I choose a beautiful girl roommate over a domestic gigolo

His skin was better than any woman's, his wild eyebrows were beautiful and evil, his deer eyes were always wide open, and under his innocent eyes were lips like cherry blossoms.

The beautifully arched scapula looked like a young sculpture from ancient Greek mythology. She couldn't help but press herself against it...

Su Younian slapped his head which was about to explode with pain, and sat up on the big bed with his arms.

An Ruoyun was wrapped in a bath towel, sitting in front of the mirror, drawing her eyebrows. When she saw him sitting up in the mirror, she quickly handed him the watch and said, "I've charged your watch. This is a charger. You only need to charge it once a month. I don't need to explain the rules of using the Divine Beast outside of school!"

"How did I fall asleep?" Su Younian stretched his ankles and looked at the time on his watch. "It's already three o'clock."

He came here at 5pm and slept for such a long time. This is abnormal. His sleep quality is not good. He is not particular about his bed and will not fall asleep in anyone's bed.

The data cable that An Ruoyun handed over looked like an ordinary data cable. Su Younian pinched it in disbelief: "What's going on? Isn't this exactly the same data cable I have at home? What's going on? Is yours blessed?"

"Aoao." The two little tigers swam on their backs in the basin like dolls.

An Ruoyun pointed at them and said, "Look, your beasts are so listless when you charge them. You still have to use my charger."

It seemed to make sense. Su Younian glanced at the photo on the bedside. The two girls were face to face, looking extremely intimate.

The girl on one side was wearing Burberry's haute couture, while the girl on the other side was wearing a washed-out short-sleeved shirt. Comparing the two, apart from their looks, they had no other qualities to stand together.

Su Younian was stunned for a moment, his brain short-circuited for a moment, and then asked: "Do you know An Qiyu?"

An Qiyu is Su Younian's first love, and the two have not seen each other for a long time.

A short-lived romance is like a meteor that flashes across the sky, leaving an impact on each other but no regrets.

An Ruoyun was wearing eyeliner and could see his every move in the mirror, so she replied, "I don't know him. This photo was taken when I was traveling at a scenic spot with a young lady selling flowers. Do you know which young lady?"

"She is my first love." Su Younian replied, touching his nose.

An Ruoyun didn't mean to laugh, but asked curiously: "Why did your first love go to Myanmar to sell flowers?"

"Okay." Su Younian said, "I'm going home first. See you at school."

The way back was incredibly long. He felt his eye sockets ache and his waist ached. An Ruoyun's house was as big as a manor. He hadn't felt the distance when he drove in, and when he walked out under the guidance of the servants, his legs were so tired that they felt like they were breaking.

At least his divine beast was hatched.

Su Yan's hotel suffered heavy losses and was closed for adjustment. Lao Huang arranged a new internship location for the slow class at a famous women's seminary in H City.

"A group of girls? What are we going to do for an internship?" The rich second generation who likes pink hair still has his feet on Su Younian's chair.

A group of extremely poor students were sitting in the back, laughing and giggling. They laughed so hard after hearing what Lao Huang said.

Old Huang spread out his book and rubbed his hands repeatedly: "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go. There are only three spots available this time. You can go as you please."

Normally, no one would go for the tough jobs at the Women's College, but this year the principal insisted on squeezing Su in two spots. If no one went, he would deduct the year-end bonus.

"How much is it per month?" Little pink-haired Zhou Hua put her hands in her pockets and chewed gum.

Old Huang looked at him in surprise: "Huh? 2500 a month."

"It's only 2500, only a fool would go there."

As soon as the rich second generation finished speaking, the pink-haired girl smiled and leisurely drew three registration forms.

Old Huang was shocked: "Even if you want to do an internship, you don't need to take so much, right?"

Students at H High School do not need to write a resume. They can enter by just writing their name and the signature of the H High School staff in the name column.

The pink-haired girl explained, "I recently met a very interesting person. He's from abroad and won't be transferred to our school until tomorrow. Can I get one for him as well?"

"I heard that there will be an exchange student coming to the sprint class tomorrow." Old Huang nodded.

Su Younian had already filled out the form and also took a few more registration forms to give to his younger brother.

The girls in the convent school were all independent and outstanding girls, and they were responsible for supplying snacks to the school canteen. If he were alone, he would not be able to handle it at all.

The rich second generation in the class who are ambitious will definitely not go. Since they can get a diploma without an internship and earn 2,500 yuan a month, they prefer the former.

If your family is wealthy, it would be best if you can simply get your diploma.

The rich second generation stared at the pink-haired girl, feeling unhappy: "No, are you sick? You two have to suffer all the hardships."

The little pink-haired girl took out a pair of headphones to block out the sound of their discussion, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the sunlight hitting her face.

The women's college is not that scary.

They stood in the largest supermarket, holding brooms, facing each other.

"No way? Are you following me? Why are you wherever I am?" The little pink-haired girl put on an apron and held a broom in her hand, looking quite like the real deal.

"This is H High's exclusive career plan, not just for you, okay?" Zhao Feng stood in front of Su Younian in a serious manner.

Su Younian reached out and pulled him back. "Forget it, but are you a young talent from a foreign country?"

A transfer student from foreign countries wouldn't have a face full of stubble and a scar with two cracks between his eyebrows.

"Yes, what's wrong? His name is Azak. Isn't that a fashionable name?" The little pink-haired girl poured the fruits into the corresponding area.

Their task today is to tidy up the supermarket and officially open it tomorrow.

Now that the little pink-haired girl has stopped being mean, both sides are living in peace.

The brothers he brought with him were all experienced practitioners and were very efficient at their work. It didn't take long for the empty shelves to be filled. The juice section, which Su Younian was in charge of, was the more complex one.

He needed to go to the small supermarket's storage room to unpack the boxes and put them on the shelves and in the refrigerator. He told Zhao Feng to go and rest first, as the others didn't have a good relationship with him and naturally wouldn't wait for him.

He had no choice but to go to the warehouse with a bunch of keys. The warehouse was a fresh-keeping room in the basement. He went in with a candle in his hand, but the fire went out.

A burst of gurgling sounds scared him so much that he pressed his body against the wall, took out the mobile phone from his waist, and emitted a little light.

There was a sticky dampness under his feet, and he looked down to see his sneakers soaked in a pool of red ink.

The red liquid was still rising, indicating that someone had tampered with this small, enclosed space.

He subconsciously started to run, but the red liquid quickly expanded and buried his knees. When he climbed up the ladder, the entire storage room was filled with the red liquid.

He almost lost his life. Before he could even stand firmly, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. Su Younian stood up with his hands and quickly chased after it.

Playing a game of chase with the mysterious man among the rows of storage shelves, Su Younian deliberately lightened his steps when he reached the glass door of the small supermarket.

The man suddenly accelerated and walked out of the door as if someone knew he was behind him. He turned around and closed the two glass doors, and passed by Su Younian's nose.

Who is that person?

Water droplets from the ceiling fell onto Su Younian's neck through the gaps in his clothes, and the faint chill frightened him.

He changed his mind and shone the flashlight on his hands. He gathered his five fingers together and slowly stretched them out. Bright red bloodstains were staining his fingers.

"Fuck!" Su Younian smelled the smell of iron pillars exploding in the air.

A terrifying scene emerged in his mind, and the shadow of Ye Kui swayed in front of him.

One drop, two drops...

Su Younian covered his back with his hands, his hair stood on end, he even forgot how to breathe, and raised his neck to look at the ceiling.

A pair of snow-white feet stepped above his head, and the blood came from that person's body.

"Are you...still alive?" Su Younian couldn't see any higher and didn't dare to look up.

Terrified, I put my hands behind my back and dialed 110 with all my strength: "You can't die in our girls' school. If others hear about it, it will affect our admission rate."

That poked the man's foot.

It was as cold as an ice cellar. People died. Someone committed suicide in their supermarket.

He put down the only light source in his hand and prepared to try to carry the person down. In the new era of technological development, a promising young man like Su Younian still did not believe in gods and ghosts.

But the next second, a bloody head rolled at his feet.

Both of his eyeballs were bulging out, his tongue was sticking out, and his dirty hair was divided into three strands and hung on his face.

The bloody scene directly scared Su Younian off his marriage.

All he wanted now was to knock himself out with a punch, and then stand here and look at the terrifying corpse from time to time.

"Snapped!"

The supermarket was lit up.

Zhao Feng was standing at the door in his pajamas. When he saw the scene inside, he was so scared that the toothbrush in his mouth fell to the ground.

Zhao Feng: "Holy crap! Azat, this is Azat, how did he die?"

Su Younian hid behind Zhao Feng: "It's horrible. I'm freaking scared to death. I don't know what's going on."

"Who are you and why are you still here instead of going back to the dormitory to rest?"

"Oh my god, what the hell is going on?"

A veiled woman walked in with a flashlight. She was so frightened by the scene in the small supermarket that she vomited. Suppressing the discomfort, she repeated her previous question: "What's going on?"

Metaverse Learning Program (11)

Su Younian waved his hand. His hand was inserted into the handle of the knife in the corpse, studying the murderer's method of killing.

Seeing someone coming, he called the police. Not wanting to be labeled a suspect, he raised his hands and said, "We don't know either. I stayed behind to clean up the drinks. Then the storage room was filled with red liquid. I almost drowned, so I ran out and saw a dark shadow, so I chased it to the door."

The girl's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. She shook her head and chose not to believe his words: "Su Younian, I may not believe your reason." The girl took off her veil, revealing a pretty face with European and American appearance.

"Marigot?" Su Younian looked at her face in surprise.

Marigold clasped her hands together and emphasized objectively, "I just came to this convent a few days ago. We were very peaceful here before you came."

The relationship between Su Younian and her is very complicated. It happened to be quite tense during this period, so she saw this scene.

After racking his brains, he came up with a perfect excuse: "You know, I can't accomplish this by myself."

"What about him?" Marigot pointed at Zhao Feng, whose mouth was full of toothpaste foam, rudely. Zhao Feng wanted to speak, but the sinister gaze outside the glass door frightened him.

Su Younian explained: "He just arrived."

"It's really lively. Does Mr. Su have to bring someone else's partner with him when he works?"

The black barrel of the gun was pointed at Su Younian's porcelain-white forehead. Nangong Ling looked at the corpse on the ground without any emotion, then moved his gaze to Su Younian's face and poked him with the gun. "You'd better explain it to me clearly, or I will make you really eat the bullet in my barrel."

"No..." Su Younian hesitated to speak, looked at Nangong Ling's cold eyes, and was completely speechless.

Yeah, don't even think about reasoning with a seasoned yandere.

Marigold stretched out her arms, putting some distance between the two men. "I think we'd better sort out what happened first. You can't just casually kill people in a convent."

Nangong Ling had been in office for two months and had solved countless cases. He was just trying to scare Su Younian; he knew how to solve the case better than anyone else.

"Besides Pink Hair, Azak and you, has anyone else been here?" Nangong Ling's tone was a little better than before.

Su Younian shook his head, recalled carefully, and said: "There is no one else except us."

"But there is a drop of blood DNA here that does not belong to you three." Nangong put on white rubber gloves and collected the drop of blood as evidence.

Su Younian looked at Nangong Ling. He had only heard before that the government technology in H City had developed to a new level, and every office worker who arrived at the crime scene to participate in the investigation.

They will wear a pair of highly intelligent glasses that can quickly identify your age, height, weight, blood type, and what you are doing here.

The last time Nangong Ling put pressure on Song Zhu, it might have been the judgment made by the glasses.

Su Younian was ashamed. It turned out that Nangong Ling was really as upright and unyielding as the rumors said.

If Su Younian had known that it was Nangong Ling who would call the police this time, he would never have called the police, nor would he have touched the knife handle.

Zhao Feng squatted on the ground, covering his head in agony. His eyes were empty, but he would occasionally glance at the corpse out of the corner of his eye.

"How is it? Are you not afraid anymore? I'm here, aren't I?" Nangong Ling strode towards Zhao Feng, a hint of panic in her eyes.

Zhao Feng's family was wiped out.

Su Younian knew that he didn't even dare to watch a movie at home with a bloody corpse in it.

After seeing this scene tonight, his hard shell was broken, revealing his weak side.

In level one Sanda, the fatal weakness is actually fainting from blood.

Now, Nangong Ling hated him even more.

"Why did you choose your supermarket as a murder location?" Nangong Ling hugged Zhao Feng and glared at him fiercely, her eyes wanting to cut him into pieces. "Don't offend people without knowing it and let Zhao Feng get implicated with you."

"Ling, you can't say that. I came here on my own initiative." There was still toothpaste foam in Zhao Feng's mouth. If he spoke louder, his throat would feel itchy and he would cough violently.

Nangong Ling couldn't carry him, so she supported him and walked out step by step: "Okay, okay, I know your revolutionary friendship, you must come home and stay with me today."

The remaining police officers began to set up a cordon. Marigold walked over and helped Su Younian up. She said, "What he said just now was targeting you. Think about whether you have offended anyone recently."