After rebirth, my friend's mother became my maid

After giving Yu Chunjiao the spare key to his home and watching her leave the yard, Zhang Zhiming started practicing guitar again.

He has been interested in music since he was a child. He joined the club when he was in college and won the first place in the campus singer competition for three consecutive years. If he had not been arranged to go out for an internship in the fourth year, he would have won the fourth grade of Gangneung University.

Grand Slam of the year.

His original goal was to be a singer, but his father's sudden death forced him to give up his dream. After going bankrupt, Zhang Zhiming also thought about picking up his dream again, and took action by participating in a singing talent show.

But after Zhang Zhiming went to participate, he realized that the program is not decided by who can sing well, but by financial resources. People who don’t have money and follow the internal rules will let you go if you sign up to participate, and you won’t even be able to go on stage.

Zhang Zhiming was a member of the army who returned home at that time.

Even if you have paid enough money and are strong enough, the top three places have already been decided. Unless you meet someone special to you, it is absolutely impossible for you to win the championship all by yourself.

But that's all for the future. The current music scene is not bad. It's the best era. You don't have to participate in any bullshit talent show to have a chance to succeed.

Even if he keeps playing and singing until his throat is dry, Zhang Zhiming doesn't feel tired. With such an interest, no one will feel that their hobby is tiring. Tiredness will not happen until the day when the hobby turns into a career.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I took a shower, called my dad and chatted for a long time. My dad's tone was always very serious, and it sounded like he didn't really want to chat with Zhang Zhiming, but after half an hour he didn't.

Hang up the phone, maybe fathers are like this, they only show their love for their children inadvertently.

After asking his father to take a rest, Zhang Zhiming hung up the phone and fell asleep. In the past, he was always busy as soon as he opened his eyes until he closed them at night, and his sleep was not good. Now he wants to make up for all the sleep he had in the past few years.

He slept very deeply. In fact, Zhang Zhiming still hasn't fully accepted the fact that he was reborn. This is really too dreamy. He is very afraid that all this is just a long, long dream.

It disappears when you wake up.

Fortunately, after being woken up at six in the morning by the biological clock left in the body of a person who had just graduated from high school, Zhang Zhiming still saw this room.

There was a sound of "ping ping ping ping" coming from the direction of the living room. Zhang Zhiming curiously went to the bedroom to check. It turned out that Yu Chunjiao had already gone to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

As she said, she was not late, but actually arrived a little early.

"Sister Yu, it's so early!"

Zhang Zhiming walked to the dining table and sat down, waiting for breakfast.

"I have nothing to do at home, so I came over first."

Yu Chunjiao responded, and not long after, she came over with a bowl of miscellaneous noodles and a glass of milk. She was wearing a large school uniform that covered her graceful figure, but added a youthful and beautiful look.

Her hair was simply tied into a ponytail, her eyebrows were lightly swept, her face was lightly powdered, and her watery almond eyes were emitting seductive electricity from time to time.

At this time, she looked as if she was the same age as Zhang Zhiming. If you didn't know Zhang Zhiming before, you would probably think that she was a high school girl.

However, Zhang Zhiming noticed that the school uniform she was wearing was from his own school. He wondered if Sister Yu was a senior student from the same school. Although he was a little curious, Sister Yu was not familiar with him yet, so it was better not to ask more about other people's personal affairs.

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Yu Chunjiao put the noodles on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "There are not many ingredients at home. Do you need me to go to the vegetable market to buy some when I get home this afternoon?"

Zhang Zhiming took the noodles and said while eating: "Okay, I will give you money later. Sister Yu, why didn't you make one for yourself?"

"I've already eaten at home."

Yu Chunjiao casually replied that yesterday's contract did not include a guarantee for her meals, so she didn't have to worry about whether she needed to pay for food when she ate at home.

Zhang Zhiming saw her concerns and said in a joking way: "Sister Yu, please make your own portion in the future, so as to save time and effort. Besides, if you don't cook food for yourself, then the Labor Bureau will say that I mistreat employees."

What if you arrest me?"

Yu Chunjiao was amused: "No, I won't sue you."

"I can't believe it. Just in case you have to cook one for yourself, I'll pay for it."

Zhang Zhiming chuckled, finished the miscellaneous noodles in a few big mouthfuls, drank milk and wiped his mouth, then returned to his bedroom to get two hundred yuan. The pork in Jiangling now only costs eight yuan a pound, even if he wants to eat it

Better yet, two hundred yuan is enough to buy a week's worth of food.

After locking the door, Zhang Zhiming still felt bad, so he went into the room again, put the bank card left by his father on his body, and locked the door. Then he went to the living room and gave the money to Yu Chunjiao, saying, "I have to go out and exercise."

Now, if you are bored by yourself, just turn on the TV and watch it by yourself, or play on the computer."

"Isn't that bad?" Yu Chunjiao replied with some surprise.

Smartphones have not yet become popular, and a person will be bored if he has nothing to do. Zhang Zhiming waved his hand and said: "There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you don't forget to do things while playing."

After speaking, Zhang Zhiming turned around and jogged away.

Maybe it was because we started a little later than yesterday. After running for seven or eight minutes at Gangneung River, we only saw a few tired and panting old people.

After running for a while, I saw the middle-aged man who talked to me yesterday. He was running in front and looking around, as if he was looking for something. Zhang Zhiming guessed that something might have fallen.

Zhang Zhiming, who didn't want to help find something, lowered his head and suddenly accelerated past him. After running far away, he could still hear the man calling him. He seemed to have said something about gold or silver medals. Maybe the brand of the thing he lost was.

Bar.

Without paying much attention, Zhang Zhiming continued to rush forward, pretending not to hear.

It wasn't until Zhang Zhiming's figure completely disappeared from sight that the middle-aged man stopped chasing, stood and rested for a while, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call: "Coach Chen, come to Jiangling River tomorrow and

I'll block people together."

Coach Chen couldn't help being surprised and asked, "Who are you blocking? Coach Liu, who are you arguing with?"

"You're pulling your sister!"

Coach Liu cursed unceremoniously and continued: "I found a great guy and want to invite him to join our team."

Coach Chen said speechlessly: "Then why don't you just invite me directly? Why don't you ask me to block people? It's embarrassing for you. We don't want to do this by force."

Coach Liu said angrily: "Shut up, you. If he runs away, I won't even be able to eat ashes. If I can catch him and ask him, I don't need to call you."

"So awesome?"

Coach Chen was shocked. If what Coach Wang said was true, wouldn't he be a real genius?

Although Coach Liu is old, as a former professional athlete, it is impossible for him to eat ashes. This person must be blocked tomorrow.

Zhang Zhiming was a little thirsty when he got home, so he shouted loudly when he walked in: "Sister Yu, give me a glass of water."

When he didn't get a response, Zhang Zhiming couldn't help but frown. Why didn't this person say anything? She was a maid hired at a high price. It was normal for her to pour a glass of water.

He shouted again, but still no one responded. Zhang Zhiming's heart thumped: "No way!"