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Are today's girls so open? We just met not long ago, and she already wants me to live with her? How am I supposed to handle this surprise? No, it's a shock!
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking? Is it a burden for you to stay at my place?" Sister shot me a glance and suddenly grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go to the milk tea shop and chat."
One minute later, at the milk tea shop.
"My name is Lin Miaomiao, and you?" The second half of her sentence was directed at the shop's boss.
"I'm Yin Zheng'an, I want the original flavor."
So this Sister has such a nice name. Just like that, Lin Miaomiao and I officially got to know each other.
The milk tea shop didn't have individual tables; there was only a long wooden board along the wall with chairs underneath. Everyone drinking milk tea sat in a row.
Lin Miaomiao and I found a corner spot against the wall. The corner had a right angle extending out, and we sat along that angle.
"So, what's your situation?" Lin Miaomiao surprisingly asked first. "You can't be an ordinary person, right? Come on, are you in the same line of work as Muffled Oil Bottle?"
Muffled Oil Bottle? What on earth is that? But if she wants to know who I am, I have plenty to say. I'm an intern at the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs, the heir of Eight Treasures Mystique, a subordinate of the War God of Ancient Court, and also a member of the Reserve Celestial Class accumulating Merit! Quite impressive titles, right? Hehe, I'm not bragging; any one of these identities could get me locked up in a mental hospital for half a year. It would be late-stage delusional disorder—untreatable!
"Muffled Oil Bottle? What is that?" I genuinely didn't know how to respond to Lin Miaomiao, so I decided to make some small talk.
"You don't know Grave Robbers' Chronicles? That's unbelievable," Lin Miaomiao looked at me in surprise. "Don't you all do industry research?"
What a joke! Tomb Raiding? They’re just amateurs! I'm an intern at the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs and a member of the Reserve Celestial Class! Who's a Dirt Scholar? Who would dig around in dirt pits? (Just wait until you get sent there! — said by an author who is a fan of Uncle San) We're not even in the same field!
"Ahem, we're not in the same organization; we’re more similar to Lin Daozhang," I replied.
Sigh, whatever, it's too complicated to explain. I casually pinched a Spell with my left hand and pointed my right index finger at Lin Miaomiao's forehead.
The sound transmission technique—Uncle Xing used it before; his method was much more refined than mine. I couldn't use it without pointing my finger at Lin Miaomiao's forehead. However, despite having taken a bite of sausage, I could still use the Spell. That sausage must have been made by some shady vendor—just flour with no meat!
"Shh, listen to me," I said. Since Lin Miaomiao had already witnessed my method of capturing Hungry Ghosts, there was nothing left for me to hide from her. Of course, I couldn't reveal my identity as an intern at the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs or as a member of the Reserve Celestial Class. I could use Soul Capture to erase Lin Miaomiao's memory, but first, I've never used it on humans before and was worried about side effects. Second, I hoped she could help me temporarily solve my accommodation problem (I’m borrowing money; it’s not like I want to live with her). Plus, I needed someone familiar with the environment to guide me. Of course, if there were any danger, I wouldn't drag Lin Miaomiao into it. But with Uncle Xing around, if anything collapsed, he would take care of it! With Uncle Xing's build and stature—if he doesn't have a brain left, he can still manage with just his legs!
Lin Miaomiao initially resisted a bit, but when she saw that I was just communicating with her telepathically, she quietly listened to me.
"I am an orphan raised by my master. My master taught me some Taoist Arts, so I know a little bit of Spell. However, my skills are not very deep, and there are many things I still cannot do. This time, my master sent me out to assist a senior relative with some tasks. Also, I am currently a student at J University. Basically, that's the situation. I didn't bring any money when I left home, and the school dormitory is already full, so right now..." My telepathy suddenly cut off, and it felt like my meridians were blocked. Sigh, it seems that the sausage I just ate still had some greasy taste—restarting my technique didn't work either.
I was frustrated; as a Cultivator, I was actually affected by a sausage made only of flour.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Lin Miaomiao asked while biting her milk tea straw, her big eyes blinking innocently at me.
"What else could it be? That sausage just took effect; I've broken my precept, so I can't use my powers for three days," I replied gloomily, mimicking Lin Miaomiao's way of biting the straw. "So now I can't use my powers and have nowhere to stay."
Lin Miaomiao burst into laughter. "I thought something serious happened! Don't worry; you helped me just now, and it's also my fault that you can't use your powers. For these three days, I'll take care of you!" Lin Miaomiao transformed back into the girl who had just rejected someone by calling them ugly.
"How old are you to let me call you 'sister'?" I said with a feigned seriousness.
"19, sophomore year. How about you?"
"Uh, sister."
Lin Miaomiao: ""
After finishing her milk tea, Lin Miaomiao led me out of the tea shop. After a couple of turns, we arrived at a residential area next to the university town.
"My dad used to work in real estate; this place is one of his projects," Lin Miaomiao explained as we walked. "There were originally two unsold apartments here, but since they were near the university, my dad bought one for himself. Of course, he mortgaged it to the bank for his company, but he still holds the usage rights. It's a three-story building with an underground garage. I usually live on the third floor; there’s no kitchen since the first and second floors are rented out to others. The rent covers my living expenses. For now, you can stay in the garage. Don’t worry; my dad considered that we might play mahjong in there later when he renovated it, so he installed air conditioning in the garage too. I have a folding bed there; I'll get it for you. Although the conditions are a bit simple, it's better than living on the street."
It seemed Lin Miaomiao had prepared everything in advance; I was just overly optimistic thinking I could share a room with her—who knew this girl was so wealthy?
"Oh, Miao Miao is back! You're quite late today! Oh~ who is this? Miao Miao, your boyfriend?" As soon as we entered Lin Miaomiao's house and opened the door on the first floor, a woman in her forties poked her head out and greeted us with an exaggerated "Oh~" before every sentence. It was clear she was one of those chatty aunties from the village.
"What is it, Aunt Zhao?" Lin Miaomiao replied while struggling to pull out a folding bed from under the stairs on the first floor. "This is my classmate; the school dormitory is full, so he has no choice but to borrow a place to stay. Don't worry; he's an honest person; I'm letting him stay in the garage."
An honest person? So I'm just that kind of honest person who is only suitable to be a backup option? No problem finding rich and handsome guys when there's nothing wrong!
"Cough, cough, Aunt Zhao, right? My surname is Yin, and my name is Yin Zheng'an. You can just call me Yin. I live here, sorry to disturb you, please forgive me." Under the eaves, one has to lower their head; I really didn't want to offend this lady. You know how sharp-tongued women of her age can be.
"Come on, do you need me to help you move?" Lin Miaomiao shot me a glare. "How can you be so clueless?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll do it myself."
I lifted the folding bed and walked with Lin Miaomiao to the underground garage.
It was an underground garage, which was actually just a very low level. There was a staircase at the entrance, and the garage was about the same height as that staircase! It seemed like they had dug down a bit more in the garage, so it was about a meter high—not too spacious, just enough to park one car and allow the driver to get out. It was sufficient for one person to sleep in, but I couldn't stand up suddenly—I'd easily hit my head on the ceiling.
"Hey, set up the bed yourself. I'll go get you some blankets," Lin Miaomiao pointed out all the switches for me and turned on the air conditioning before heading upstairs to get the blankets.
I opened up the folding bed and laid it out while thinking that there are still many good people in this world. At the same time, I was worried about my living situation three days later. Oh well, can a living person really be suffocated by a fart? Where there's a will, there's a way. There’s always a solution.
While happily thinking about this, I quickly finished setting up the bed. My ability to get things done is no joke!
I tried sitting down to test if it was sturdy.
At that moment, the door opened,
And at that moment, the bed collapsed.
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