ace marshal

Chapter 52
Because he suspected that Byron was a "whistleblower" before, Lan Shengli blocked Byron's mobile phone number in anger. After leaving Los Angeles without saying goodbye, the two did not contact each other again.

At this moment, Lan Shengli had been fired by Berkeley and returned home, while Byron was trying to contact Lan Shengli while continuing to work as a "scalper" to make ends meet.

After going to school and learning that Lan Shengli had been dismissed, Byron decided to go to Lan Shengli's home to apologize in person.

Although Lan Shengli was "indifferent" to Byron's apology at first, Lan Shengli did not show great anger.

Two people chatted with you and me.

"Do you believe in fate~!?"

Lan Shengli looked at Byron who straightened up and asked.

"Fate~!? Everyone has their own destiny~~, the moment many people are born, their fate is already doomed~~"

Byron stood where he was and said meaningfully.

"Actually, I've been sitting here for the past two days, and I often think that everything that has happened in the past month or so seems to be a coincidence, but in fact it is like the arrangement of fate. Everything happened so just right, as if in my fate , just like "this catastrophe"~~"

Lan Shengli smiled like a wise man and said.

"Yeah, maybe God has already written everyone's destiny, just waiting for people to compose it, what a ridiculous world~!!"

Byron threw his head back, sighed, shook his head again, and sighed.

"Then, have you thought about what to do in the future~!? Do you have any plans~!?"

Byron continued to ask.

"I don't know, I remember that your plan for me was to go out and find a job as a translator or a Chinese teacher, but these days I thought about it again, since I have already left school, since God asked me to go back At the beginning, why do you want to go back to the old job, I don’t have any interest in that kind of job now~!!”

Lan Shengli stood up, poured two glasses of water, and said.

"You have been thinking too much these days~!!"

Byron said with a smile.

"When you sit there quietly by yourself and think about something with peace of mind, that's the time when you can think about something clearly~!!"

Lan Shengli handed Byron a glass of water and continued.

"Then what are you going to do~!? Continue to interview the coach~!? You can't be a scalper with me~!!"

Byron looked at Lan Shengli and became suspicious.

"Hmm~!!, that's a good idea, scalper~!"

Lan Shengli's words, coupled with that expression of approval, instantly startled Byron.

"Hey, buddy, I'm just talking. How can a high-achieving Berkeley student like you sell tickets? I think you were injured by the previous incident and haven't recovered yet. Maybe you really have a coach. talent, but at present, only by doing academic things can support you~!!"

Byron argued.

Indeed, after Berkeley's dismissal, Lan Shengli seems to have changed a person, becoming less conservative, and becoming very radical. Maybe Lan Shengli also wants to prove it to Wood and others. Success~! !
"How about this, I will follow you to experience it today, or I will be a scalper temporarily to see if it suits me, how about it~!?"

Lan Shengli looked at Byron and said seriously.

"You~, are you serious~!?"

Byron replied somewhat dubiously.

"Of course~!!"

Lan Shengli was still full of confidence.

"Okay~!!, first of all, we can't live here anymore, you have to move to my place~!!"

Byron accepted Lan Shengli's suggestion and said.

"Why~!?"

Changing to Lan Shengli questioned this time.

"This is the suburbs, dude, it's too inconvenient to go to the stadium or anything. Even if you have a car, I'm afraid the money we make from selling tickets is only enough to pay for gas ~!"

Byron explained.

"That's fine, after all, it's a brand new life, so let's live a brand new life~!"

Lan Shengli didn't think too much about it, so he readily accepted.

"Wait for a while, I have to clean up~!!"

Lan Shengli quickly ran upstairs and said.

"Hey~~, it's a pity that such a big house can't live in people~~"

Byron looked around the room and sighed.

Lan Shengli quickly packed some washing and bedding, and the two set off.

"Since I bought this house, I haven't gone out to live in it. I don't know when I'll come back~!"

Before leaving, Lan Shengli stood in front of the gate of the yard, looked back at the house, and sighed.

"Maybe you'll be back tomorrow~!"

Byron said half-jokingly.

The two of them didn't say any more, and set off.

"To be honest, man, I really didn't expect you to have such a big change, it feels like a different person~!!"

On the way to Byron's house, Byron sighed.

"Humans, the transformation is completed after going through some things. Anyway, I don't have the burden now, so let's make a career~!!"

Lan Shengli replied.

"But, it's your girlfriend~!?"

Byron hesitated, but still asked.

"The person she should look down on the most right now is me, and I don't have the face to go to her to ask for peace in my current situation, let's talk about it after I make a career~!"

As Lan Shengli said, he accelerated towards Byron's house.

"Come on, you will live here from now on, welcome~!"

Soon, the two arrived at Byron's house.

Byron first opened the door, walked in and said.

"God, I'm starting to regret following your arrangement~!"

Lan Shengli, who was behind, looked at the scene in the room and said in a daze.

When Byron was at home before, I learned about some close-up shots of Byron's house, but I was not very clear about what the whole room looked like. This time, through the perspective of Lan Shengfeng, I can finally see everything at a glance.

The location of Byron's residence is not bad. It is located less than two kilometers north of downtown Berkeley. It is considered a densely populated area, and most of them are high-rise apartments.

Byron's residence is on the 9th floor. In the dark corridor, you can hear rats creaking and water droplets falling from nowhere, telling you that the environment here is not very good.

Open the green painted iron door of Byron's house, and you can see a small living room that looks like it has been "robbed". The items are arranged in a mess, and the coffee table piled up with various tickets and materials has been covered with layers of gray. The old-fashioned TV set, and the light blue sofa with small holes burned by cigarette butts, and a knife across the cracks, dilapidated, with sponges exposed in many places, such a living room is really shabby.

(End of this chapter)