Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

7 Days Inn, room 444.

Zhao Gang was sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

Then, he slammed the latest iPhone he was holding onto the blanket and bounced it twice.

She hurriedly picked it up again with a pained expression, her anger still burning.

"Wang Wei is such a big idiot..."

Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out high.

He originally wanted to show off in the group, but Wang Wei's sarcastic remarks made him feel disgusted, like he had swallowed a fly.

What does it mean to clean toilets for rich women?

That was a legitimate engineering subcontracting project!

Although......

Although the initial capital did come from his sister, who was about fifty years older than him, that was called resource exchange!

That takes skill! Not just anyone can bring themselves to do that!

Moreover, everyone is now in the workforce, not in school anymore!

Back in school, I didn't care if people asked me to load goods or pick up cigarette butts. But now that I'm in the workforce, what should they ask me to do?

Why don't they call me Brother Gang?!

Zhao Gang grew angrier the more he thought about it, and reached down to scratch his crotch, feeling an itch.

"hiss--"

This scratch was all it took; the excruciating itch spread like wildfire.

"This is really weird..."

Zhao Gang grimaced; his face had become somewhat red and swollen over the past few days.

Several small, transparent blisters even appeared, and the slightest touch made them so itchy that you wanted to scratch your skin raw.

Sometimes it is accompanied by a fishy or foul smell.

"Could it be that he/she has caught some kind of disease?"

Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly shook his head and tried to reassure himself:

"Impossible. In the past two years, I've only been with Yanyan. She's so well-behaved and clean. It's probably an allergy, or maybe the hotel sheets weren't clean and had mites."

Turning his head, Zhao Gang looked at the woman who was still fast asleep on the bed. It was Zhang Yan, who had bullied Zhang Qian.

At this moment, Zhang Yan was still sleeping soundly on her back, her mouth slightly open, with drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

The blanket had slipped halfway down, revealing a naked, loose-fitting body.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Zhao Gang kicked Zhang Yan in the butt: "What time is it? Are you an idiot?"

Zhang Yan was woken up by the kick. She opened her eyes groggily, rubbing them with sleep.

"Gang-ge... what's wrong? Sleep a little longer..."

"Sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep!" Zhao Gang yanked off the blanket, and a stench of sweat and a strange, fishy smell hit him, almost making him gag.

"Damn it, did you poop on the bed? It stinks!"

"Get up and take a shower and put on makeup! Bai Li is coming today, and maybe that blue-haired guy you bullied will come too. Make sure you look presentable!" Zhao Gang said as he walked to the mirror and picked up the hair gel from the table.

"Zhang Qian?" Upon hearing this name, Zhang Yan instantly became much more alert.

She sat up, a sneer flashing in her eyes: "She dares to come again? I think she wants to be cornered in the bathroom with that pretty boy."

"Hmph, how can I step on him if he doesn't come?" Zhao Gang looked in the mirror, messed up his hair like a chicken coop that had been bombed, and then sprayed hairspray all over his head.

"Listen to me." Zhao Gang stared at Zhang Yan menacingly through the mirror:

"Once we get there, you keep a close eye on that little bitch Zhang Qian. Wasn't she terrified of you back then? Today, you continue to humiliate her, say the ugliest things you can think of."

"If Bai Li dares to protect him, I'll make him lose face here!"

As Zhao Gang was speaking, he felt an unbearable itch in his groin and couldn't help but reach out and scratch the blisters hard a couple of times.

Cool.

The painful pleasure tinged with his own made his expression contort.

"Don't worry, Gang-ge." Zhang Yan climbed off the bed and hugged Zhao Gang from behind. "That Zhang Qian is a pushover. I could make her drop out of school before, and today I'll make sure she can't hold her head up high."

"As for Bai Li..." Zhang Yan sneered, "What's the use of being handsome? Can it put food on the table? When he sees your big gold watch and Audi, Brother Gang, his legs will probably go weak."

"I refuse to believe he can afford a car more expensive than an Audi!"

"Hahaha! You're right!"

Zhao Gang burst into laughter, reached out and slapped Zhang Yan hard on the buttocks, feeling triumphant.

What Bai Li, what Wang Wei?

Today's game is my personal show!

He had even mentally rehearsed countless times the scene of Bai Li bowing and scraping before him, and Zhang Qian trembling in the corner.

however.

Surrounded by the smell of hairspray, Zhao Gang didn't notice that Zhang Yan, who had lifted the blanket, was emitting a garbage dump smell.

The small blisters that Zhao Gang had scratched were now oozing pus.

He fiddled with his hair while muttering to himself:

"Damn it, it's so strange. Ever since I've been with you, you idiot, I've been itchy all the time."