Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Cui Rui is a piece of trash!

Jiang Ruoxi muttered to herself.

She had contacted Cui Rui in advance, and they agreed to come to Furong Street together to look for a house after the competition.

After the competition ended, Cui Rui disappeared without a trace, and Jiang Ruoxi didn't know whether he had notified Duan Xueyou.

Unexpectedly, instead of running into Duan Xueyou on Furong Street, Tang Yisheng bumped into him.

The two had a car accident, which caused a conflict between Duan Xueyou and Tang Yisheng.

Don't they have any grudges against each other?

How can they still chat like nothing happened?

Why do I have to make myself angry?

Couldn't things be a little more awkward, a little more distant, a little more discreet, a little more avoidant?

Are you sure you want to rent this place?

"What, you think you can make decisions for the family?"

Zhang Lei didn't get a chance to speak again, and Jiang Ruoxi took the initiative to speak for her.

"If you really want to rent it, I'll go home and get the keys right now."

Tang Yisheng argued with Jiang Ruoxi, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Lei.

If Zhang Lei had rented a place from her own family, she probably could have avoided all the setbacks and complications that followed.

At least I can keep an eye on her, help her out, and lend her a hand when it matters.

Although it is possible that Tang Yisheng might also have ill intentions.

But Tang Yisheng felt that with his character and the foundation he had gained from his rebirth, it was much better than letting Duan Xueyou take advantage of him.

"You haven't told me how much the rent is yet."

"Aren't you going to check the location first?"

"If it's not too much trouble, could you take us to see it?"

Zhang Lei can finally speak again.

Zhang Lei's best friend is very outspoken, so whenever she wants to talk to Tang Yisheng, she has to be ready to answer the question first.

"Let's go."

Tang Yisheng immediately turned around and walked towards the Confucian Temple to the north.

Completely forgetting that in the shop diagonally opposite, there was a fat man eagerly waiting to get his share of braised pig's trotters, while he was suffering over a small portion of stinky tofu.

The fat man had no idea that Tang Yisheng was accompanied by two beautiful girls at this moment.

One of them was Jiang Ruoxi, whom he longed for.

After walking about ten steps, Tang Yisheng belatedly remembered the fat man and made a decisive choice in just a moment.

Let him stay there for now.

We're not afraid he'll run away.

Since the money for the tripe hadn't been paid yet, the fat man couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Tang Yisheng showed no remorse whatsoever.

It's a given that Jiang Ruoxi would never choose a fat man.

Rather than letting the fat man waste another twenty years practicing his hand speed with Jiang Ruoxi, it's better to just let go of him now.

The fat man can't do without on his own, but Tang Yisheng can help him.

Lust is a knife that cuts to the bone. Tang Yisheng can choose to lift it up so that his brothers can no longer be fish out of water and have a bright future.

"Can I borrow your bike for a bit? I'm going home to get my keys."

After passing the Confucius Temple, Tang Yisheng turned right into the T-junction of Yongquan Hutong, asking questions as he walked over and reached out to take Zhang Lei's hand over the handlebars.

"Is your home far away?"

Zhang Lei let go, took two steps back, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze sparkling, and asked softly.

His voice betrayed a hint of guilt and tremor.

"It'll be over there on Qianggen Street soon."

Tang Yisheng stepped onto the pedal with his left foot, took two steps, and with a flick of his long legs, got on Zhang Lei's bicycle.

Zhang Lei was riding a princess-style bicycle with a front basket and a curved beam, so Tang Yisheng could easily have his right leg go around to her.

Tang Yisheng had also considered this.

That pose doesn't allow me to show off my strong, long legs.

So he chose to be thrown off his back and then straddle the target.

Even without turning around, Tang Yisheng was certain that the two girls behind him could see clearly.

Perhaps they can't yet understand the allure of handsome men with long legs.

But impressions can be stored in sediment.

When they finally become more discerning and begin to carefully select their partners, they will inevitably recall the outstanding men they remember.

Memory has anchor points.

So why can't it be this moment?

……

It was 8:40 PM.

Yang Jinjuan helped the staggering Song Zhiming back home.

The lights were on inside.

There was a glass pitcher of cooled boiled water on the coffee table in the living room.

After comforting the fat man, Tang Yisheng returned home and happened to run into Uncle Chen, who had come to deliver medicine for bruises and sprains.

Since Song Zhiming has a drinking party tonight, even if Yang Jinjuan is with him, it's impossible for him to come back sober, right?

Tang Yisheng wanted to persuade Yang Jinjuan to rent the north room of the old house to his classmate's family, and he was also thinking of setting up a small base for himself in the east wing.

It's no use not making progress in front of Yang Jinjuan.

If you want to gain something, you must first consider how you can give something in return.

Just like Tang Yisheng wanted Zhang Lei's family to rent his courtyard, the rent couldn't be too high.

Otherwise, there would be no chance to try "being near the water tower and getting the moon first".

Yang Jinjuan helped the drunken Song Zhiming into the house, and carrying Song Zhiming's shoes out of the bedroom, she saw her son Tang Yisheng standing in the living room.

"Son, are you still awake?"

"Mom, how was today's incident handled? Were the men who hit me arrested?"

How is that possible!

Tang Yisheng was simply asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"I was just about to tell you about this, please wait a moment."

Yang Jinjuan went to the door to change her shoes, probably taking the opportunity to think about how to explain things to her son.

Yang Jinjuan must feel guilty that she couldn't go all out to "avenge" her son after he was beaten.

But the estimate is not high.

After all, Tang Yisheng only had a bruised and swollen face, and he didn't even suffer any external injuries.

On the contrary, the other person's nasal bridge was crooked and they had to undergo minor surgery.

Yang Jinjuan went to Tang Yisheng's bedroom, and the mother and daughter sat on the edge of the bed to start a heart-to-heart talk.

Tang Yisheng felt a little unfamiliar and a little awkward.

Tang Yisheng had never experienced such a situation in his previous life. Ever since he moved away from here for a summer vacation, he had never had a heart-to-heart talk with his biological mother.

It's been so long that I've long forgotten what it feels like for a mother and daughter to chat about everyday things.

"The leader is Zhang Kai, the son of your grade director's younger sister. The others are his teammates from the sports team."

"...Tonight's gathering is just a dinner party hosted by those parents to apologize."

"They've all promised that they'll never do this again. If they bully my son again, your mom will definitely not let them get away with it."

"This time, it was mainly your grade's Director Hu who acted as an intermediary, but your Uncle Song and I also have to consider your situation, don't we?"

Yang Jinjuan did not drink a drop of alcohol tonight.

He explained the pros and cons to his son, Tang Yisheng, in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

They emphatically instilled in Tang Yisheng the principle that "it is better to resolve enmity than to create it."

"Mom, are you still renting out our little courtyard in Yongquan Hutong?"

"Hmm, why are you asking this?"

"I have a classmate whose family runs a business on Furong Street and wants to rent a place to live."

"Then let's rent it. Have his parents call me. Since he's my son's classmate, the rent can be roughly the same, okay, son?"

"Mom, I want to talk to you about this."

Tang Yisheng began to analyze: "Don't let it be like this again. If it weren't for Fatty, I wouldn't even have anything to eat. How about you give me the rent as living expenses from now on?"

"What do you need so much money for?"

Yang Jinjuan wasn't fooled. She frowned and asked, "I almost forgot, where did you get two thousand three hundred yuan?"