"

After she finished speaking, she gave Lu Zhanbo a simple and crude "ideological education".

"No, sis, I misspoke... Ah..." Lu Zhanbo hurriedly begged for forgiveness, but to no avail.

For a moment, a wail echoed through the bar.

Su Mingyang quickly stepped aside, laughing through his tears.

Zhanbo's brain is still the same old recipe, the same familiar taste...

Lin Wanyu couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle: "Mingyang, you're so naughty!"

Chapter 45 Teacher Zeng, are you going to change careers?

　"Will you save your sister next time?" Hu Yifei tidied her messy hair and asked sternly.

"I'll save him! I'll definitely save him!" Lu Zhanbo rubbed his swollen ear and hurriedly replied, looking at Su Mingyang with a resentful gaze.

"That's more like it!" Hu Yifei smiled slightly and took a leisurely sip of wine.

Su Mingyang pretended not to see Lu Zhanbo's gaze and laughed, "Zhanbo, your values ​​are showing now."

"Haha." Lin Wanyu laughed heartily.

"..." Lu Zhanbo.

At this moment, Zeng Xiaoxian walked over, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking exceptionally eye-catching in the bar.

"Everyone, what do you think of my look today?" Zeng Xiaoxian said, straightening his tie and exuding confidence.

"He's so handsome!" Lin Wanyu exclaimed.

Hu Yifei looked him up and down and said dismissively, "Not bad, he looks quite like a person."

"You!" Zeng Xiaoxian glared at Hu Yifei, not bothering to argue with her, mainly because he didn't have the guts. He said smugly, "Let me tell you the truth, a turning point that will change my life has arrived!"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to indicate that he was changing direction.

"Great, Teacher Zeng, you're not going to be a radio host anymore? How about selling insurance or real estate?" Su Mingyang patted Zeng Xiaoxian on the shoulder and teased him.

Honestly, Zeng Xiaoxian looks really like someone who does both professions when he wears a suit.

“I support this. Selling insurance or real estate is a better career path than being a radio host!” Hu Yifei nodded.