The next day.
Ye Shuang drove Bai Yuyou to the school gate and then reminded her, "Call me if you have any problems at school."
Bai Yuyou nodded, but still sat in the passenger seat without getting off the car.
"What's wrong?"
At this moment, Bai Yuyou reached out her hand and grabbed his sleeve, her voice was soft and gentle, "We haven't started the class yet... I want to spend more time with you."
The gentle and soft voice of the young girl instantly touched Ye Shuang's heart.
"Alright..." Ye Shuang put on the parking brake, and his gaze fell on the students who were gradually entering the school through the car window. For a moment, he suddenly had the illusion that he was also a student.
At this moment, Bai Yuyou, who was beside him, suddenly leaned closer, and her face rested on his shoulder. The faint fragrance of her hair also drifted over.
He's really a clingy guy.
Ye Shuang used her fingers to sweep aside the other person's hair in front of their forehead, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go to school?"
"Yes." Bai Yuyou nodded without hesitation.
"It's okay. We'll graduate in a few years, and even if we want to come back, we won't have the chance," Ye Shuang said. "By the way, if possible... why not consider making a friend at school?"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head, "Friend?"
"Yeah, friend, after all, humans are social animals, and sometimes we need our friends' help when we encounter difficulties."
Bai Yuyou didn't quite understand, but still said, "I will do it as long as Ye Shuang says so."
"It's not the master's task, so you don't have to force yourself if you don't like it," Ye Shuang said.
"Oh."
Soon, Bai Yuyou was going to get off the car, but she still looked reluctant to leave. After getting off, she kept looking back every few steps.
"She's alone, so she should be fine, right?" Ye Shuang muttered.
His gaze fell on that figure in the distance, wearing a JK uniform and a pleated skirt, paired with black tights and small leather shoes. Combined with her waist-length hair and beautiful face, she was always the center of attention wherever she went.
"You won't be cheated away by some young guy with sweet talk, will you?" Ye Shuang rubbed his chin and thought for a while, but still wasn't very reassured.
"It seems like I need to give them a stern talk when I get home tonight."
Ye Shuang suddenly felt that he was like raising a daughter now, even though this daughter was only eight years younger than him.
"Forget it, let's go home."
Ye Shuang drove back home, and then spent some time tidying up Bai Yuyou's room. Some scattered drawing papers on the ground were particularly noticeable.
"Does she like drawing?" Ye Shuang picked up a piece of paper casually and found that they were all scribblings.
As soon as Ye Shuang thinks of painting, he can't help but recall a certain figure in his mind——
[Ye Shuang, I'm sorry, I still can't let him go.]
Those words from the other person felt like a thorn stuck in his heart, and even if he pulled it out, the wound wouldn't heal by itself.
"Never mind, there's nothing to think about." Ye Shuang slowly put down the drawing paper, and then continued to tidy up Bai Yuyou's room.
It was almost noon when Ye Shuang finished all the work. He sat in front of the computer desk and suddenly started to stare blankly.
It seems like...
I suddenly have nothing to do.
Is this what it's like to live on someone else's money?
Drive White Yuyou to and from school, and occasionally cook a meal and do some cleaning.
That's really...
...
...
It's quite satisfying.
But Ye Shuang wasn't completely idle either. He took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Hai.
"Is there a job that is easy, pays well, and offers flexibility in working hours?"
After a while, Chen Hai also replied to the message——
"Yes, I do. I'm a freeloader."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"What else?"
Chen Hai: "You can have anything in your dreams. Why don't you just take a good rest these days?"
"If you really want to, you could actually consider freelance jobs related to the Internet, like becoming a web blogger. I heard that some people can earn tens of millions of yuan just by doing 'yao hua shou'."
Ye Shuang pulled her mouth corners, "I don't know how to do this."
Chen Hai: "It's actually not hard. Nowadays, people all have a curiosity for novelty. The more novel and quirky something is, the more people will like to watch it. Otherwise, do you think those bloggers with millions of fans deliberately uglify themselves for what? Isn't it just to make money?"
"Nowadays, even ugly people can earn more money than scientists. In this era of data flow, you can try to find a job in the Internet industry, which is definitely more profitable and easier than traditional industries."
After Ye Shuang saw the message sent by Chen Hai, he thought for a moment, then pressed his phone to reply——
"Never mind, I just mentioned it casually."
"Screw you! I'm at work and I'm typing so many words to reply to your messages, and people might think I'm contacting clients."
"Isn't it a big customer if I save several million for you?"
"Just a small customer."
"Cool."
Putting down his phone, Ye Shuang opened his computer and searched for what jobs are related to the Internet in the search engine.
Finally, his gaze rested on the name of the online novelist.
"Write a novel?" Ye Shuang rubbed his chin, thinking that as a Chinese language major, maybe he could try writing a novel?
Moreover, I have the freedom of time, so I can update whenever I want and take a break whenever I want.
Ye Shuang was quite obsessed with reading novels for a while.
"Let's give it a try." Ye Shuang immediately found a web novel platform, and then quickly filled out the registration information and created an account.
But when it came to creating a book, Ye Shuang started to ponder deeply.
What can you write?
In my mind, I unconsciously see the face of a young girl. That rainy night seemed to be the beginning of our connection.
My fingers are unconsciously tapping on the keyboard——
After losing my job, I was picked up and taken home by a treasure girl.
Ye Shuang nodded with satisfaction, "That's great. Let's just write a diary. As for the introduction, we can just write it casually."
After figuring out what he wanted to write, Ye Shuang typed very quickly, and finished the first chapter of 2000 words in just half an hour.
"Hmm, I should make the male protagonist more handsome. As for the prototype of Bai Yuyou... that girl is already very beautiful, so I might as well use her looks to pad out the word count. After all, readers usually skip over descriptions anyway." When Ye Shuang used to read novels, he always wondered why authors spent so much space describing landscapes and characters' appearances.
Later, I realized that readers can skip this part at a glance, but the author can use this passage to increase the word count, and it doesn't look out of place in the chapter either.
Win-win situation.
Soon, Ye Shuang wrote the second chapter and then published both chapters together.
But the article is like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
Ye Shuang didn't care either. He opened a video app and started watching a nutrition online course.
After all, Bai Yuyou's complexion looked a bit pale, and Ye Shuang wanted to slowly take care of her.
Although he felt gradually fulfilled, Ye Shuang didn't feel tired at all.
Anyway, the sunlight at 1 pm is much more dazzling than the city nightscape at 1 am.
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