Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Lin Feng woke up suddenly, turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the room, but didn't find anything wrong. The voice kept echoing in his mind, urging him to leave as soon as possible.

"Huhu, it turns out that I'm a bit attached to my bed. I couldn't sleep on my first night here. I slept soundly in the basement."

Alas, it is certain that I am not destined to enjoy life. The better the place, the more difficult it is to sleep. Then I'll get up and walk around. I wonder what kind of person my roommate is.

I opened the door and sat on the sofa watching TV. I turned my head to look at the master bedroom and there was no movement at all, not even anyone going to the bathroom.

Even if there is a bathroom in the master bedroom, people should come out to eat. Why doesn’t this person come out? Could something have happened? Is he a game geek?

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the door of the master bedroom, raised his hand and knocked: "Hello, is anyone inside? I just came to share the rent. We will all live under the same roof from now on, so I came to say hello."

Silence, dead silence.

I had no idea that in the master bedroom, the computer was turned on for no reason, and an empty chair was sliding on the ground, as if there was someone on it, but there was no one in sight.

Seeing that there was no response, Lin Feng just thought that the other party was socially anxious. He had seen that kind of people with extreme social anxiety in school before. They were really afraid of being disturbed and afraid of someone calling them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll turn down the volume on the TV. If you need anything, just call me."

Lin Feng watched TV for a while and fell asleep unknowingly.

I slept through the night without any dreams. I simply washed up and made myself a bowl of noodles. Thinking of my socially anxious roommate in the master bedroom, I added a little more noodles and two eggs.

He quickly finished one bowl and left another on the table. He knocked on the door and said, "I put in some extra noodles. If you don't mind, you can have some. I'm going to work now."

Lin Feng went out with his computer bag on his back. The door of the master bedroom slowly opened. A girl in a white dress was walking slowly towards the dining table, looking at the bowl of noodles in silence.

After a few busy days, Lin Feng just felt very tired, as if he was drained. He was busy during the day and had nightmares at night. It would be strange if he could be in good spirits.

I got home, opened the door, and put my computer bag on the sofa.

His eyes swept across the dining table and he saw a sticky note stuck on a bowl. After seeing the words on it clearly, his brows furrowed.

[Go, leave here quickly, or you will die! ]

When Lin Feng saw the sticky note, he felt a little disappointed thinking about his roommate in the master bedroom. He kindly invited him to eat noodles and gave him a portion of whatever delicious food he had. After he finished eating, he washed the dishes.

But he never said thank you once. The only time he wrote a note, he thought it was a thank you, but it turned out to be... asking him to leave.

Yes, for someone with social anxiety, how can living in a house alone be the same as living in a house with others? But he really has no money, and it is impossible to change houses now.

Lin Feng walked over and knocked on the door, trying to calm himself and speak: "I'm sorry, I saw your border, but I can't leave. I haven't received my salary yet and have nowhere to go."

"Even if we change houses again, it won't be as cost-effective as this one. Even if you're a socially anxious person and don't like me, we can just live our own lives from now on and not get involved."

After he finished speaking, there was no response. Lin Feng shook his head and went back to his room. He turned on the computer to watch the live broadcast and relax a little before speaking, otherwise he would feel even more uncomfortable.

*

Su Chen was live streaming. After drawing three, he was going to draw another lucky fan for free, just as a charity.

When Lin Feng was chosen, he clicked on the connection with a confused expression. He thought that if the divination cost one thousand yuan, he should just forget it because he didn't have the money.

[Master Su, I don't want to calculate this divination because I have no money.]

Netizens in the live broadcast room: [……]

Onion Head: [Classmate, you must have misunderstood something. Today is Master Su's birthday, so he gave me an extra divination. You are the one who gave me the free divination.]

Lin Feng: [Huh? It really doesn't cost money? Sorry, Master Su, I've only been an intern for a short time and I don't have much money. I can't afford to tell fortunes for money.]