In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

Zeng Xiaoxian is thinking, Zeng Xiaoxian cannot think, Zeng Xiaoxian gives up thinking, Zeng Xiaoxian's system freezes, Zeng Xiaoxian is restarting, Zeng Xiaoxian fails to restart, Zeng Xiaoxian restarts again, Zeng Xiaoxian succeeds in restarting.

"What's the difference between the two?"

"He gave a girl his phone number and waited for her to call him. On the other hand, Yang Yu gave him an unreliable software saying that he had six chances to find his soulmate." Hu Yifei explained what happened.

Seeing Zeng Xiaoxian's confused expression, Hu Yifei had to continue explaining.

"I know it's a bit difficult for you to understand given your intelligence, but there's a theory that anyone in this world can theoretically be connected through a network of six people. Yang Yu's software uses that six-person phone book to find the person you're destined to be with."

"Well, there is indeed no difference. The two are just as unreliable." Zeng Xiaoxian concluded with sudden enlightenment.

Zeng Xiaoxian's inner monologue: "But then again, that means there's only a difference of six people between me and Lin Zhiling, or Xiaoling, right? No, that's not right. I'm a famous radio host and we're in the same circle, hehe, so that means there's only three people, no, there's only one person, hehe."

"What on earth are you doing here? Zeng Xiaoxian!?" Hu Yifei was immediately furious when she saw Zeng Xiaoxian, who was grinning and twisting his body with an unknown intention. Although she also thought so and felt that this matter was not reliable at all, how could she let her brother be ridiculed by this guy?

"I'll get the stuff, OK"

Zeng Xiaoxian walked aside to find his things, but still couldn't help but say a few words.

"Besides, how could something like fate be so easy to find?"

"Why don't you try it?" Hu Yifei smiled maliciously.

"Let's give it a try." Zeng Xiaoxian agreed without hesitation. In his eyes, this was just a prank, just a random phone call.

Hu Yifei gave Lu Zhanbo a look, and Lu Zhanbo obediently sent the software to Zeng Xiaoxian.

Zeng Xiaoxian decisively opened his phone, installed it, and pressed a button to demonstrate: "Look, I'm going to prove to you that fate is not something that can be simply calculated by a computer."

"Hello, who are you? Are you my destiny?" Zeng Xiaoxian said bluntly after seeing the phone connected and put it to his ear.

"Zeng Xiaoxian, you have nothing to do, but you actually called me, and it's a harassing call?" A familiar voice came from the phone, and there was great anger in the words.

"Haha, Brother Xian is really that popular? There are actually people who can recognize my voice when I make a random phone call." Zeng Xiaoxian was just smug, but his face turned pale the next moment.

"Wait, why does this voice sound so familiar?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the phone number on his phone tremblingly. The name looked so familiar, but at this moment he wished he had not recognized the name at all.

"Lisa?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes rolled back and he was about to fall down. Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo were both frightened and rushed forward to support him. Zeng Xiaoxian managed to get up by himself. He suddenly thought that if he hung up the phone like this, he would die in a more miserable way than he was now.

"Wait a minute, Lisa, I didn't make this call on purpose. It was fate. No, then what was I talking about on that phone call?" Zeng Xiaoxian began to explain hurriedly, and in the end he didn't even know what he was saying.

"I don't want to hear any nonsense now, especially yours. When I get to work, I want to see your self-reflection, no less than 10,000 words, if you can't do it."

Before Lisa could finish her words, Zeng Xiaoxian hurriedly pleaded for mercy.

"Ten thousand words? I can't do that. I don't even know if I've written ten thousand words this month."

"Okay, that's easy."

"No need to write anymore?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked expectantly.

"You can rewrite your resignation application. Don't worry, there is no word limit. You can take your time writing it." After saying this, Lisa hung up the phone.

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at his phone in despair, then looked at Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo who were pretending to be innocent, and threw the phone on the sofa.

"Why is it Lisa? What kind of fate is this?"

Looking at Zeng Xiaoxian's end, Hu Yifei couldn't help but laugh, while Lu Zhanbo was extremely relieved. You know, he made two phone calls, but neither was as tragic as Zeng Xiaoxian's.

So Lu Zhanbo mustered up the courage to press the button and make the third call, but Zeng Xiaoxian saw this and quickly began to persuade him.

"Zhanbo, look at how unlucky I am. You'd better not try."

Lu Zhanbo looked at Zeng Xiaoxian and said hesitantly, "I shouldn't be as unlucky as you."

"Hmph, you don't listen to Brother Xian and kneel down in front of me." Zeng Xiaoxian was very dissatisfied. Why was he so unlucky? He couldn't help but curse Lu Zhanbo in his heart. The person who answered the phone was Sister Pomegranate.

Lu Zhanbo's phone was quickly connected and he quickly picked up the call.

"Hello, I'm glad to hear your heavenly voice again. You looked so beautiful yesterday. Yes, that's right." Lu Zhanbo looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with a smile and a proud look on his face.

Zeng Xiaoxian gave Lu Zhanbo a thumbs up with a hint of helplessness and left. After all, he still had a 10,000-word self-criticism to write.

After watching Zeng Xiaoxian leave, Lu Zhanbo retracted his expression and looked at Hu Yifei with anticipation.

"Sister, it's Mom calling." Lu Zhanbo handed over the phone and collapsed there with a depressed look on his face.

Hu Yifei took the phone speechlessly. She shouldn't have had any expectations of Lu Zhanbo.

The waiting time was long, and even though Lu Zhanbo knew how the dinner was cooked before, it couldn't stop his hungry stomach.

Just as Lu Zhanbo started to serve the fried rice, an innocent and lovely girl walked out of the room.

"It smells so good." Lin Wanyu, who had just woken up, couldn't help but sigh.

"Would you like some fried rice made by my sister?" Lu Zhanbo greeted and pointed to the fried rice in his hand.

"No? I'm trying to lose weight recently." Lin Wanyu quickly refused.

"Lose weight?" Lu Zhanbo looked up and down at Lin Wanyu in confusion. Is there any room for improvement in her figure?

"Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything and give me two big bowls." Lin Wanyu also felt that it was a bit outrageous and said hurriedly and embarrassedly.

"Are you sure you want to eat so much? Let me make it clear in advance, this is not the fried rice made by Meijia, it was made by my sister." Lu Zhanbo advised worriedly.

"What's wrong with what I did?" This sentence immediately made Hu Yifei, who had just come out of the toilet, feel dissatisfied.