Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

That night, Nanfeng and Ziqiao chatted for a long time.

But most of the time it was Zi Qiao who was talking, and Nan Feng replied a few words in silence.

The two chatted until early in the morning, before Lu Ziqiao couldn't hold on any longer and ran back to 3602 to sleep.

However, as soon as he returned to the suite, he was caught by Meijia, who had been waiting for a long time.

Listening to the noise of the two people in his ears, Nanfeng estimated that Zi Qiao would have to persist for another hour before he could cope with Perfect Jia and fall asleep successfully.

Compared to Ziqiao who wanted to sleep but couldn't, Nanfeng did not go to bed on time tonight, but instead went to the musical instrument storage room.

He quietly looked at the corner covered by white cloth in front of him, lost in thought.

The next day, Nanfeng and Ziqiao unusually slept late.

It wasn't until around nine o'clock in the morning that Zi Qiao woke up and headed to 3603. He happened to bump into Nan Feng who had returned from exercise and changed clothes.

Ziqiao, who had regained his energy, walked towards Nanfeng with a strange smile on his face, holding a wine bottle in each hand: "Want a sip?"

"Get lost." Nanfeng laughed and scolded.

"Take a sip, it will refresh you." Zi Qiao handed the wine bottle in his left hand to Nan Feng.

Nanfeng took the bottle suspiciously and took a sip, then spit it out all at once.

"Pooh!"

Nanfeng frowned and clicked his tongue several times before he said with lingering fear: "Isn't this thing too bitter?"

"This is 100% pure bitter melon juice, it's a good thing."

Zi Qiao smiled triumphantly: "Since you can't drink, it's too cheap for you to drink lemon juice.

"So I used bitter melon juice instead. It would be good for young people to taste more bitterness."

Nanfeng looked at the wine bottle in his hand with disgust: "So when you drink, I can only drink this?"

"Of course." Zi Qiao said confidently.

Nanfeng nodded: "Anyway, wine is not much better than bitter melon juice. I really don't know why you guys like drinking so much."

Even if there was no physical reason, Nanfeng had never drank much before. Maybe he was the kind of person who was born unable to appreciate the charm of alcohol.

"Okay, don't talk about this."

Zi Qiao clapped her hands and asked Nan Feng to follow her.

"Where to go?"

Nanfeng looked at the time: "You're not going to the bar to pick up girls at this hour, are you?"

"How is that possible? I want to do something serious this time."

Zi Qiao adjusted his collar and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Get in your car and we'll pick you up at the airport."

"Pick up?"

…

"Lu Ziqiao, is this the airport pick-up you are talking about?"

Nanfeng was holding a poster of an 18th-tier female star, standing expressionlessly among a group of enthusiastic fans who were also holding her banners, posters and postcards.

Nanfeng held up the poster to cover his speechless face.

Zi Qiao held up the banner and loudly shouted the name of the 18th-tier starlet.

He shouted and squeezed forward excitedly, looking like a hardcore fan.

Amid the shouts of other enthusiastic fans, Zi Qiao answered Nan Feng's question in a low voice.

"Yes, aren't we picking up the plane now?"

At this moment, Nanfeng wanted to cover his face completely with the poster: "But you didn't tell me that you were accepting the call from a celebrity.

"Also, when did you become a fanatic?"

Nanfeng put down the poster, glanced at it casually, and then said firmly: "And she doesn't match your aesthetic taste."

It's not that this 18th-tier female star isn't beautiful, it's just that she has this figure...

Let's put it this way, even if Meijia comes, the moment she sees this poster, she will proudly puff up her chest and be proud of her feminine charm.

"What a fanatical fan, it's all fake."

Zi Qiao pointed at the 20 or 30 people around them and explained in a low voice: "How can such a small star of the 18th tier come to have so many enthusiastic fans who pick him up at the airport?

“This is all paid by their team, and we are just here to do part-time work.

"When the 18th-tier starlet comes, we will chase her for her autograph.

"For those of you who can't bear to show off your face, you can just run behind the crowd and earn a hundred yuan at a time.

“Those who come up with posters and ask for autographs are charged one hundred and fifty at a time.

"A hard-core fan like me, who is squeezing and shouting at the same time, bursting into tears, performs for a full two hundred and fifty at a time!"

Nanfeng nodded and said, "It's quite two hundred and five."

I thought that Zi Qiao came to the airport to pick someone up. After all, according to Zi Qiao, his aunt came to the Magic City just in the past few days.

As a result, after working for a long time, he just came over to work part-time.

But making money is not shabby.

Making money this way is better than selling magic pills and doing "scientific experiments" before.

“Oh, two hundred and five, just two hundred and five.

"When you are alive, why bother with money?"

Zi Qiao murmured in a low voice: "There are many jobs in this world where you can make money as long as you are shameless. We can only earn very little."

While the two were talking, the "fanatic fans" at the front began to scream loudly.

"Swallow! Swallow!"

Immediately afterwards, Nanfeng felt himself being squeezed further and further forward by the people behind him.

Nanfeng subconsciously raised the poster to cover his face, and then used an inconspicuous voice to shout along with this group of "fanatic fans".

After Nanfeng finally stood up, he looked up to look for Zi Qiao, only to find that Zi Qiao had already squeezed in, crying and shouting almost madly.

"Swallow! Swallow! Swallow, how can I live without you!"

"Yanzi, take me away, Yanzi!"

Nanfeng thought for a moment, then held the poster high and silently took out his cell phone and started recording.

As a crazy fan, it is normal to take videos, photos and group photos.

As for accidentally recording Lu Ziqiao, this is also a normal thing.

…

When Ziqiao came back triumphantly with three hundred and fifty yuan in cash, he proudly took out a hundred-dollar bill and gave it to Nanfeng.

"For your reward."

"Go away, this is obviously the remuneration for my own labor, okay?"

Nanfeng smiled and took the banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket: "What should we do next?"

"Of course we will continue to pick up the plane."

Zi Qiao spread his hands and said: "We finally came to the airport once, it's impossible to make such a small amount of money.

"There are quite a few 18th-tier celebrities here this morning. I have arranged the time according to their flights."

Nanfeng curled his lips: "Lu Ziqiao, you're not just going to take me part-time all day today, are you?"

"It's a beautiful idea, but it's too cheap for you."

Zi Qiao chuckled and said, "By the way, I want to remind you that the airport pick-up just now was considered a drill. From now on, you have to follow me whatever I do."

Nanfeng looked strange and said: "You mean you want me to be two hundred and fifty like you?"

"It's two hundred and five hundred!" Zi Qiao corrected.

"They're almost the same." Nanfeng smiled helplessly.

After all, he is now half in the entertainment industry, so he doesn't reject celebrities and fans like he did when he was a child.

It's just that it's a bit awkward to pretend to be a fan.

Nan Feng thought about it, stretched out his hand and asked Zi Qiao.

"Do you have a mask?"

"Yes." Zi Qiao was already prepared.

…

In this way, Nanfeng and Ziqiao rushed between various exits, becoming the ultimate fanboys of every 18th-tier starlet they had never heard of.

He was busy until about one o'clock in the afternoon. Zi Qiao touched his bulging wallet and looked at Nanfeng with a smile: "How do you feel?"

"I feel nothing but a dry mouth."

Zi Qiao took out two folded posters from somewhere and handed one to Nan Feng: "Then hold on a little longer, this is the last one."

Nan Feng raised his eyebrows when he saw the poster, and looked at Zi Qiao in disbelief.

"Now Zhou Xun needs to buy fans when picking up a plane?"

"Can you please take a closer look, Zhou Xun, her name is Tang Youyou."

"do not know."

Nanfeng shook his head. This was obviously another actor he had never heard of.

Lu Ziqiao said with a bad smile: "Anyway, after picking up her phone, we can go back."

When Nan Feng saw Zi Qiao's evil smile, he immediately felt something was wrong.

He looked around and asked, "Why are there only two of us with the poster this time?"

"Because she is my little aunt." Zi Qiao replied matter-of-factly.

"Little aunt?"

Nan Feng was shocked. He lowered his head and looked at the girl on the poster carefully: "I thought your aunt was at least in her twenties, even if she was not in her thirties.

"But she looks younger than you, right?"

Zi Qiao spread his hands and said, "Yes, she is one or two years younger than me. How about calling her aunt?"

"Isn't this too small?" Nanfeng complained.

Zi Qiao was also helpless: "She is my mother's thirteenth sister."

south wind:……

Mom’s thirteenth sister?

very good, very powerful.

Your grandpa and grandma are really a fierce couple. I guess they have almost no other entertainment activities in the evening.

Nanfeng wanted to ask about the specific situation of Grandpa Qiao and Grandma, but after thinking about it, he chose to give up.

"After a long time, you still came to pick up your aunt."

"That's right. We have to come here to pick up the plane anyway, so why not take this opportunity to make some extra money."

Zi Qiao poked Nanfeng, and he said with a bad smile: "Even if I wear a mask, my little aunt still recognizes me.

"So when my aunt comes later, you alone know what to do, right?"

"How to do it?" Nanfeng asked pretending to be confused.

"Of course, let her feel the enthusiasm and warmth of the fans. Just do what you did now."

"That's it..."

Nan Feng rubbed his chin: "But we will all be roommates in the future, wouldn't it be a bad idea to do this?"

"This is your two hundred and five."

Zi Qiao handed Nan Feng three banknotes.

"Now I'm the only one pretending to be a fan. I feel so ashamed."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go too far."

Ziqiao stared at Nanfeng, who was about to open his mouth.

"Don't forget that it's still my turn. Believe it or not, I'll go on a date with a beautiful girl this afternoon, confirm the relationship, and go straight to home plate tonight. I'll see what you do!"

"Damn, I actually forgot about this."

When Nan Feng heard this, he returned the two hundred and fifty in his hand to Zi Qiao with boredom: "Okay, then I'll do as you say."

In fact, he also wanted to see how Zi Qiao's aunt would react when he pretended to be a fan.

Zi Qiao nodded with satisfaction. Suddenly he pointed to the exit and his eyes lit up.

"Get ready, she's coming out."

Nanfeng turned around and saw a girl dragging a large suitcase who looked very spooky and spirited appeared at the exit.

"What's her name?" Nanfeng, who had a poor memory, confirmed again.

"Tang Youyou, her name is Tang Youyou."

Nanfeng snapped his fingers, then rushed forward with the poster held high.

Zi Qiao also hurriedly hid first.

…

Tang Youyou dragged her heavy suitcase out of the exit.

She looked around and saw no sign of her unreliable nephew.

"This bastard Lu Ziqiao won't just remember to pick up girls again and let me go, right?"

Tang Youyou sighed as usual. Just when she was about to take out her mobile phone from her pocket to contact Lu Ziqiao, a loud shout came from her ears.

"Claire! Claire!"

"Tang Youyou~~I declare to you~~

"My brain and my heart, every organ in my body is saying...

"I declare you!!!"

Youyou was stunned for a moment. She followed the direction of the sound and saw a strange man wearing a mask rushing towards her holding a poster of himself.

Youyou didn't even realize who this man was or what he wanted to do. Just watching this man running toward her with a clear goal, she instinctively used the fastest way to retreat.

Under Nanfeng's stunned gaze, the girl named Tang Youyou decisively let go of her hand holding the big suitcase.

Then……

She did five cartwheels and stepped back.