Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 335 Zhanbo Wants to Resign

The reason for Zhanbo's narcolepsy can be traced back to what happened to Laura a dozen days ago. I remember Ziqiao asked Zhanbo a question back then.

What is your dream?

This question seemed ordinary, and Ziqiao might not have even thought it through when he asked it, but the simple-minded Zhanbo took it seriously.

Yes, what is my dream?

Zhanbo was confused by this.

Unlike Wanyu, who hasn't figured out what she loves yet, Zhanbo has too many and too varied interests.

He likes aliens, Transformers, computer programming, designing board games, and even harbors a superhero's dream of saving the world...

Because there are too many options and too many different hobbies, Zhanbo was stumped when faced with Ziqiao's question about his dream.

If it were anyone else encountering something they couldn't understand, they could put it aside. But for Zhanbo, who was particularly meticulous in certain aspects, this matter was so perplexing that he couldn't even sleep well at night.

So every night, Zhanbo would seemingly go back to his bedroom to sleep, but in reality, he would lie there tossing and turning, pondering the question about dreams until the very next morning.

The pitifully little sleep time, coupled with a certain amount of psychological anxiety, caused this young man to finally succumb to his physiological instincts after enduring for several days. He simply lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

After waking up during the day, Zhanbo was surprised to find that he couldn't sleep at all at night.

Then it became a vicious cycle, which eventually led to the situation we see today.

"Seriously, Zhanbo? You've been thinking about this one question for almost half a month?"

Ziqiao was speechless after hearing Zhanbo's confession.

He thought Zhanbo had been provoked by Wanyu, and was planning to take him out to pick up girls and level up his skills once he was in better shape.

So that's what happened.

Zhanbo nodded emphatically: "This matter is very important. You must know that all the main characters have dreams."

"what……"

Meijia and Youyou sighed in disappointment, the gossip in their eyes gradually dying out.

They thought there was some shocking secret behind Zhanbo's narcolepsy, but it turned out he just didn't sleep at all because he was thinking about things at night.

What a disappointment!

"Wait a minute," Zeng Xiaoxian said, looking at Nanfeng with an unfriendly expression. "If the reason behind this were so simple, wouldn't you have already heard about it?"

Nanfeng shrugged: "Zhanbo asked me to keep it a secret."

Zeng Xiaoxian pouted and said, "Your mouth is really tight."

Guan Gu raised his hand and asked in confusion, "I don't think there's anything to keep secret about this, is there?"

"Zhanbo, why did you keep this from us?"

Zhanbo hung his head, like a child who had done something wrong: "Actually, I didn't want to keep it a secret from you, I mainly wanted to keep it a secret from my sister."

Why?

Guan Gu was baffled.

"Because I know my older sister too well. If she knew about this, she would definitely tell me not to think about it so much."

Zhanbo cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and screamed in Hu Yifei's tone.

"Lu Zhanbo, let me tell you, stop thinking about your aliens and Transformers all day long."

"These are all fake and don't count."

"Your current dream is to stay here honestly, make money, buy a house, pick up girls, and carry on the Lu family line."

"Did you understand?"

Everyone nodded in agreement; these words truly sounded like something Yifei would say.

Xiaoxian asked bluntly, "So Zhanbo, after thinking about it for so many days, have you figured out what your dream is yet?"

Zhanbo shook his head dejectedly: "To be honest, I haven't figured out what I like to do the most yet."

"But I've figured out what I don't like to do."

He hesitated slightly, but finally asked weakly.

"If I told you I'm planning to resign, would you support me?"

"Resign?!!"

Sure enough, after Zhanbo finished explaining his idea, almost everyone screamed.

"No, Zhanbo, are you sure you want to resign?"

Zeng Xiaoxian began to earnestly persuade him: "Your company is a Fortune 500 company, and the salary and benefits are unbeatable."

"Putting everything else aside, have you ever seen a programmer who works overtime only a few times a year like you?"

"Moreover, you are a technical expert, so they will definitely give you priority in promotions and raises. You'll also receive a lot of stock options, dividends, and bonuses."

"If you work diligently for ten years, you can buy an apartment in Shanghai outright."

He asked again, "Are you really sure you want to resign?"

Zhanbo nodded, seemingly uninterested in the benefits and treatment Zeng Xiaoxian had mentioned.

"Actually, my job isn't as good as you think, Teacher Zeng."

"I don't have to work overtime because the pay is good, but because I work fast."

"But I found that the faster I did things, the more work my boss assigned me, and much of it was meaningless."

"It's like they just want me to work overtime at the company, even if it's just killing time."

He sighed, "And the atmosphere in the company is also very complicated, which I really don't adapt to."

"Can you imagine? Aside from my own men, the person I'm closest to is actually Zhao Wuliang."

"Zhao Wuliang?"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised an eyebrow: "Is it that fat guy you mentioned who looks exactly like Lu Yi? Doesn't he and you two get along?"

"Originally, after Wanyu came to my company and pretended to be my girlfriend, Zhao Wuliang and I started chatting."

"Although we are still in competition at work and fight fiercely, our relationship in private is quite good."

Zhanbo scratched his head: "Although I don't understand social etiquette very well, I can still sense how someone truly feels about me."

"I always feel like my boss doesn't really like me."

Zeng Xiaoxian sighed: "I originally thought that only I had to put up with this kind of dregs in the workplace culture, but I never expected that even a genius like you, Zhanbo, would fall into this kind of trouble."

Nanfeng laughed and said, "Teacher Zeng, you should be content. Isn't Lisa good enough to you?"

"That's true." Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't help but feel smug.

After hesitating for a while, Guan Gu still advised Zhan Bo: "Zhan Bo, if you have figured out what you want to do and have a clear plan, we will definitely support you."

"But you haven't figured anything out yet, so I think you should seriously consider resigning."

"I know."

Zhanbo yawned: "Actually, I haven't decided yet, which is why I can't sleep every night."

"Zhanbo, I support you."

Ziqiao patted Zhanbo on the shoulder: "Your life is your own. Do whatever you want. Don't overthink it."

Planning and thinking will only weaken your ability to act and will not bring you much benefit.

"Right now, follow your heart."

"Pah! Do you think everyone is like you, only caring about momentary pleasure?"

Meijia rolled her eyes: "How could you, an unemployed guy, possibly know how hard it is to find a job in Shanghai? What if Zhanbo regrets it later? You'll have to compensate him with such a high-paying job."

"If you ask me, Zhanbo, you should think it over carefully. Resigning is too hasty."

This time, Youyou stood with her eldest nephew, which was rare for her: "I think Ziqiao is right. Just do what you think is right and don't worry too much. Pursuing your dreams is the most important thing."

Guan Gu shook his head: "It's good to have dreams, but Zhanbo is also a man, and he has responsibilities to bear in the future."

"If we recklessly pursue our dreams, it will only hurt Zhanbo."

Even if he figured out what he wanted to do, he should first make a plan and formulate a development path for the next few decades.

Ziqiao bluntly rejected Guangu's idea: "I think you're wrong. Your thinking is purely outdated from the 1970s."

"You think what I said is wrong?"

Guan Gu, always one to argue, immediately snapped, "I could have said that people like you, who act on a whim, are like brainless amoebas!"

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao immediately became dissatisfied: "It's one thing to say, but it's another to make personal attacks."

"You were the one who called me old-fashioned first."

"I think even amoebas are stronger than you," Mika scoffed.

Youyou looked at Meijia: "Meijia, don't let personal emotions get in on the debate."

"I think..."

"I think..."

"..."

Gradually, the people present, except for Nanfeng, split into two factions and argued endlessly.

Zhanbo was a little stunned by the scene before him. He turned to look at Nanfeng, who seemed uninvolved, and said, "No, I just haven't figured out why they're arguing like this."

"It's none of your business."

Nanfeng, who had somehow brought over half a watermelon, sat down and started eating it with relish: "They're just too bored, they have to argue until one of them wins."

"Let them argue if they want to. It's a good opportunity for you to hear everyone's thoughts."

He handed the watermelon he was carrying to Zhanbo: "Hey kid, want some watermelon?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhanbo quietly left the debate battlefield with Nanfeng and went to the side to watch the show.

Nanfeng beckoned Zhanbo to the balcony.

He casually closed the balcony door and said seriously, "Zhanbo, you should put off dealing with Xiao Hei for a while. You should take care of your own business first."

That's right, there's another very important reason why Zhanbo has narcolepsy that I haven't told everyone: he also has to spend a lot of time every night working with Xiaohei to complete the physical manufacturing of the treatment device.

Zhanbo works during the day, thinks about things at night, and has to complete the tasks Xiao Hei taught him in the early hours of the morning. His day is almost entirely filled with high-intensity mental work.

It would be strange if he didn't fall asleep.

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)