Roommate Daily Research Report

There were two girls standing at the door, one was petite and looked very quiet, the other was taller and looked very lively.

The tall one had a surprised smile on his face.

The bewildered look on Cheng Xinyi's face lasted only a moment, and then he said politely, "Long time no see."

Shu Yang waited for him to ask if he wanted to have dinner together, but Cheng Xinyi seemed to be ignorant, just put his head down and stuffed the meal into his mouth.

The two girls stood by for a while, Shu Yang couldn't be as calm as Cheng Xinyi, and was about to talk about eating together, when the short one smiled and said, "Let's go, Jingjing, I have to go shopping."

Shu Yang couldn't see Fang Jing's expression, but she heard her voice calmly, and said, "Then let's go, senior. I'll treat you to dinner another day. Senior Ting Zhou gave me the book."

Cheng Xinyi gave a "hmm" and said, "See you another day."

After the two left for a while, Shu Yang smiled: "Why are you so rude? You don't ask people to eat together."

"You got it." Cheng Xinyi said, "As an afterthought, why didn't you call it?"

Shu Yang said frankly: "I don't want to eat with strangers, but if you want, I won't refuse."

"Why didn't you refuse?" Cheng Xinyi frowned, "If you want to refuse, you can refuse, this is your right."

Shu Yang looked up at him, saw that his cheeks were flushed, and thought it was funny: "Are you shy when you see a pretty girl?"

Cheng Xinyi glanced at him: "No wonder! I just can't eat spicy food."

The boss next to him just came to serve the dishes: "You guys can't eat spicy food, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll go and fry something non-spicy for you."

Cheng Xinyi smiled and said, "Thank you uncle!"

Shu Yang smiled: "It's what I did, I said I can eat spicy food."

"Whether you can eat and whether you can eat are two different things." Cheng Xinyi took a big sip of water, "I lent your book to that school girl, the tall one."

Shu Yang nodded.

Cheng Xinyi knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, waited for a while to see if he didn't speak, and said, "She told my aunt that she couldn't borrow it, so I borrowed it for her."

Shu Yang nodded again.

Cheng Xinyi looked at him unwillingly, and when he asked, Shu Yang didn't respond.

After a while, I still couldn't help but said to myself: "Her father and my aunt are colleagues. It was said at the dinner table that I can't refuse. I didn't flirt."

Shu Yang chuckled and said, "I know."

The boss served the stir-fry without chili, and also brought a stack of side dishes, saying it was a gift.

Cheng Xinyi thanked him, watched the boss walk away, and asked Shu Yang in a low voice, "Why is the boss treating you so well?"

"The boss is nice to everyone." Shu Yang replied, "I worked here for a period of time as an undergraduate."

Cheng Xinyi said "oh", "Have you ever done any job?"

"No." Shu Yang said seriously, "I've never cooked a duck."

Cheng Xinyi leaned back on the chair, his eyes went out of joy: "I can see that you are prudish."

After the two of them finished their meal, Shu Yang went to pay the bill and chatted with the boss for a while.

Cheng Xinyi was standing on the side of the street smoking a cigarette, facing the direction of the alley entrance, not knowing what he was looking at.

When Shu Yang went out, he happened to see two girls coming out of a flower and bird shop not far away. Fang Jing was holding potted flowers in her hand and beckoning to Cheng Xinyi.

"The little girl likes you quite calmly." Shu Yang smiled, "Generous and cute."

Cheng Xinyi put out his cigarette and glanced at him, "I know. Li Tingzhou, a traitor, must have told Fang Jing that he saw me."

"Let's go." Shu Yang said.

The two walked towards the entrance of the alley, and when they reached the entrance of the flower and bird shop, the two-person walk became a double square.

Cheng Xinyi introduced Shu Yang to the two girls, only saying that he was a senior.

When Fang Jing heard that she borrowed the book from Shu Yang, she quickly thanked her and asked a few professional questions, which Shu Yang answered patiently and gently.

Cheng Xinyi kept a blank face, and used another girl named Qiao Qiao as the background board.

After going around in a circle and sending the two of them to the school gate, Shu Yang looked back and teased, "I'm still looking back, do you want to turn around too?"

"Senior, you are in a good mood." Cheng Xinyi said.

Shu Yang spread out his hands: "I'm doing this for your own good."

Cheng Xinyi stopped talking.

After wandering back, Shu Yang received a message from Zhou Ting as soon as he got out of the elevator, a pile of materials, a large section of chat history, and a tweet on the official account.

A message at the end: "Can I start writing today? This is the client's request. It should be written as a soft article, and the style should follow the above one. Please make a brief outline first and I will send it to the client."

Shu Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the job without saying anything.

He bowed his head to reply to the news, Cheng Xinyi leaned against the wall and sang leisurely: "Little rabbit, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come back."

Shu Yang touched the key: "If I don't come back with you, you won't enter the house?"

"If you don't come back with me, I will bring the key." Cheng Xinyi smiled, "Anyway, you will definitely bring it."

After entering the house, Shu Yang went straight to the bedroom to turn on the computer. Just after opening the file, Cheng Xinyi shouted in the living room: "Will I disturb you by playing the guitar?"

"No." Shu Yang responded, "Play better."

After the words fell, there was a sudden harsh noise outside, Cheng Xinyi randomly plucked at the strings, and asked loudly, "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good." Shu Yang smiled, looking down at what Zhou Ting sent.

I haven't written much of this kind of commercial copywriting before, and the customer's request is very strange. It is obviously a promotion of a milk tea shop. The style must be tall and at the same time, the price must be affordable.

Shu Yang always sinks in quickly when doing things, and after 2 minutes, he can't notice Cheng Xinyi's noise. Cheng Xinyi stretches his head to have a look, and starts to play the tune seriously.

From "Castle in the Sky" to "That Summer", and from "Green Sleeves" to "Canon", Shu Yang sent a brief frame, only to realize that the voice came from Cheng Xinyi.

He got up and went to the living room. The song was only halfway through. Cheng Xinyi glanced at him and insisted on finishing it.

Shu Yang applauded and said with a smile: "I thought someone's mobile phone player was not turned off."

Cheng Xinyi grinned: "If you invite me to dinner, I will accompany you. Is it worth it? I won't even play when others ask me to play."

He put his left hand on the neck of the violin. An adult man's hand is well-articulated, with slender and powerful knuckles, and he looks very happy.

Shu Yang withdrew his gaze and stretched his waist: "Are you good at any musical instrument?"

"Of course not." Cheng Xinyi whispered, "But the music theory is the same, and it can always make it loud when you hold it in your hand. It's okay to lie to you."

Shu Yang smiled, in fact, even if he was a layman, he could tell that Cheng Xinyi played very well just now.

The notification sounded for new news on the computer, and Zhou Ting said that the framework could continue to be written, and sent over a dozen documents by the way.

Zhou Ting: "This is a template for all kinds of business copywriting. You should feel it first."

Shu Yang replied "Okay", stretched his waist and started to work.

He has always written quickly. After he has a framework, it takes almost half an hour for a one-thousand-word soft article.

After sending the things over, Zhou Ting replied after a while: "Student, your speed is a bit awesome. I glanced at it, and it's really good. I'll send it to the client at night. Please help me look at the next case."

Shu Yang took the documents and chat records, thinking in his heart, judging by Zhou Ting's attitude, he should be a part-time writer who gets paid according to the number of words, and he still has to find a formal job.

I was a little irritable after thinking about it, and when I was irritable, the news came again.

The news came from Ma Rui, a postgraduate roommate. We have different majors, and we rarely communicate with each other, and we haven't talked since graduation.

Shu Yang clicked on the message, and he said anxiously: "Shu Yang, can you help me forward a recruitment notice to the group of your department? The school is about to start, and the classes in the Academic Affairs Office are all scheduled, and now no one is in class!"

Following a recruitment notice, Shu Yang glanced at it and found that Huaicheng Art College was recruiting a part-time teacher to teach college Chinese, two days a week, 70 yuan per class, and required a Chinese major and a master's degree certificate.

Most of the public teaching in this kind of independent college is like this. The full-time teachers are enough for daily use. There is a semester of college Chinese every year, and some part-time teachers are now recruited, which can save a basic salary.

Even the class fee can be reduced by ten yuan per class.

But it's really too late to recruit now.

Shu Yang: "I'm afraid this is not easy to find."

Ma Rui: "That's right, so my mother is in a hurry, and she has to get a degree certificate and it's only a part-time job. I can only see if there are any classmates who haven't been working for a while after the World War II."

Shu Yang paused for a while, then replied to the message: "Do you think I'm successful?"

One of Ma Rui's greatest advantages is that he doesn't ask too many questions, and he doesn't care why Shu Yang has time to work part-time, he just said "I think it will work", then turned around and gave Shu Yang's contact information to his mother.

His mother is also a vigorous and resolute person. She came up and introduced her surname as Zhao. Without a word of nonsense, she immediately asked for Shu Yang's bank card number and ID number.

After Shu Yangfa passed by, he found that he had been drawn into the group of teachers.

Teacher Zhao immediately threw a class schedule to him, and asked for his address, saying that he would send him the teaching materials tomorrow, and the job number would come out in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

Shu Yang: "..."

I thought it was going to be a trial lecture or an interview, so why not ask a few questions first?

Just as he was hesitating, the message from Teacher Zhao came again: "This is your first time in class? Don't worry, the school starts every other week, and I don't have time to listen to your trial lecture. Ma Rui said that your grades are good and your expression skills are very good, so I don't worry."

Shu Yang quickly thanked him.

When no new messages popped up from the window, Shu Yang stretched himself, got up and walked to the door.

He leaned against the door, looked at Cheng Xinyi who was working seriously with his head down, and said, "Student Xiaocheng, you are really my lucky star."

Cheng Xinyi was tuning the sound, looking up at him inexplicably: "Huh?"

"My luck has improved since you took me in." Shu Yang pretended to have broken hair on his forehead, and twirled his fingers between his brows, and said, "If the extremes come, the bottom of the valley will definitely rebound!"

Cheng Xinyi didn't know what he was suddenly nervous about, but he was very happy to get nervous together, so he played a beautiful chord, finally raised his hand high, and said happily: "Yeah!"

Shu Yang smiled.

"Want to drink?" Cheng Xinyi asked.

Shu Yang glanced back at the balcony, only to see that the sky was getting dark, and hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry, I didn't notice that it was getting dark, and I kept you waiting for so long."

Cheng Xinyi frowned: "There's nothing to apologize for."

Shu Yang smiled: "Let's go, I will make amends to you."

In fact, apart from Qian Kun and the others, Shu Yang didn't have much communication with his roommates, and he didn't know if Cheng Xinyi was too familiar with him. In less than ten days, Shu Yang felt that he was quite familiar with him.

But it can't be called a friend either.

After all, roommates are just roommates, and the relationship is probably just right.

The two packed up and went out, Shu Yang took Cheng Xinyi to the old street, Cheng Xinyi looked around curiously: "How do you know everything?"

"You'll know after living here for a long time." Shu Yang smiled, "There are new development zones over there, and many things are expensive, so you have to go to the old city."

"Who do you usually hang out with?" Cheng Xinyi asked again.

Shu Yang felt it was funny: "Myself, who should I talk to?"

Cheng Xinyi nodded, and bumped into him two seconds later, his whole body was almost on Shu Yang's back, and he looked at the street with disgust.

Shu Yang followed his gaze and saw that it was an aquatic product shop, and the owner was cutting eels at the door.

The slippery body was constantly curling, and it looked like it had exerted enough strength. After being knocked unconscious, it turned into a soft long strip. A nail was inserted into the head to fix it on the wooden board, and the knife in the man's hand swam past.

The eel struggled for a while.

But it can't disturb the hand of the knife holder.

The water rushed over, the blood flowed down the wooden boards, and flowed into a stream on the side of the street.

Shu Yang turned to look at him: "Afraid?"

Cheng Xinyi shook his head and pulled him away quickly: "It's not that I'm afraid, but I just feel goosebumps and my teeth are sore."

"If the eel didn't struggle, would your teeth still be sore?" Shu Yang asked.

Cheng Xinyi thought for a while, then shook his head.

Shu Yang smiled and said nothing.

Finally, I arrived at a barbecue restaurant with a shed on the side of the street.

The two found a seat at the farthest side of the tarpaulin, picked up food and ordered wine. Just as they sat down, Shu Yang's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and took a look, but didn't answer.

The phone kept ringing tirelessly, and Cheng Xinyi asked a little cautiously, "Why didn't you answer it?"

Shu Yang was quiet for a while, then the phone rang again.