Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

The beauty in the red dress smiled when she heard Zi Qiao's arrogant words: "Mr. Lu Bu, is your purpose in saying this a little too obvious?"

"I can't help it, I'm an honest person. If I don't speak more frankly, I'm worried that you will only treat our chat as a communication between friends."

As he spoke, Zi Qiao showed a shy and innocent smile, as if he was really a simple and inarticulate boy who met the girl he liked and mustered up the courage to charge.

The beauties in the red group raised their eyebrows in surprise, staring at Zi Qiao with their gleaming eyes: "When did we become friends?"

Zi Qiao pretended to be curious and looked around the bar: "Isn't the rule of the bar that one drink means one friend?"

"You're glib, but you don't look as honest as you say."

"Then you must have misunderstood me. Who doesn't know that I, Lu Xiaobu, have always been loyal and filial, and I am a very honest person.

"But honest people generally don't have the courage to strike up a conversation with the beautiful girl they like, so this does not prevent me from being a prodigal son for 8.67 minutes for true love."

[Lu Xiaobu’s mini-class on picking up girls has started: If you want to keep the conversation going, it’s very important to leave something to talk about, because this means that every question and answer the other party asks is actually under your control. 】

[To achieve this goal, the huatou must be conspicuous and interesting enough, such as...]

"Why 8.67 minutes?"

[I casually make up a complete and sworn data. 】

"Because according to an authoritative report from Iceland, the prime time for two people to improve their friendship is within 520 seconds of their first communication.

"If I still can't make you like me during this prime time, then I may not have enough courage to launch a second attack on you."

Authoritative report? Of course Zi Qiao made it up.

As a man who had never passed a grade in any subject from school to graduation, he felt nauseous just hearing the specific name of the report, let alone reading it.

But Ziqiao is picking up girls now, and he is not engaged in any academic exchange. Should he be held responsible for the authenticity of the report?

And in order to increase the credibility of the fabrication, the countries reported cannot be well-known countries such as the United Kingdom, the United States, and Germany, but must be unpopular but familiar countries such as Iceland, Singapore, and Australia, and then record a few of these countries’ own countries. An unknown scientific research magazine is just in case, and you can basically get past most beauties.

If you are still discovered like this... there are so many beautiful women in the world, why can't you change to a stupid one and have to hang yourself from this tree?

However, it was obvious that the beauty in the red dress was not a relevant person in the academic circle. She easily believed the report from Zi Qiao. In other words, she actually did not care whether what Lu Zi Qiao said was true or false.

"If you say so, then you don't have much time left now?"

Zi Qiao nodded and retreated: "So I plan to give up. After all, without the ability in this area, it is really difficult to win over a woman who has someone in her heart simply by relying on her sincerity.

"But the rule of the bar is that a bottle of wine tells a story. For the sake of me buying you a drink, before the bottom of the bottle reaches the bottom, tell me the story in your heart that you have never told anyone else.

“The wine bottle has not yet reached the bottom, we are friends, you can talk to your friends about your troubles.

"When the bottle bottoms out, we are strangers, and you can continue to keep your secrets."

Zi Qiao's body leans forward slightly, which can create a subconscious sense of tension for the person opposite her, making her more inclined to obey her instinctive decision.

"And maybe I can not only profile you in this story... but also profile the protagonist of another story?"

The smile on the face of the beauty in the red dress was as stiff and solid as a sculptured stone statue. She had appeared to be able to face Zi Qiao's successive attacks with ease.

Whether he is laughing or angry, he is more like an actor cooperating with the poor partner opposite him.

But at this moment, her eyes finally showed confusion and expectation that were not part of the plan.

She's into the act.

A career that seems random but actually has a purpose, a long line of reasoning that enhances the credibility of the career, and a bottle of red wine that is not high in alcohol content but is enough to amplify inner emotions.

First reveal too obvious pursuit intentions, then create an image of a reliable and honest person, and finally make the other party relax their guard by retreating in order to advance.

All the previous preparations turned into piled firewood and began to rekindle the long-suppressed fire in her heart.

From the first moment Zi Qiao saw her, he knew that there was someone living in her heart. Zi Qiao had seen such eyes on different people more than once, such as Lisa, such as...

For example, who is coming?

It doesn't matter, it's not important anyway.

The important thing is that a girl with such eyes seems to be unapproachable by strangers, and it is almost impossible to successfully attack her. But in the right way, their impenetrable armor can turn into a one-shot kill.

In other words, as long as you wield your hoe well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down.

For example, now she has begun to have hope: maybe Zi Qiao can really find some useful clues from these few words.

Even if you can't find it, just think of it as venting, and you won't suffer any loss no matter what.

"Let's talk about the first time you met." Zi Qiao didn't even give the beauty in the red dress more time to think carefully before asking, "Do you still remember how long ago that happened?"

The girl in the red dress remained silent, just drinking one cup after another.

Zi Qiao felt that the heat was already just right, so she didn't urge her too much and just refilled her glasses one after another.

Suddenly, the beauty in the red dress snatched the red wine bottle from Zi Qiao's hand and drank it down.

boom!

With the sound of the empty red wine bottle hitting the table, the woman in the red dress finally spit out an accurate number: "Four hundred and seventy-five days."

Then, before Zi Qiao could continue to ask questions, the girl in the red dress had already begun to whisper softly due to her drunkenness. She looked at the chandelier on the top of the bar with drunken eyes, as if she had returned to the brightly lit bar again.

"It was the third night of my official relationship. Someone told me that the bastard I just dated actually already had a girlfriend, so I went to the bar where the bastard was partying.

"I grabbed two bottles of wine from the bar and confronted that bastard. In fact, I almost forgot the content of the quarrel. I only remember that I was so angry that I smashed the wine bottle at him.

"That scumbag was quite agile and he dodged the wine I threw. However, he couldn't avoid my wine, but he couldn't avoid the slap from his former girlfriend.

"The two of us worked together to teach him a lesson, and that scumbag no longer had the shame to stay in this bar. Later, the little girlfriend also left, and I was left in the bar to keep drinking.

"Later...he appeared in front of me just like you."

Zi Qiao knew that from now on, the "he" the girl in the red dress was referring to was not the previous scumbag ex, but the real male protagonist in the story.

"He is the resident singer in this bar. He was singing on the stage when I was tearing up the scumbag. Strangely enough, we were so noisy that everyone gathered around to join in the fun. He was still there. There he was minding his own business, playing his guitar and singing his songs.

"Until I threw the wine bottle at the scumbag, I didn't hit the scumbag but instead smashed his guitar. The guitar fell to the ground and broke several strings. I remember that the scumbag's little girlfriend taught the scumbag a lesson. At that time, he even picked up the broken guitar and smashed it on the scumbag.

"If a few broken strings may be repaired and still usable, then after the guitar is used as a sledgehammer, you can basically say goodbye to the music industry."

Zi Qiao understood: "So he came to you to pay for his guitar?"

The girl in the red dress shook her head: "He came to ask me to compensate him for that song."

Zi Qiao: "???"

To this day, the girl in the red dress still laughs when she thinks of the scene at that time: "He said: Miss Harley Quinn, let us leave the guitar thing aside for now. The farce you just made directly interrupted my singing. , and it has ruined my interest in continuing to sing.

"Then as compensation, should you go on stage generously and help me sing the last half of the song today?"

"Then why did he call you Harley Quinn?"

"Because in his eyes, the three of us were performing a clumsy clown farce just now, and the woman who sat in a bar and shed tears just because she was deceived by a man she had just dated for three days was simply the clown among clowns. .”

Hearing this, Zi Qiao instantly developed a liking for the unidentified male protagonist. This is how heroes think alike.

Isn't it just that you were cheated by a man? You have been beaten and beaten, and the revenge has been finished. You are still sulking over there. It is simply asking for grievance. If you are really angry, just wait until he gets better and then give him a good beating.

I really hope that all the girls he has deceived will have such a clear understanding, and the matter will be over with a few clean slaps and kicks.

Why must things develop into a mind-numbing script where love and hate are entangled, and grudges are intertwined?

"and after?"

"Later, I thought he was crazy, so I paid him no money to buy him a guitar, but forced me to go on stage to sing. He thought I was like a clown, saying that there were so many fun things in the world that I didn't want to do, but I wanted to do it for a person. Men who have nothing to do with each other from now on spend time, kill their minds, and harm their bodies.

"After making a lot of noise, he told me that his off-duty time was up and now he was going to experience more fun things. Then with a look of sympathy on his face, he asked me to just stay in the bar and stink."

"Finally..."

The woman in the red dress stared blankly at the door of the bar, as if at this moment there was a young man with blond hair in a riveted leather jacket walking leisurely out of the bar.

"I have already said hello to the barmaids. They will make sure to ask for your mobile phone password before you get drunk. Then call your daughter who is already very old and still has to work hard because of herself. Parents, ask them to pick you up and pay for your drinks.

"When you sober up the next day, remember to bring some small gifts to thank the waitresses who have been forced to increase their workload because of you. I will send them strawberry cake tomorrow night, so don't give me heavy gifts.

"Miss Harley Quinn, after drinking tonight's wine, just treat yourself as dead for once.

"As I said before, many things in this world are more interesting than you think."

Looking at the singer who finished explaining everything and then got off work at the right time, she somehow felt a strange sense of courage.

"Hey, singer." She chased after him panting, "Those things are really as interesting as you said?"

The singer turned his head in surprise, revealing a handsome face that was incompatible with his outfit.

He pondered for a while and then said: "Whether those things are interesting or not, you have to try them one by one to know."

His voice is light and elegant, but also carries the enthusiasm that only young people can have. It is like a wisp of breeze that moves freely with one's own thoughts.

"Then you take me to try with you."

"……boarding."