Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

September is the time for all major schools to welcome new students to register for the new semester, and it is also the time for Zhang Weisheng to go to school to complete the procedures for returning to school after his leave of absence expires.

After the assessment, Zhang Weisheng managed to retain his academic status in the next level and successfully became a junior student.

Before school started, Zhang Weisheng decided to rent a house near the school.

University A has a long history. With the urban development in recent years, the area outside the campus is thriving. It is not far from the city center and has escaped the curse of the suburbs.

Zhang Weisheng chose a piece of land in the middle and took Song Xun to see the house.

Along the way, Song Xun was somewhat silent.

Zhang Weisheng could have lived on campus, so Song Xun gave up the house to save money and got rid of him. When he learned that Zhang Weisheng was about to return to school, Song Xun couldn't help feeling uneasy. People tend to be lazy and hate work, and he didn't want to go back to the days of sleeping in the open air, exposed to the rain and sun.

However, when he learned that Zhang Weisheng was going to take him out to rent a house, Song Xun felt guilty again.

Zhang Weisheng can't even take care of himself now, but he hasn't given up on this burden.

He is also a burden with ulterior motives.

Song Xun was confused by his own strange and complicated thoughts.

At the gate of the community, a man wearing a black suit even in the hot weather looked at Zhang Weisheng and Song Xun and waved quickly.

"I'll take you inside to see the house."

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, swiped his card and led the two people into the community.

The community has regulations to separate pedestrians and vehicles, so the road is very quiet, there are a lot of green plants along the way, and the environment is beautiful.

Compared with the area in Mashui Lane, there is a world of difference.

Song Xun looked around, pulled Zhang Weisheng behind him and muttered, "This place looks expensive."

Zhang Weisheng couldn't explain why he always felt that he was very poor and so poor that he couldn't afford to eat, so he just gave it a perfunctory answer.

"No, it's very cheap."

Song Xun wanted to say something else, but Zhang Weisheng grabbed his hand and quickened his pace: "Hurry up, or we'll lose them."

The man took them to see the first apartment, which was a two-bedroom apartment.

The house faces south and the sunlight shines through the windows unimpeded, providing excellent lighting.

The interior decoration is also clean and bright.

Song Xun fell in love with this place at first sight, but it didn’t look as cheap as Zhang Weisheng said.

He came up to Zhang Weisheng and asked repeatedly whether he could really rent it.

Song Xun couldn't hide his joy after getting a definite answer. He looked around the two rooms and consciously gave up the master bedroom. He stood at the door of the second bedroom and said excitedly, "I'll sleep in this room."

Zhang Weisheng, who was already negotiating the price with the agent, looked up with a somewhat surprised expression, and asked Song Xun, "You want to sleep in the second bedroom?"

Song Xun and Zhang Weisheng looked at each other, puzzled by his overreaction: "Yes."

You can't just send the person who pays the money to sleep in the second bedroom.

In Mashui Lane, there were no extra rooms, so the two of them could only sleep in one bed. But now there is an extra room, and Song Xun can't think of any other reason to continue to squeeze in one bed.

Zhang Weisheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he suddenly said to Song Xun: "Let's look at other houses and don't rush to decide."

"But you just said you would settle here."

Zhang Weisheng said seriously: "I don't have enough budget."

The house he had just got was gone, Song Xun pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Weisheng with dissatisfaction.

If you don't have money, you don't have money, why do you have to save face?

After going around in circles, Zhang Weisheng finally decided on a one-bedroom apartment.

Although there is only one room, the space is not small.

The house is decorated in a completely open-plan style, with simple separations between the kitchen, dining room and living room, making it very modern and minimalist.

Behind the living room is the bedroom, which is connected to the balcony and occupies half of the entire house.

Song Xun walked around and found every place good, except that the open layout that allowed one to see the entire house at a glance gave him no sense of privacy.

Although the room became smaller, the area did not decrease much, so it seemed that Zhang Weisheng did not save much money.

The next day after deciding on the house, Zhang Weisheng called a moving truck, paid the money, and started working with the driver.

It was the hottest time of the year, and there was no elevator. People were so hot going back and forth that they were sweating profusely.

Song Xun followed behind Zhang Weisheng and went downstairs carrying a moving box. The box was filled with light things, and Zhang Weisheng took out a lot of things, so it was not heavy.

It's just a little big and blocks the view. Song Xun is timid, so he has to stop after walking a certain distance and feel the road ahead, for fear of falling.

Zhang Weisheng carried a suitcase in each hand and his trip took him three times as long as Song Xun.

When Song Xun came downstairs, a popsicle was stuffed into his mouth. Zhang Weisheng put the box he was holding in the car and said, "Take a rest."

The three of them stood at the stairs and ate popsicles quietly. Zhang Weisheng and the driver finished their meal quickly and started working again.

Song Xun quickly bit off the half-full popsicle. His teeth were softened by the cold. He caught up with Zhang Weisheng and ran upstairs.

Zhang Weisheng stopped in front and turned to look at him: "Just find a place to stay, you don't have to follow me."

Song Xun felt that he couldn't be lazy: "I've rested well, I can help."

Zhang Weisheng said bluntly: "You are too slow, and it is easy to block the road ahead."

Song Xun: “…”

It turns out that he thinks he is getting in the way.

Next, Song Xun stopped challenging the big guys and focused on picking up some small bits and pieces and carrying them down. It took less than half a day to finish packing everything.

The car drove towards the alley, carrying the two people away from this familiar place.

Before school started, Zhang Weisheng bought some paper books and green plants, and told Song Xun not to play with his phone all the time.

Song Xun naturally agreed readily.

As a result, the potted plants almost died because no one watered them, but the books were still in mint condition except that the film had been removed.

Zhang Weisheng was very busy, running back and forth between school and outside. If he hadn't insisted on coming back to live, Song Xun might not have seen him for a whole day.

Those pots of green plants were eventually saved by Zhang Weisheng. When he had free time, he would bring meals from the school cafeteria to Song Xun and take the almost moldy Song Xun outside to familiarize himself with the environment.

On this day, Zhang Weisheng, who rarely went out on the weekend, woke up Song Xun who was still sleeping.

"Take you somewhere."

Song Xun was pulled up with sleepy eyes and followed Zhang Weisheng out the door.

In the tall office building, the elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor.

The floor is full of people working in front of computers. It is divided into five or six areas of different sizes, each of which belongs to a different company that rents the space.

Song Xun was pulled to the innermost part near the window, which was an independent space with a sign hanging on it: Tumu Game Studio.

There were four young men about the same age as Zhang Weisheng sitting inside. They didn't seem surprised by Song Xun's visit and greeted him with a smile.