"Squeak!"

The sound of the door being pushed open caused the two people in the room to stop arguing and subconsciously turn their heads to look.

"Snapped!"

Chen Yu clapped his hands, opened his arms, and said excitedly: "Professor!"

"You...you are..."

inside the house.

Zhen Conming, who was dressed in rags and had his pants pulled up, saw the familiar figure in front of the door. He stood there dumbly as if he had been hit by a hammer.

"Professor Zhen, do you still remember me?"

"Professor?" The person arguing with Zhen Conming was suspicious. His eyes looked back and forth between Chen Yu and Zhen Conming, and finally settled on Zhen Conming: "You pervert are you a professor? What professor? You teach hybrid knowledge?"

"roll!"

Pushing away the "obstacle" in front of him, Zhen Conming's eyes gradually turned red, his feet staggered, his hands trembled, and he hugged Chen Yu tightly: "Dear brother!"

"Professor." Chen Yu was moved.

"Good brother!" Suddenly, Zhen Cong cried out in grief.

"Chen Yu!"

"My soulmate!"

"How could I forget you..."

For a moment, both the middle-aged people inside the house and the BBs outside the house, Bahuang Yao and Chen Siwen, all had strange eyes.

"Sister." BB tilted his head: "What is a confidant?"

"Bosom friend... hemorrhoids, prostitutes, chickens..." Chen Siwen buried her head in thought: "Wait a minute, let me think about the dirty talk."

Bahuang Yao: "..."

"Miss, do you know?" BB looked at Bahuang Yao again.

"Ah, a confidant is a good friend who knows oneself, understands oneself, and understands oneself."

"Oh." BB said thoughtfully: "Sister, do you have a confidant?"

"Me?" Yao Xiu of Bahuang frowned slightly, subconsciously recalling Duan Ye's figure in his mind: "Well... probably not. I do have good friends. Oh, by the way, why do you call me Miss?"

"In ancient times, maids called people who needed to be served, didn't they always call them miss? If they were serving a boy, they would call them young master."

"Ya...maid..." Bahuang Yao immediately became nervous: "We are friends! Don't call me miss..."

Upon hearing this, BB pretended not to hear.

joke.

What are friends for?

Do you treat your friends as food?

Can friends marry someone together?

Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just in time for "two people" to get married.

Wouldn't it be beautiful if we could be married together as a dowry maid?

"This is called resource integration."

BB thinks of this...

inside the house.

The two hugged each other for ten minutes before reluctant to separate.

Chen Yu's face was complicated: "Professor, you..."

"I know what you want to say." Zhen Conming wiped away his turbid tears: "Yes, I have lost weight recently."

Chen Yu: "It's not about being thin. It's about you..."

"I know." Zhen Conming nodded: "I've gotten older recently."

Chen Yu: "It's not the old man, but you..."

"Oh, that must be because I have lost my fighting spirit."

"No." Chen Yu spoke faster to prevent the other party from interrupting: "It's because your pants fell off."

"Um……"

Zhen Congming lowered his head, glanced at his pants, and lifted them up calmly: "I was busy just now, and I didn't even have time to tie them on. It's funny."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Yu comforted: "I often don't wear pants."

"Yeah, it's quite troublesome."

"So he is such a confidant..." Chen Siwen muttered softly.

Hearing the sound, Zhen Conming reacted and looked at the three women outside the house: "Chen Yu, who are these three?"

"Oh, Professor Zhen, let me introduce you." Chen Yu turned sideways: "This is Chen Siwen, my sister. If you have followed the World College Competition, you should know this. She was my classmate at the time.

Bahuang..."

"Please stop for a moment." The middle-aged man in the room couldn't help but interrupt: "We'll talk about old times later. I want to ask what I do with my pigs."

"I'll kill a dead pig! What can you do to me?"

The communication with her confidant was interrupted, which made Zhen Conming very angry. He grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and said with murderous intent: "Believe it or not, I'll do it with you too?"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale as his feet were off the ground.

Only then did he realize that the other party was a warrior.

A warrior is brave!

They have astonishing destructive power. No matter how kind-hearted they are, the hostility still exists in their hearts.

Just like a tiger taking a nap.

If it is full of food and drink, and in a happy mood, others will pet it like a cat.

But once the anger rises, it will pamper people like a cat pampering a mouse...

"Professor, calm down." After observing for a while, Chen Yu stepped forward to break up the fight: "An animal is still dead. There is no need to get angry. I will compensate him."

"What compensation should I pay?" Zhen Congming glared: "It's a dead pig, can't I study it?"

"But...but we need food at home..." The middle-aged man shivered.

"You can't eat it after washing it?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

"It's all protein, what's the relationship? Did you learn physics in junior high school for nothing?"

Everyone: "..."

Outside the house, Chen Siwen covered BB's eyes in shame: "Don't look."

"It doesn't matter." BB blinked: "I can see through it."

Bahuang Yao stopped at the door, hesitated a little, took out two hundred yuan from his pocket, entered the house, and handed it out: "Uncle, do you think I can give you these as compensation?"

"Hmm... OK, OK." Seeing the steps, the middle-aged man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "You don't need two, one is enough."

"Little girl, you don't need to pay." Putting down the middle-aged man, Zhen Congming said seriously: "Even if you pay compensation, I still have one hundred yuan. I will pay it myself."

As he said that, he put his hand into his worn coat, and after rummaging around for a while, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then regained his calm expression: "Well... little girl, can you lend me a hundred yuan?"

Bahuang Yao Nana handed it over.

Zhen Conming took it and threw it to the middle-aged man: "Don't you just want compensation? Get on your donkey and let's go."

Chen Siwen: "Is it a donkey from the production team?"

…

Three minutes later.

The middle-aged man took the donkey away.

Zhen Congming warmly invited everyone into the house.

Based on his respect for Chen Yu, he was also extremely close to Chen Siwen and others. He served tea and water with a very low profile.

Chen Siwen and others were flattered.

Because through Chen Yu's introduction, they already knew Zhen Conming's identity.

Tsinghua University Professor!

That is a strong man at least level 5 or above...

"Professor, don't be like this." Chen Siwen, who was usually fearless, suddenly became frightened: "Don't serve tea, your life will be shortened."
To be continued...