"What's wrong with a girl spending some money...what's wrong...uh...that male guest No. 1..."
"Snapped."
Zhang Xiaosheng stood up slightly, flicked his arms a few times, and touched the cell phone that had fallen to the ground because he turned off the alarm clock.
"..."
Looking at the dusty mobile phone screen, a face with a sparse beard was reflected in the black screen. Zhang Xiaosheng muttered something while admiring the reflection in the mobile phone. Then he took the mobile phone and rubbed it on the bed sheet, and pressed it. Screen: Thursday, May 1, 2031 at 07:30.
"Depend on!"
Thinking that today is Labor Day, but he was asked by his unscrupulous boss to work overtime without overtime pay, Zhang Xiaosheng couldn't help but spit out the fragrance with a ferocious look on his face.
After I got home from get off work yesterday, I was told that I had to work overtime today, so I made some random remarks. However, I fell asleep for some reason. Fortunately, I set an alarm clock, otherwise I would be late again.
Zhang Xiaosheng quickly jumped up from the bed and shook his still dull head, as if he had forgotten something.
But I go to work at 8 o'clock, and the rented place is 15 minutes' walk from the company. Although there is still time, I can't delay it too much.
After washing his face, brushing his teeth, and squatting on the toilet for ten minutes, Zhang Xiaosheng got dressed and left the 160-square-meter demolition return house with six rooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.
Zhang Xiaosheng is tenant No. 6 here. The so-called room No. 6 is the former restaurant. They are all migrant workers living far away from home. Life is not easy, so they can only make do with accommodation to save living costs.
As he walked towards the company, he couldn't help but sigh.
I’ve been living in this crappy place for almost two months, and my “roommates” still don’t recognize me. I have to admire the excellent design and architectural concept of the agency, allowing 6 people who don't know each other to live together without any embarrassing things happening. Except for the occasional encounter when going to the toilet in the morning, everyone basically understands each other through sound insulation. The effect is not very good to use partitions.
Of course, all six of them are men, there are no women, and there is not even a man who looks like a woman.
When Zhang Xiaosheng first heard that there would be six people living together, he even thought of the name of the child at that moment. However, it only took one sentence to return from the plot to reality.
"Sir, I wish you a happy life. You are both men. I believe you will get along very harmoniously and nothing embarrassing will happen." After paying one month's deposit and three months' rent, an account manager of the agency said.
"I really want it to happen..." Zhang Xiaosheng cursed, but thinking about it, if it happened with several men, it wouldn't be embarrassing, and he immediately stopped having sex.
"Shooter, this SB..."
"This SB in the middle..."
"Jungle SB..."
"Assist this SB..."
…
Roommate No. 5 makes this noise every night. After getting to know each other for more than a month, Zhang Xiaosheng is very sure that the roommate next door can only play top lane!
This can be regarded as the roommate Zhang Xiaosheng knows best. As for other people, no matter how bad the soundproofing is, it will not spread across several rooms. Everyone just meets each other, gives each other an awkward but polite smile, and then misses it in a hurry.
We all live here, and no one has extra time to make friends with you. Wouldn’t it be nice to have that time to flirt with young ladies?
In the midst of random thoughts, the fifteen-minute journey was over, and Zhang Xiaosheng arrived at the company.
In such a large company, I am the only one working overtime. I want to turn on my computer and prepare to start completing the "urgent" tasks assigned by my boss before leaving get off work last night.
"If it's so urgent, why do you have to wait until after get off work is almost over to arrange it? There's really something wrong with your brain."
Such criticism will always slightly increase the enthusiasm for work. This is Zhang Xiaosheng's experience.
But why do computers start so slowly today? Still black screen after a long time?
Zhang Xiaosheng just sat at his workstation and waited, carefully recalling what he had forgotten.
"By the way, I can't go back on May Day, so I forgot to call my mother."
Zhang Xiaosheng patted his forehead and seemed to finally remember. He dialed a familiar phone number and soon heard his mother's voice on the other side:
"Little Saint, tomorrow is May Day, when will you come back?"
"ah?"
Zhang Xiaosheng was a little confused, what about tomorrow, isn’t it today? But before he could reply, his mother’s voice came from the receiver again:
"Your dad went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday. He is in good health, but his blood pressure is a little high. Don't worry, you should take good care of yourself when you are alone outside..."
"Click."
The phone fell to the ground again.
Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes were lost in focus, unable to focus for a long time.
Isn't this... the content of the phone call with my mother at noon yesterday? how so!
After a while, Zhang Xiaosheng picked up the phone and saw the cell phone that had been shut down. His mind was in turmoil. Looking at the computer that was still not turned on, Zhang Xiaosheng couldn't help but wonder if he didn't have a good rest, so he had hallucinations.
I shook my head vigorously. Not only did it not get better, but my headache became even worse!
"It's better to go get your phone repaired first."
…
A month flies by.
"Your dad went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday. He is in good health, but his blood pressure is a little high. Don't worry, you should take good care of yourself when you are alone outside..."
A familiar voice came from the receiver, and Zhang Xiaosheng had already burst into tears.
A month ago, on May Day, I got up to work overtime. After leaving the work, I went to repair my mobile phone. However, I found that everything I encountered seemed to be stuck in a certain moment before.
In a panic, I returned to the rental house and fell asleep again. However, I was woken up by the same cell phone ringtone again the next day. When I clicked on the screen, it was still 07:30 on May 1, 2031, Thursday.
Zhang Xiaosheng was horrified and hurriedly ran out. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world outside, he had a splitting headache.
For seven days, I woke up every day on May 1st, and when I called my mother every day, I still heard the same familiar yet strange words.
However, during these seven days, Zhang Xiaosheng would dream every night, dreaming that he had become an immortal cultivator, the master of a sect called the Five Elements Sect, and could fly.
The dream has lasted for a month. To this day, Zhang Xiaosheng has already remembered everything. It turns out that this is a dream, so he will never be able to see what happened on May 1st. His memory of that world can only stay on the day before. .
Listening to his mother's words in the receiver again, Zhang Xiaosheng could no longer hide the grief in his heart.
I made the call over and over again, listening to the repeated words over and over again, until at a certain moment the phone ran out of power and shut down.
Zhang Xiaosheng sighed sadly, it was just a dream after all, he... would never come back.
"Mom, I'm sorry! My son is unfilial... It's time to go back!"
Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly realized that he was floating in the air, and there were thirteen people floating around him. They were the geniuses of the sect from the previous sixth level.
At this moment, the familiar and long-lost system voice sounded again:
[The heart barrier is broken, the consciousness is fused, and the control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is improved]
PS: Well...I've wanted to write this part for a long time, but I don't know if everyone can accept it. If you don't like it, just skip it and it won't affect the plot.
