128: Small Room

Ziyong asked, "Then what about my room?"

Qian Xiuqi said, "You'll stay in the former dog... utility room."

Ziyong stamped his foot in anger, "Dad, that was the old doghouse, the room where the dog lived!"

Because it was a private residence, the area was quite large.

Their house had a utility room, and the dog also lived in that room.

Good heavens, he's now relegated to living in the room where the dog used to live?

Other people's sons earn money outside and return home to be cherished sons.

They can walk around the house as they please!

He earned money outside, but when he returned home, he could only live in a doghouse!

Qian Xiuqi said as if it were obvious, "Didn't you used to love Little White so much, always clamoring to live with him?"

Ziyong said speechlessly, "I was only seven at the time, seven years old!"

"I didn't know any better back then, clamoring to sleep with Little White, how could that be taken seriously?"

Chen Huilan interjected, "What's with all this dog talk? Those are all rooms in the house."

"Aside from being a bit damp, a bit small, and having a slight odor, it's just like any other room."

"Xiuqi, help our son clean up and set up the bed!"

Ziyong was even more speechless.

The bed wasn't even set up.

Which meant, they hadn't even prepared a place for him to sleep.

This reminded Ziyong of his college entrance exam days.

Before the college entrance exam, it was all big meat and big fish; whatever he wanted to eat, his mother would make it for him.

It was as if he could have anything he wished for.

After the college entrance exam, it was good enough if there was food to eat.

He ate whatever was available, and it was good enough if he didn't starve to death!

There was nothing he could do, since they were his own parents, Ziyong and his father began to clean up his dilapidated room!

After three hours of cleaning, they finally cleared out all the cobwebs, dust, and rotten cardboard.

However, the room hadn't been occupied for a long time, and there was indeed an unpleasant odor inside.

Ziyong endured it.

That night, Ziyong lay in bed, unable to sleep.

He missed his large flat apartment.

He missed Chen Jingfu's large villa even more.

He reminisced about the supermarket's restaurant.

The supermarket's restaurant had dozens of dishes.

And whatever he wanted to eat, as long as he told an employee, there would be new dishes the next day.

Although the supermarket had been making him money, which annoyed him endlessly.

But he had to admit, in the supermarket, he was adored by all the employees, and that feeling was incredibly satisfying.

Back home, his parents only showed off their affection, completely insensitive to him, a single dog...

"I must earn money well, and buy a super large villa!"

Everything was developing in a good direction.

The supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant were about to go bankrupt.

The Milk Tea Shop was losing money at an incredibly fast rate; it could lose as much money as it had.

Liu Gaoda was truly impressive.

His spending speed was like flowing water!

His dream of a villa was getting closer and closer!

As he thought about it, Ziyong fell asleep and slept until dawn.

He woke up refreshed, but found that his parents hadn't gotten up yet.

"So lazy, not at all as hardworking as before!" Ziyong curled his lip in disdain.

He took big strides and went to the morning market for breakfast.

As he was sitting in the shop eating breakfast, a clear voice rang out: "Ziyong! You're back for the class reunion too?"

Ziyong turned around and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

It was their high school's class beauty.

Class reunion?

An opportunity to show off and put others in their place?

Ziyong had no interest in this whatsoever.

He'd rather play games at home than spend this time showing off in front of his classmates.

As for the class beauty, was she more fun than games?

Ziyong admitted that when he was young and full of youthful stirrings, she was all he dreamt of.

But now he had grown up!

Ziyong stood up happily, "Ziqi, why are you here?"

"It's New Year's, and I couldn't find a good job outside, so I'm back home to lie flat..." Chen Ziqi said jokingly.

Ziyong laughed, "I heard you got into a top university. With your grades, how could you not find a good job?"

"Someone like me, who isn't loved by my grandma or grandpa, is truly despised and cast aside in society."

"Forget about a job, no company even wants me to deliver food."

Chen Ziqi and Ziyong both laughed.

The two were very good classmates in high school, well... in their first and second years.

Chen Ziqi transferred schools in their third year, and they hadn't seen each other for four or five years.

The two chatted and laughed, and Chen Ziqi brought up the class reunion again.

"I heard most of our classmates will be there this time, you must come!" Chen Ziqi said with a smile.

After thinking for a moment, Ziyong thought of his dilapidated bedroom and the poor Wi-Fi at home.

He was bored at home anyway, so he might as well go to the class reunion!

The class reunion should be at a hotel, where the Wi-Fi should be good.

"Okay, when is the class reunion?" Ziyong asked.

Chen Ziqi smiled, "It's already been forwarded several times in the group, and you were @-ed, but you never replied."

Ziyong took out his phone to check.

Indeed!

That day, that salesman named Zong Qizhi kept trying to sell him excavators.

After he finished playing games, he immediately put his phone on airplane mode.

Now, looking through the previous chat history, he realized that someone had @-ed him in the group.

If the supermarket hadn't closed, he definitely wouldn't have come back now, and even if he knew about a class reunion, he wouldn't bother to travel so far to attend.

But now, he was idle anyway.

"Southeast Northwest Wind Hotel." Ziyong looked at the hotel name, found it a bit unreliable, and asked, "Is the Wi-Fi fast at this hotel?"

Chen Ziqi couldn't keep up with Ziyong's pace, "It should be fast..."

"Then let's go!" Ziyong stood up, walked outside, and said goodbye with a smile, "See you later then!"

The class reunion was at noon.

He had to go back and tell his parents that he wouldn't be home for lunch.

Perhaps part of the reason he decided not to attend the class reunion was that he didn't want to see his parents showing off their affection at home, with him being a big third wheel.

After returning home, his parents were already up. He told them he was going to a class reunion and wouldn't be eating at home.

Ziyong then locked himself in his room and started playing games.

The Wi-Fi at home was truly terrible.

Ziyong could only play as a support.

He was a major damage dealer, yet he could only play as a support!

And he still lost.

Especially when he saw the jungler and marksman taking all the economy but then just messing around.

The marksman wasn't pushing towers, the jungler wasn't invading the enemy jungle, which made Ziyong anxious.

However, he was just a support.

Otherwise, he would have loved to rush in and fight one versus five.

Most importantly, they were too reckless themselves, couldn't win against the opponent, and then even blamed him for not protecting his teammates well!

Ziyong's teeth ached with frustration.

After playing a few rounds, it was almost time, so Ziyong drove his sports car towards the Southeast Northwest Wind Hotel.

On the way, Ziyong thought of Chen Ziqi.

He had to admit, she had adorned his youth, and seeing Chen Ziqi again, his heart rippled with a certain emotion.

Ziyong did not drive his sports car to the hotel entrance, but parked it in an open space about a kilometer away, and then walked the rest of the way.