Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 647 A pitifully thick barrier had separated everyone in the apartment.

At this moment, Ziqiao was unaware that he had once again put himself in a completely new predicament because of his impulsive actions.

He asked, puzzled, "Hey, I may be in a bad situation, but you guys don't need to look at me with such pity, do you?"

"No, we think you're in more than just a little bit of trouble."

Yu Mo sighed, took out her small mirror from her pocket, and handed it to Zi Qiao.

Ziqiao took the mirror without understanding why. He only glanced at it, and instantly felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind.

"No!"

"No!!"

The devastated Zi Qiao wanted to slap himself on the forehead, but then he thought that if he did, his forehead would also be marked with the "Optimus Prime" mark.

This made Ziqiao even more devastated.

"No!!!"

He let out a desperate scream.

Nanfeng sighed and stepped forward to pat Ziqiao on the shoulder: "It's okay, Ziqiao, don't be sad or upset. This is just a small price you have to pay for your impulsive actions."

He looked at Ziqiao, his face full of sincerity: "As the saying goes, you learn from your mistakes. It's okay that you suffered a loss this time, just be more careful in your next life."

"Hello!"

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao complained angrily, "Nanfeng, what grudge do I have against you that you would curse me like this?"

"Don't misunderstand, I definitely have no grudge against you, but others might be different." Nanfeng smiled and pointed in a certain direction.

Ziqiao followed Nanfeng's finger and saw Zhanbo staring at him with red eyes, panting heavily, filled with grief and indignation.

"My Optimus Prime!"

Seeing his Optimus Prime, which he had worked on all night to complete, defiled by Zi Qiao in less than five minutes, Zhan Bo was filled with rage.

"Lu! Zi! Qiao!"

"You owe me my perfect Optimus Prime!!!"

Zhanbo roared and pounced on Ziqiao. Seeing that things were not going well, Ziqiao turned and ran, but unfortunately he was caught by the indignant Zhanbo.

The two fell to the ground and began to wrestle like children.

Seeing this, Nanfeng chuckled with schadenfreude, then turned to Guangu and the others to tell them about the results of his and Zhanbo's all-night efforts.

"A nearly new home-style Optimus Prime, low-carbon, environmentally friendly, and easy to assemble, and most importantly, easy to handle afterwards."

"Once 3601 is renovated, we'll sell the cardboard boxes and the men's magazines inside. The money we get might even be enough for Zhanbo and me to have a small barbecue."

"Teacher Nanfeng..."

Curry Sauce, unable to bear it any longer, asked, "Are we just going to watch them fight like this?"

"Never mind, their fighting power is almost zero anyway. They've been fighting for ages and the damage is zero. Let them pull each other's hair like kids."

Nanfeng snorted with a hint of resentment. Although he didn't like Transformers, the thing he had worked on all night was ruined by Ziqiao in less than five minutes.

The fact that he didn't take advantage of the chaos between the two to kick Ziqiao was already a good deed for him.

Hmph, let him get away with it!

and many more……

Nanfeng felt that he might have overlooked some very fatal things.

boom!

As Ziqiao and Zhanbo tumbled over the red paint bucket on the ground, Nanfeng's face instantly turned even redder than the blood-red floor.

If red were graded, Nanfeng's complexion at this moment would certainly not be cherry red, pomegranate red, or even higher grades like blood red or mustard red.

This is Man Jiang Hong!

……

Fifteen minutes later, Nanfeng looked at the floor, which had been cleaned but still had some paint residue, and felt like crying.

"One wrong step can lead to eternal regret..."

He had already done a good deed fifteen minutes ago, so why couldn't he be just a little kinder and a little softer-hearted?

If I were kind-hearted and couldn't stand seeing people fight, I would have just grabbed a broom and chased Zhanbo and Ziqiao away, telling them to go fight outside if they wanted to, and then none of this trouble would have happened.

Now look what's happened! Not only is the floor an eyesore, but cleaning it ruined two of his mops.

"Sigh, it seems it's always better to be kind-hearted."

Nanfeng sighed softly, feeling that she was "not kind enough".

Everyone thought Nanfeng was regretting why he hadn't stopped Zhanbo and Ziqiao from fighting, so Yumo comforted him, "It's okay, Nanfeng, we've cleaned up pretty quickly."

"Look, the paint marks on the tiles aren't actually that noticeable now."

Guan Gu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Nanfeng. Paint spilled on tiles is easy to clean as long as it's not dry. Now, unless you look very closely, you can hardly see it."

Nanfeng said with a bitter face, "But my eyesight is pretty good, and most importantly, I'm a germaphobe."

"Never mind, never mind."

He waved his hand and said helplessly, "I'll bear with it for a few months, and then I'll buy a few more of the same tiles to install later."

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged helpless glances, clearly unable to understand Nanfeng's obsessive-compulsive thoughts.

However, Nanfeng is already considered to be doing well. If it were Teacher Zeng, who has an even more severe case of mysophobia, he would probably be crying like a sissy by now.

As they were talking, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Zhanbo came out wearing a new set of clothes and sporting a tuft of red and blue hair like Qiao's.

Having also finished showering and changing his clothes, Ziqiao walked dejectedly from 3602 into 3603.

"How about it, you two? You can't wash it off at all, can you?"

Youyou asked directly.

Zhanbo, covered in a riot of red paint from the spilled paint, grunted and nodded dejectedly.

Ziqiao, who had the same experience as Zhanbo, plopped down on the sofa, looked up at the sky, and sighed.

"well……"

Be content.

Nanfeng curled her lip: "Luckily I didn't buy cheap, low-quality paint, otherwise you guys would have been in a terrible state."

"Don't worry, the paint color will fade in a few months at most."

Wanyu also stepped forward to comfort Zhanbo: "It's okay, Zhanbo. As long as it doesn't get on your face, it's the same as wearing clothes."

"Everyone says it's the same."

Mika muttered softly, "I know about the Azure Dragon, and I know about the White Tiger, but this Crimson Dragon..."

Zhanbo, Wanyu, Guangu, Youyou, and even Yumo all looked at Meijia in confusion.

"Meijia, what are you talking about, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise?"

Mika was taken aback, then chuckled dryly and waved her hands, "No, I was just making it up."

Her gaze then shifted to Nanfeng, Ziqiao, and Curry Sauce, who were staring at her with admiration.

Nanfeng and his two companions considered themselves seasoned drivers who had been racing for years, but when faced with a racing legend like Meijia, they could only clasp their hands in admiration.

[Disrespect, disrespect. 】

Same to you.

Mika smiled sweetly at the three of them.

The four seasoned veterans of Love Apartment exchanged knowing glances, then looked at the group of clueless guys around them, feeling that a pitifully thick barrier had separated them.

Yu Mo and the others had no idea what these four experienced drivers were thinking at that moment. The five of them were still discussing Zi Qiao and Zhan Bo, who were covered in paint.

Youyou asked, "The marks on their bodies are easy to cover up, but what about those clumps of red and blue hair among them?"

"It's not just about hair."

Ziqiao stretched out his red and blue striped right hand with a mournful expression: "And my hand too."

Zhanbo snorted: "Ziqiao, thank you so much for your hands."

"If it weren't for your hand, none of this would have happened. What's worse... you even grabbed my hair with that hand!"

Ziqiao said plaintively, "Can you please be reasonable? You're the one who came to settle scores with me."

"Our fighting strength is about the same. I have the Vajra Indestructible Technique, and you also have the [Lushan Rising Dragon Strike]. In this situation, I can't just let you have one hand.

Everyone nodded, agreeing that Ziqiao's words made sense.

"So what do we do now?"

Zhanbo asked timidly, "How about we cut off all the hair in the middle?"

The girls unanimously rejected the idea, saying, "No way, that hairstyle is just too ugly!"

"If we don't cut it off, we have to find a way to solve it."

Ziqiao muttered, "Zhanbo is alright, anyway, he already has Wanyu."

"But if I went out with this weird-colored tuft of hair, any girl's first impression of me would be cut in half. How am I supposed to pick up girls then?"

"Hello!"

Upon hearing this, Meijia snorted coldly, "Please get this straight, you made this mess because you were being impulsive. We have no obligation to help you find a solution."

"Alright, now's not the time to talk about this."

Yu Mo suggested, "I happen to have some hair dye, you can just dye your hair and that's it."

"Wanyu, Meijia, you might have to come and help me out, otherwise I can't handle it all by myself."

Wan Yu nodded obediently, while Mei Jia snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Mika, my dear Mika, beautiful and lovely Mika."

Ziqiao tugged at Meijia's sleeve in a very obsequious manner: "Please, have some mercy and help me out."

"Get lost! I hate seeing you!"

Meijia left 3603 and turned to walk towards 3604.

Ziqiao said with a grin, "See, she agreed."

To be fair, Teacher Zeng's approach can be quite effective at times.

Yu Mo nodded: "Okay, let's hurry over then, otherwise I'll have to go to work later."

"Let's go, let's go."

Zhanbo and Wanyu quickly followed Meijia's footsteps.

As Yu Mo and Zi Qiao also got up and left 3603, only Guan Gu, You You, Nan Feng and Curry Sauce remained in the living room.

"Teacher Nanfeng, there's actually a question I've always wanted to ask you."

Curry Sauce looked at the Optimus Prime "front" that separated the dining area from the living room, and finally couldn't help but ask, "This entire passageway is filled with cardboard boxes, how are we supposed to get in?"

Nanfeng clapped his hands and said, quite moved, "Finally, someone has asked the important question."

"Come on, look over here."

Nanfeng led Guan Gu and Curry Sauce to the "door" of Optimus Prime's "front," but this door was a fake door made of a stack of cardboard boxes and painted with paint.

"Forehead……"

Guan Gu pondered, "If we want to get in, we won't have to move this stack of cardboard boxes first, and then manually put them back in place once we're inside, will we?"

"Of course not..."

"I'll do it! I'll do it! I know! Let me announce it!"

Nanfeng had barely begun his explanation when he was interrupted by the impatient Youyou.

Youyou, who has been holding back her words for almost two days, finally has a chance to vent her urge to speak, and she is absolutely not going to let it go.

Looking at Youyou's eager eyes, Nanfeng felt it was time to give her a little treat, so that this ticking time bomb could be less likely to explode.

So Nanfeng reached out and said, "Please begin your performance."

I'm coming

(End of this chapter)