Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

The cause of Zhanbo's narcolepsy has to start with Laura's incident more than ten days ago. I still remember that Zi Qiao asked Zhanbo a question at that time.

What is your aspiration?

This question may seem ordinary, and even Zi Qiao may not have thought about it when he asked it, but it was more serious than simply showing off his skills.

Yes, what is your dream?

Zhanbo was confused by this.

He is different from Wan Yu. Wan Yu has not yet figured out what she loves, while Zhan Bo likes too many and too many things.

He likes aliens, Transformers, computer programming, and designing board games. He even has a superhero heart and wants to save the world...

Just because there are too many options and many hobbies are completely unrelated to each other, Zhan Bo immediately had a problem when facing Zi Qiao's question about his dream.

If it were someone else who encountered such an incomprehensible matter, he could have let it go, but for Zhan Bo, who was particularly serious about certain aspects, he couldn't understand this matter and couldn't even sleep well at night.

So every night Zhanbo seemed to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but in fact he lay there thinking about dreams over and over again. As a result, he thought about it the next morning.

The pitiful sleep time coupled with a certain amount of psychological anxiety caused this young man to finally be unable to resist his physical instinct after resisting for a few days. He casually lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

After waking up during the day, Zhan Bo was surprised to find that he couldn't sleep at all at night.

Then there is a continuous vicious cycle, and then it develops into what everyone sees in front of them.

"No, Zhanbo, you have been thinking about this problem for almost half a month?"

Zi Qiao felt speechless after hearing Zhan Bo's confession.

I thought Zhan Bo was stimulated by Wanyu in some way, and I was planning to wait for him to get better in some time to take him out to pick up girls and practice leveling.

That's what it ended up being.

Zhanbo nodded heavily: "This matter is very important. You must know that all protagonists have dreams."

"ah……"

Meijia and Youyou sighed in disappointment, the flames of gossip in their eyes gradually extinguished.

They thought there would be a shocking revelation behind Zhanbo's narcolepsy, but it turned out that he just couldn't sleep at all because of his thoughts.

What a joy.

"Wait a minute." Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Nan Feng and said with an unkind expression, "If the reason behind this matter was so simple, wouldn't you have heard it a long time ago?"

Nan Feng spread his hands: "Zhan Bo asked me to keep it a secret."

Zeng Xiaoxian pouted and said, "You are really tight-lipped."

Guangu raised his hand and asked doubtfully: "I don't think there is any need to keep this matter secret, right?

"Zhanbo, why did you hide it from us?"

Zhan Bo lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong: "Actually, I don't want to keep it a secret from you, I mainly want to keep it a secret from my sister."

"Why?"

Guangu felt baffled.

"Because I know my sister very well. If she knew about this matter, she would definitely advise me not to think about it so much."

Zhan Bo cleared his throat as he spoke, crossed his arms and screamed in Hu Yifei's tone.

"Lu Zhanbo, let me tell you, don't think about your aliens and Transformers all day long.

“These are all false and do not count.

"Your dream now is to stay here to earn money, buy a house, pick up girls, and continue the family lineage of our old Lu family.

"Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded when they heard this, it was true that Yifei could say this.

Xiaoxian asked bluntly: "So Zhanbo, you have been thinking about it for so many days, have you figured out what your dream is?"

Zhan Bo shook his head in despair: "To be honest, I haven't figured out what I like to do the most.

"But I've figured out what I don't like to do."

He hesitated slightly, and finally asked weakly.

"Would you support me if I said I was going to resign?"

"Resign?!!"

Sure enough, after Zhan Bo finished speaking his thoughts, almost everyone screamed.

"No, Zhanbo, are you sure you want to resign?"

Zeng Xiaoxian began to persuade with earnest words: "Your company is one of the top 500 companies in the world, and there is nothing to say in terms of salary or benefits.

"If nothing else, have you ever seen a programmer like you who can't work overtime a few times throughout the year?

"And you are also a skilled technician. They will definitely give you priority whether it is promotion or salary increase, and they will directly get shares, dividends and bonuses.

"If you work hard for ten years, you can buy a house in Shanghai for the full price."

He asked again: "Are you really sure you want to resign?"

Zhan Bo nodded. He seemed not very interested in the benefits and treatment Zeng Xiaoxian mentioned.

"Actually, my work is not as good as you think, Mr. Zeng.

“The reason why I don’t work overtime is not because of good pay, but because I can do things quickly.

“But I found that the faster I did things, the more work my boss assigned me, and a lot of it was meaningless work.

"It's like they just want me to work overtime at the company, even if it's just to kill time."

He sighed: “And the atmosphere in the company is also very complicated, and I really don’t get used to it.

"Can you imagine, apart from the people under me, the person with the best relationship with me is actually Zhao Wuliang."

"Zhao Wuliang?"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows: "That fat guy you mentioned who looks like Lu Yi, doesn't he have trouble with you?"

"Originally, Zhao Wuliang and I started chatting since the last time Wanyu went to my company to pretend to be my girlfriend.

"Although we are still in a competitive relationship at work and have a fierce battle, our relationship in private is pretty good."

Zhan Bo scratched his head: "Although I don't understand much about human relationships, I can still feel someone's true attitude towards me.

"I always feel like my leader doesn't like me very much."

Zeng Xiaoxian sighed: "I originally thought that I was the only one who had to endure the dregs of workplace culture. I didn't expect that even a genius like you, Zhanbo, would fall into such trouble."

Nan Feng smiled and said, "Teacher Zeng, just be content with what you have. Isn't Lisa good enough for you?"

"That's true." Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't help but feel proud.

Guangu hesitated for a long time before admonishing Zhan Bo: "Zhan Bo, if you have thought about what you want to do and have a clear plan, we will definitely support you.

"But you haven't figured anything out yet. I think you should seriously consider resigning."

"I know."

Zhan Bo yawned: "Actually, I haven't thought about it yet, so I can't sleep every night."

"Zhanbo, I support you."

Zi Qiao patted Zhan Bo on the shoulder: "Life is your own, do whatever you want, don't think too much.

“Planning and thinking will only weaken your ability to act and will not do you much good.

"Just do it now, follow your heart."

"Bah, do you think everyone is just as happy as you?"

Meijia rolled her eyes: "How could you, an unemployed guy, know how hard it is to find a job in Shanghai? What if Zhanbo regrets that you gave him such a high-paying job?

"If you ask me, Zhanbo should think about it carefully, and resigning would be hasty."

This time, Youyou rarely stood with her eldest nephew: "I think what Zi Qiao said makes sense. Just do whatever you want. Don't worry too much. Pursuing your dreams is the most important thing."

Guan Gu shook his head: "It's good to have dreams, but Zhan Bo is also a man, and he will have to bear his own responsibilities in the future.

"If you just pursue your dream without caring about it, it will only hurt Zhanbo.

"Even if he figures out what he wants to do, he should first make plans and develop a development route for the next few decades."

Zi Qiao bluntly rejected Guangu's idea: "I think what you said is wrong. Your thinking is purely an antique from the 1970s."

"You think what I said is wrong?"

Sekiya, who loves to be prudent, suddenly became anxious: "I also said that people like you who think about things one by one are amoeba without brains!"

When Zi Qiao heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied: "After all, you are attacking me personally."

"You were the first to call me an antique."

"I think the amoeba is stronger than you." Meijia snorted coldly.

Youyou looked at Meijia: "Mijia, don't bring personal emotions into the debate."

"I think……"

"I think……"

"..."

Gradually, the people present, except Nanfeng, gradually divided into two groups and argued endlessly.

Zhan Bo was a little confused when he saw the scene in front of him. He turned to look at Nanfeng who was staying away from the incident: "No, I just haven't thought about it yet. Why are they arguing like this?"

"none of your business."

At some point, Nanfeng brought half a watermelon and sat down to eat it with relish: "They are just too bored and must decide whether to win or lose.

"If they want to argue, just let them argue. It just so happens that you can be around to listen to everyone's thoughts."

He said and handed the watermelon in his arms to Zhan Bo: "Young man, do you want to eat melon?"

Zhan Bo thought for a while, then silently stayed away from the five-person debate battlefield and ran to the side to eat melon with Nan Feng.

Nan Feng hooked his hand and led Zhan Bo to the balcony.

He closed the balcony door and said seriously: "Zhan Bo, you'd better slow down the matter with Xiao Hei. You'd better resolve your own matters first."

Yes, there is another very important reason for Zhanbo's narcolepsy problem that he has not told everyone, and that is that he has to spend a lot of time late every night to cooperate with Xiao Hei to complete the physical manufacturing of the treatment device.

Zhan Bo goes to work during the day, thinks about things at night, and completes the tasks Xiao Hei taught him in the early morning. This day is almost full of high-intensity mental work 24 hours a day.

It's a wonder he doesn't fall asleep.