MC Bookstore Chapter 15 Co-renting
Chapter 15 Co-renting
"What does this mean?" Doraemon's voice trembled slightly.
"This means they've noticed you, but are deliberately avoiding you."
Lin An's fingers tapped unconsciously on his knee:
"As for whether we want to extend this line of thought, wait for instructions from above, or simply haven't made any connections yet, I'm not sure right now."
Lin An actually had an even more terrifying guess that he didn't say aloud: that a certain Doraemon had already been blacklisted and was now just undergoing a final investigation.
Of course, this possibility is very, very low; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get rid of the police so easily this morning.
"Then, what should we do?" Doraemon hugged the mooncake box to his chest, trembling with fear.
Lin An pondered for a few seconds, then sighed deeply:
"To be honest, the only solution I can think of is to remain still and wait for the police to give up on their own."
The more you do, the more mistakes you make.
Without understanding the full picture of the event, any unusual action is superfluous.
Today's public security management relies heavily on sheer numbers, with countless criminal cases and frontline police forces already overwhelmed. This is compounded by the deteriorating traffic situation and the increasing number of transient residents...
If we just wait a few months, this bombing case, which resulted in no casualties, will naturally disappear from the case files.
Once the storm has passed, who will remember that a desk in Building 14 of Dengshikou was once blown up?
Doraemon was terrified. His round body involuntarily moved half an inch to the corner of the bed, as if two policemen would break down the door and pin him to the ground at any moment.
"How about I move further away?"
He said tremblingly, "As long as I stay away from the explosion site and live a law-abiding life for a while, the police will naturally believe that I am not a bad person."
After saying that, he added, "The housing prices near your school are cheap, so if the two of us share an apartment, it will be convenient for you to go to school, and you won't have to take an hour-long bus ride every day..."
"this......"
Lin An's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but he still cautiously replied:
"If we move out as soon as the police arrive, won't that attract more attention?"
Doraemon, unusually quick-witted, thought: "If they were going to arrest me for this, the police would have done it already."
He said in a serious tone, "Besides, you've already entered the Beijing Film Academy. If you insist on taking the bus every day, that would really attract attention."
Lin An actually thought it made sense, and his eyes lit up instantly.
The bus ride from Dengshikou to Beijing Film Academy takes almost an hour, and it's even more unpredictable when there's traffic.
If I can find a place to stay near the school, I can sleep an extra half hour in the morning and have an extra two hours to read or write in the evening.
This is a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.
The only problem is...
"What about your job?"
Lin An couldn't help but say, "I don't know anyone in the HD district, so I can't help you with anything."
"It's okay, I'll figure out a way to solve it myself."
Doraemon said nonchalantly, "I'm a cat-type robot from the 22nd century, I'm sure I can find a job."
That makes sense... Lin An thought of the various dilapidated buildings and outdated facilities on campus.
As long as you have a skill, you won't have to worry about not having work; the only worry is not getting paid for the work.
Lin An glanced at the mooncake box full of change in Doraemon's arms, then touched the 45 yuan he had left in his pocket, and a strange sense of anticipation arose for the days ahead of their shared apartment.
Two people sharing an apartment offer freedom of movement, freedom of speech, and most importantly—freedom to choose their own belongings!
For the past month or so, it felt like he was living in prison.
He didn't dare open the [Future Store] when his parents were home; he didn't dare open it when Lin Yi, that big Buddha, was home; and he didn't even dare open it when Lin Meng, that little trumpet flower, was home.
They were afraid that if they weren't careful, their family members would walk in and catch them red-handed.
Lin An's breathing became slightly rapid.
You can openly browse the product list.
We can study the rules of integration without any restraint.
You can test the items you just redeemed late at night without worrying about being seen by anyone.
Just thinking about it made him feel comfortable all over.
"OK!"
Lin An slapped his thigh, unusually decisive for once:
"You take over the recycling business for the next few days. I'll go look around the school area and see if there are any suitable houses."
Doraemon nodded vigorously.
Lin An suddenly thought of something and tentatively asked:
"Um... how much money have you saved?"
Doraemon instinctively tightened his grip on the mooncake box, his round eyes darting around, and asked in return:
When are you going to pay me back the two thousand yuan I borrowed from you?
"..."
Lin An silently withdrew his gaze, pretending not to have asked anything.
The cicadas are still chirping outside the window.
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"No, no!!!"
Lin's mother slammed her hand on the table, making a loud bang, and said angrily:
"Don't even think about it, I disagree!"
At dinner time, the air in the Lin family's living room dropped to freezing point again.
Lin Angang had just mentioned his idea of moving to a rented apartment near the school when his mother exploded.
Lin's father, holding his rice bowl with his chopsticks suspended in mid-air, was equally shocked.
Lin Yi ate his meal expressionlessly, adopting an attitude of "it's none of my business".
Lin Meng sat on the chair, her feet dangling off the ground, her mouth full of rice, and mumbled:
"Is my older brother moving out?"
"Eat your food." Lin An said without turning his head.
Lin Meng puffed out her cheeks and continued eating her rice.
Lin's mother angrily said, "Why don't you live in our free house? Why do you insist on paying to rent a place? Are you sick in the head?!"
"The school is too far away."
Lin An slammed his bus card on the table and began calculating the bill:
"It takes more than two hours to commute each way every day, which adds up to more than sixty hours a month. Mom, do you know how much I can get done in more than sixty hours?"
"What can you do?"
Lin's mother sneered, "I haven't seen you do much work at home either."
Lin An choked, opened his mouth, and found that he couldn't refute it.
"I can work."
Lin An adjusted his strategy, and his tone became sincere:
"There are many opportunities near the school. I can run errands on film sets or do odd jobs at film and television companies. I can earn money and gain experience at the same time."
Lin's mother scoffed, "You think you can work? You're lucky if you don't cause me trouble and make me pay you back!"
Lin An was about to retort, but then he remembered the 200 yuan fine he had paid that day, and was speechless again.
He composed himself and said seriously:
"I actually found a job; a senior from my university introduced me to it."
Lin's mother asked suspiciously, "Senior?"
Lin An nodded seriously.
Lin's mother glanced at her son's profile, then at Lin's father, and then snorted, saying indifferently:
"What kind of job is it?"
Lin An replied guiltily, "It's a painting job."
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lin An gave him a pleading look, indicating that they would talk about it later.
Lin Yi pursed his lips, but didn't seem to intend to undermine him.
"Drawing? You can draw?" Lin's mother blinked.
Lin An nodded: "Yes."
"What should I draw?"
"Um... a sketch?"
Lin's mother frowned and said, "Then draw one for me to see in a bit."
Lin An: ? ? ?
……
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"Doraemon, you have to help me!"
Back in his room, Lin An hugged Doraemon's leg and cried:
"There must be one, right? A tool that can instantly turn me into a master sketcher!"
Doraemon squinted at Lin An.
At that moment, he seemed to see the figure of an old friend.