Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a magnificent four-story self-built house.

The building's exterior walls are covered with light-colored tiles, and its aluminum alloy windows are large and bright. There is also a well-maintained small garden in front of the building, surrounded by an iron fence.

Among the surrounding ordinary self-built houses in the urban village, this building truly stands out, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a "luxury house".

Yang Fan recalled the first time he met Zhou Yao; she was driving a white Mercedes-Benz C260.

For an 18-year-old freshman in college to be able to drive this kind of car, her family must be quite well-off.

The building in front of him further confirmed his judgment.

"We're here, brother. This is my home." Zhou Yao pushed open the car door and, familiar with the place, opened the iron gate to the yard. "Come in."

Stepping into the courtyard, it was found to be spotless.

Zhou Yao led Yang Fan directly into the house. The interior decoration was simple and modern, with smooth marble tiles on the floor. The living room was furnished with a large leather sofa and an LCD TV, and there were also green plants in the corners, making it look warm and classy.

"My dad probably went to the market, and my mom might be out playing cards," Zhou Yao said while changing her shoes.

"My brother is definitely upstairs in his doghouse. Big brother, come with me, he's on the second floor."

Yang Fan followed Zhou Yao up the carpeted stairs.

As soon as I reached the second-floor corridor, before even getting close to any room, I heard a rapid, torrential downpour of keyboard typing, interspersed with excited shouts:

"Go! What the hell are you standing there for! Deal damage!"

"Holy crap! Is this jungler an idiot? Why isn't he coming?"

"Heal! Give me a heal! ...Damn it! It's gone!"

"I'll f*** you (a classic Chinese phrase)"

The loud voice and the intense emotion penetrated the thick solid wood door and clearly reached the corridor.

A blush of embarrassment immediately appeared on Zhou Yao's face. She stopped, turned back to Yang Fan, smiled apologetically, and said in a low voice:

"Big brother... don't mind him, that's just how my brother is... he gets really carried away when playing games, and when he gets excited he... says whatever comes to mind."

Yang Fan smiled and waved his hand, indicating his understanding:

"It's okay, it's normal. Everyone gets emotional when playing games."

"My college roommate was like that too; he would shout louder than anyone else in internet cafes."

Hearing him say that, Zhou Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and the embarrassment on her face faded considerably.

She walked to the door from which the "war cry" was coming from, took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open to go inside.

Yang Fan followed behind and stepped into this legendary "doghouse".

The room was large and well-lit, but the first impression it gave was that it was messy.

It's not a dirty mess, but a kind of "tech geek mess" filled with a strong personal touch, where things are randomly placed but the owner can accurately find anything.

The air conditioning was on full blast, and the room was nice and warm.

In the center of the room, a tall, thin figure was deeply slumped in what looked like an expensive gaming chair.

He had his back to the door, so all you could see was a head of hair that looked like a bird's nest.

He was only wearing a loose gray long-sleeved T-shirt, and it looked like he was wearing pajama bottoms underneath.

The scene on the table in front of him was even more "spectacular".

The intense gameplay was displayed on three monitors side by side.

The most eye-catching thing was the ashtray next to the monitor, piled high with cigarette butts, almost forming a small mountain. It was filled with cigarette butts and had clearly not been cleaned for a long time.

Hearing the door open, the person in the gaming chair seemed to only glance at her out of the corner of their eye. Seeing that it was Zhou Yao, they didn't even turn their head, but just muttered impatiently:

"What? Can't you see I'm busy? Don't bother me at a crucial time!" she said.

After finishing, he immediately focused his attention back on the screen, his hands flying across the keyboard and mouse, and he began to mutter commands again.

Yang Fan looked at the back of this "ultimate internet addict" and then at the visually striking "ashtray mountain," feeling a little amused but also curious.

It seems that Zhou Yao's brother is a very interesting character.

Zhou Yao was clearly used to her brother's behavior, so she didn't disturb him immediately. Instead, she pulled Yang Fan to sit down on the beanbag chair in the room, gesturing with her lips to indicate that she would wait until the game was over.

About five or six minutes later, a loud "Victory!" sound effect rang out on the screen. The person in the gaming chair leaned back abruptly, let out a long sigh, and then slowly turned around.

The moment Zhou Jin turned his chair around, Yang Fan saw his face clearly.

She was very young, and her features resembled Zhou Yao's, but she was thinner. Her face was pale from being indoors for a long time, and she had stubble on her chin.

His eyes were bright and intelligent, but at this moment, there was still a mixture of excitement and fatigue from the intense game battle in his eyes.

"Zhou Yao, you..." Zhou Jin had just started to speak when his gaze fell on Yang Fan, who was sitting on the beanbag chair, and he stopped talking.

He looked Yang Fan up and down, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

Zhou Yao then stood up, walked to her brother's side, and patted the armrest of the gaming chair:

"Zhou Jin, I need your help with something." She pointed to Yang Fan:

"This is my older brother, Fan. He's planning to get a batch of computers, and he heard you know about them, so I brought him here specifically to ask you."

Zhou Jin's gaze swept back and forth between Zhou Yao and Yang Fan, his brows furrowing and his face showing obvious displeasure. He first attacked Zhou Yao:

"Zhou Yao, what do you mean by this?"

"So you call a complete stranger 'big brother' so affectionately? Would it kill you to call me 'brother' once I say it?"

"They keep calling him 'Zhou Jin, Zhou Jin' all the time, they have no respect for elders!"

Zhou Yao clearly didn't take her brother's complaints seriously, raising her chin and speaking even more aggressively:

"Zhou Jin, just tell me if you're going to help or not! Stop with all this nonsense!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you know a little about computers, I wouldn't even bother coming to you! Do you think I'd want to waltz into your pigsty?"

Zhou Jin was momentarily speechless after his sister's retort, and rolled his eyes in exasperation. But Yang Fan could tell that this brother truly doted on his sister, and his slight annoyance was more like a habitual bickering.

Then, Zhou Jin turned his scrutinizing gaze back to Yang Fan, his tone anything but polite:

"Let me tell you," he said, pointing at Yang Fan with his finger.

"Don't let her appearance fool you, my sister. She just turned eighteen, she's still young and innocent."

"You...you better not try anything with her, or I won't care who you are, 'Brother Fan,' or I'll make you regret it."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan was first taken aback, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He could completely understand Zhou Jin's mindset.

He also has a younger sister named Xiaoya. If a strange man gets close to Xiaoya and is affectionately called "big brother" by her, his alarm bells would probably ring louder than Zhou Jin's.

This protective instinct is an instinct of an older brother.

He was about to explain when Zhou Yao, who was standing next to him, bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Zhou Jin! What the hell are you spouting?!"

Her face turned red with anger, and she pointed at Yang Fan, yelling at Zhou Jin:

"Fan and I are just ordinary friends! Neighbors! He lives next door to me, he's a really nice guy, he's helped our family a lot, Dad knows that!"

"They need your help with something important, what kind of nonsense is going on in your head all day?"