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Chapter 1281 The Beachcombing Girl Streamer and the Aloof Campus God (8)

The Beachcombing Girl and the Cool Campus God (Part 8)

Ah Xing also asked Song Ning about catching eels. Song Ning was a little tempted, but he still had videos to edit. Ah Suan and the others were going to catch them tomorrow, so he thought about it and decided not to go.

In addition, he still has a lot of things to buy for this house, so he plans to take some time to go to town tomorrow to check them out before editing the video when he gets back.

When he told Ah Xing, the other party expressed his understanding.

Ah Xing: Okay, I'll call you again next time.

"Phew, Ah Xing and his buddies are pretty good guys."

Song Ning tossed her phone aside and flopped back onto the large bed.

He knew that Uncle Song must have specifically told Brother Xing that he would take care of him. However, Uncle Song was a pretty good person, and the house was sold to him for a very low price.

The appliances and furniture in the house weren't charged to him; it was basically a half-gift, half-sale. His only request was that he occasionally take photos and videos of the town for Uncle Song so that he could alleviate his homesickness while abroad.

After lying in bed for a while, he sat up again.

He hasn't withdrawn the money from the Xiaoyu app yet; he's worried about leaving it there.

After withdrawing the more than four thousand yuan from inside, Song Ning was finally relieved.

With an extra 10,000 yuan in his account, he relaxed and the fatigue from a busy day kicked in, and he fell asleep within minutes.

Perhaps because she was in a good mood after making money, Song Ning felt refreshed when she woke up the next morning.

After having some breakfast, Song Ning set off on his fully charged electric scooter.

The town has all the major brand furniture and home appliance stores, so Song Ning first picked one that sold home appliances and went in to take a look.

The shop assistants had a bit of a local accent, but they were very warm and friendly, and the prices were about the same as what Song Ning had found online.

After some deliberation, he bought a floor scrubber, a large double-door refrigerator, and then, after some further thought, a new washing machine and a dryer.

The three machines were scheduled for delivery and installation the next day, and Song Ning even tried to ask for a discount.

He asked the shop assistant to think about it, and said, "Then how about we send you a rice cooker? I'll apply for it."

Song Ning was taken aback. He hadn't expected to actually get a discount. The rice cooker wasn't expensive, but who would refuse to get an extra rice cooker for free?

Looks like I'll have to try bargaining more often when buying things in the future.

After buying the appliances, Song Ning turned to look at the furniture.

However, the furniture prices were inflated. Song Ning took a liking to several pieces of furniture, but when he asked about them, they all cost several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan. He glanced at his balance and silently walked out of the store.

I'll take some time later to look around elsewhere. That way, I'll have more money in hand and feel more confident when I buy something.

At noon, he went to eat the fish noodles that were exceptionally delicious last time. After eating, he strolled around the market and bought some cold pig ears, which he thought were quite good yesterday.

I bought another ten yuan worth of savory pancakes, then twisted the throttle on my electric scooter and drove back.

Halfway there, Uncle Song called him. Song Ning glanced at the phone and answered it from the roadside.

"Xiao Song, you haven't forgotten what I told you last time, have you? They said they're going to send the luggage over today. I'll send you their number, add them later. You young people know these things, you can communicate with them yourselves."

Song Ning immediately remembered the guy with the five thousand yuan and nodded quickly.

"Okay, Uncle, just send me the number. I can communicate with him myself without any problem."

"Alright, you two get along well. You're both good kids, so talk things over and don't make things unpleasant. I'm going to my daughter-in-law's house to meet her in-laws later, so I'll have to go now. Bye-bye."

It seems Uncle Song is doing quite well abroad.

A moment later, a message came in on her phone. Song Ning didn't think much of it and just typed in the number. Just as she was about to add it, a familiar profile picture popped up.

He was stunned.

Isn't that... Lance's portrait?

Did he enter the wrong number? But he copied and pasted it.

After typing it in several times, Song Ning finally had to admit something.

It was such a coincidence that the guy who paid his rent was none other than Lance, the cold and aloof campus heartthrob he had failed to confess to.

"This is...this is a bit awkward."

Song Ning scratched his head in frustration. What should he do now?

If I had known this would happen, I would have reduced the rent in the first place. Now I've collected so much rent from others, but I'm living in such a shabby place. What will Lance think of me when he arrives?

After hesitating for a long time, Song Ning took a deep breath.

Since things have come to this, let's just take it one step at a time.

He waved his finger around for a while before finally clicking on Lance's profile picture.

Song Ning: Hello, I'm Song Ning, the landlord of the apartment you just rented in XX Village, XX Town. Are you sending your luggage over? I'll send you the address.

After sending the message, he stared intently at his phone for five minutes, but nothing happened.

After waiting another ten minutes, Song Ning's eyes started to sting from the initial tension. He had just put his phone down to give his eyes a workout when it rang.

Lance: Hi Song Ning, I know you. I've received your address. I'll send your luggage over this afternoon. By the way, I might not arrive for another two days. There's a styrofoam box with some food in my luggage. If you don't mind, you can take it and eat it; otherwise, it'll go to waste if it spoils.

Does Lance know me?

Song Ning's first thought was this. He looked at his phone three or four times before noticing Lance's last words, and he quickly replied.

Song Ning: It's okay, I'll put it in the freezer for you as soon as it arrives, and you can eat it slowly when you get there.

Lance: That probably won't work. The crabs inside are fresh hairy crabs that a friend of mine sent me. I received them and forgot about them. I'll send them to you now, and if there are any still alive, you can eat them. I don't have time to send them in time.

Song Ning thought about it and decided that they couldn't let the other party suffer a loss.

The hairy crabs are at their fattest and in season right now, but the price isn't low either.

Song Ning: How about I just consider it a purchase? I'll transfer the money to you.

There was no reply for a while, and Song Ning assumed that Lance had something urgent to attend to and didn't think much of it.

Five minutes later, the other party replied with a voice message.

Lance's voice was as pleasant as he knew. Many people had said that Lance's voice had the feel of a prince's voice, and it was also a deep voice. He had heard girls talk about liking Lance's voice countless times.

And this popular voice was not only sending him messages, but the tone also carried a hint of familiarity and helpless smile.

Lance: My dear landlord, please accept this gift. Or is my excuse for giving a gift too lame? I just want to get closer to you, and I'll need your help to take care of me during my stay there.

Was it originally meant to be given to me?

Song Ning gently scratched her cheek; her ears felt a little hot.