Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 40 Teacher Zhanbo

Inside room 3601, Wanyu was leisurely sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Although I failed the interview as expected, fortunately, Teacher Zeng told me that the whole set of Transformers had been auctioned off for a high price of 4000 yuan.

I didn't expect these five tin cans to be so valuable.

Wan Yu beamed with joy, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

With the 4000 yuan that will soon arrive, I have enough money left to cover next month's rent and living expenses.

I'm sure I'll find a job next month!

Wan Yu was full of confidence, completely forgetting that she had thought the same way last month.

Recruiting is essentially the same as dating; it's all about you choosing the people and them choosing you. It has to be a two-way street for it to work.

Given Wan Yu's family background and insight, even though she has been severely taught a lesson by reality in the past three months and has lowered her employment standards again and again, her employment standards are still astonishing, making people think she is dreaming.

After all, she ran away from the New York Conservatory of Music. Unless her father is willing to donate several school buildings to make her a degree certificate, her highest education level on her resume will probably only be high school.

However, in a place like Shanghai, with Wan Yu's educational background, it would be extremely difficult for her to find a high-paying job that could support her spending habits, let alone a job that was easy and close to home.

After finally finding a job that both parties felt was suitable, it was basically a given that Wanyu's application had failed once she entered the interview stage.

Miss Lin clearly hasn't realized that while it's true that you should dress formally for job interviews, if you always wear clothes, bags, and jewelry that you could never afford for the job you're applying for, then you might as well say goodbye to this job.

Interviewers in Shanghai have a better eye for luxury goods than for people; they know exactly how much your outfit costs.

Most interviewers are also employees, and who would want to hire a rich girl who is obviously just there to experience life as a colleague?

Of course, those who have been specifically instructed by higher authorities to be admitted are considered special cases, but Wan Yu clearly does not meet the criteria for such special treatment.

Wan Yu, still unaware of why she failed her job interview, continued watching TV with a cheerful expression until Zhan Bo's appearance interrupted her enjoyment.

"Wanyu, look what I brought you, it's exactly what you need right now."

Zhanbo walked in through the front door carrying a cardboard box. He placed the box on the coffee table and teased Wanyu as if showing off a treasure.

"What is it?" Wanyu continued to cooperate, showing her confusion and anticipation.

But in fact, ever since Zhanbo said he would give her a super awesome gift, and she ended up seeing a set of Transformers instead, she no longer expected Zhanbo to give her anything that would satisfy her.

Of course, this did not diminish Wanyu's gratitude for Zhanbo's kindness, but it was only gratitude.

"I guarantee you'll shout with joy." Zhanbo thought Wanyu was really looking forward to his gift, so he stopped being mysterious and opened his precious cardboard box like he was presenting a treasure.

"Huh??" Although Wanyu didn't have high expectations for Zhanbo's gift and had already mentally prepared herself—no matter how bizarre the gift Zhanbo gave her was, she had to act like she was very happy and liked it.

Looking at the empty plastic boxes, the velvet brush, the LED light bulb, the sandpaper, wax, cling film, and other scattered trinkets in the box, even Wan Yu, with her strong heart, felt her mind go blank for a moment.

What are all these things?

Who gives these things to girls?!

"How's it going, Wanyu? Are you happy? Excited?" Zhanbo asked with a childlike grin, eager to claim credit.

"Ah? Ah! I'm so happy, so excited, thank you so much, Zhanbo..." Wanyu smiled brighter than anyone else on the surface, but in reality, she was practically digging her toes out of the three-bedroom villa.

This is so embarrassing and shameful.

Zhanbo was so happy he was practically wagging his tail. He'd always been called weird when he gave girls gifts, but Wanyu was the first girl to like a gift he gave her: "Right? I knew you'd like it."

"Yes, I really like it," Wanyu said with a fake smile. "So what are all these things used for?"

In her inner world, Wan Yu brandished a kitchen knife, demonstrating her masterful swordsmanship: "Lu Zhanbo, you'd better explain what all this stuff is for. If you just randomly packed some things into a box and gave it to me, then I... I..."

[Wanyu finally put down the kitchen knife and roared fiercely: Then I'll never talk to you again!]

"These things are for maintaining the model I gave you, of course," Zhanbo replied with a grin.

"Huh?" Wan Yu's previous surprise and complaints vanished, and her only feeling now was guilt.

I felt incredibly guilty.

"Yes, this is the display box for the model and the LED lights, as well as a cleaning cloth for cleaning dust, a soft brush and a bulb syringe..." Zhanbo enthusiastically explained the purpose of each tool in the box, completely unaware of Wanyu's restless appearance beside him.

"In short, I've prepared all the tools and materials you might need for cleaning, maintaining, and repairing model figures. Aren't I thoughtful?"

Wan Yu clapped perfunctorily and said, "Hehe...yes."

Her eyes started darting around incessantly; if a crack appeared in the floor of the living room right now, she might just disappear into it.

This is the first time I've seen Zhanbo be so thoughtful. He's considered every aspect, but the only thing he's thinking about is cleaning and maintaining a tin model after it's been sent out.

Wanyu didn't know whether she should praise him for his excellent after-sales service when giving gifts.

The worst part is that he sold the whole set of tin toys, and they should have been mailed out by Teacher Zeng by now.

How am I supposed to explain this to Zhanbo?

"Hehe... Zhanbo," Wanyu asked sweetly, "I'm very touched by these things you gave me, and I really like them."

"But, but you've given me too many things all at once. You know I'm not very bright, and I won't be able to tell the difference between tools and procedures that seem similar, like maintenance, cleaning, and repair. I'll get them mixed up, yes, I definitely will!"

Wanyu quickly pushed the pile of things in front of the coffee table toward Zhanbo: "You should put these things back. I think it's better for me to learn slowly on my own and then buy them online to try cleaning them myself."

"How could you possibly mix them up? There are only a few dozen tools scattered around here, and they're quite easy to distinguish." Zhanbo looked at Wanyu strangely, his eyes sharpening. "I know, you're not...

"Yes, I'm sorry, Zhanbo, I..." Wanyu's heart was in her throat.

"Do you think these things are things I've used before, and that it's better to just buy them online?"

Wan Yu then realized she had just had a false alarm: "Huh?"

Zhanbo quickly explained, "Wanyu, don't worry, everything here is either brand new or something I bought before that I haven't opened yet. It's definitely not something anyone else has used."

"Moreover, while these cleaning tools may seem like they can be bought in bulk online, there are actually specific considerations when choosing each tool."

"For example, you need to buy sandpaper with a grit of 2000 or higher, as it is fine enough. Also, many soft-bristled brushes have stiff bristles that shed easily. If you're not careful, small bits of bristles can get stuck in the gaps of the model, making it dirtier the more you clean it."

"These tools are all ones I've tried and tested over the past ten years, and they're really useful. Wanyu, you definitely can't buy such good tools yourself, and it would be a waste of money... You probably aren't very well-off lately, are you?"

Wan Yu was both amused and exasperated by Zhan Bo's words. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Zhan Bo was concerned about the tin toy or about her.

"Zhanbo...it's not what you think. I absolutely didn't mean to be disgusted by things you've used. I...I was just trying to avoid troubling you."

Zhanbo, looking hopeful, pushed the things on the coffee table back to Wanyu: "What about these things?"

Wan Yu sighed, "Okay, I'll accept it. Zhanbo, thank you so much. I'll definitely treat you to a meal once I find a job and get paid."

"Okay." Zhanbo smiled broadly. "Then Wanyu, take out that Transformers set. I'll teach you carefully how to clean and maintain them."

Wan Yu: (#`O′)！！

"Zhanbo, I don't think that's necessary," Wanyu said with a somewhat ingratiating smile. "Just tell me how to do it. I'm smart, I'll definitely be able to learn."

"But you just said you're stupid."

"Just now was just now, and now is now. Now I suddenly feel like I've had an epiphany; you could say I'm quick-witted and have a photographic memory."

Wanyu sat down next to Zhanbo and subconsciously used the same tactics she used to please her father to deal with Zhanbo. She rubbed against Zhanbo's arm and said coquettishly, "Besides, with such a good teacher like you, you will definitely be able to teach me well with ease, right?"

"Teacher Zhanbo."

Zhanbo's face instantly turned bright red. He looked up and glanced around, not daring to look Wanyu in the eye: "Then let's try learning it first."

Only now did Wanyu belatedly realize how ambiguous her behavior had been when it involved a man and a woman of the same age.

Like a startled rabbit, she quickly sat back down in her original spot.

"Wanyu, you might need to move over a bit more." Zhanbo felt his heart race. "It's not easy for me to teach you if you're sitting diagonally across from me."

"Oh..." Wan Yu made a soft sound like a mosquito's buzz. She slowly moved to the sofa where Zhan Bo was sitting, and the two sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

Zhanbo began to explain the guidelines for using gloves in a halting and incoherent manner.

Wanyu wasn't interested in this dry content to begin with, and now she couldn't listen to a single word. She could only put her hand on her head and pretend to listen attentively, while secretly glancing at Zhanbo.

Although he's a bit dull and a bit of a straight man, from this angle... he actually looks pretty handsome.

Wan Yu raised her hand that was supporting her head slightly to cover her burning red ears.

My recent collections and recommendations have been terrible; it seems that Aquaman movies are just not for me.

This feels right, this flavor suits me best. Brothers, let's go back to two updates tomorrow.

Also, please read on, recommend, and favorite! You really won't give me any votes if I don't update!

Everyone is welcome to share their thoughts; I see every single one. It's just that I don't feel comfortable replying to chapter comments. You don't want to open this chapter and say that the author is just rambling on, right? That would make it seem like the author is teaching you how to read the book.

I will reply to all the book review comments if I can.

(End of this chapter)