Extraterrestrial parasite

"Eleven thousand and twenty-one..."

As soon as his footsteps stopped, Chen Yang stopped.

It rained heavily for more than an hour, but it still didn't stop. The sky gradually turned gray, and you couldn't see more than a hundred meters away.

The name "Big Stomach King Buffet Hotpot Restaurant" appeared in Chen Yang's eyes, as if he woke up from a dream, he slowly came back to his senses.

Are you here yet?

He wanted to ask his right hand, but he cautiously called "Sir Screw" several times, but received no response.

Have you fallen asleep again?

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. After being removed from the restraints of strict supervision, he was finally able to enjoy a little bit of the fun of being a human being. Although it seems now that he doesn't have much time to enjoy this kind of fun every day, it makes him cherish it even more.

After walking for more than an hour, Chen Yang felt even more hungry. After a slight hesitation, he walked into the hot pot restaurant holding an umbrella.

"Sir, how many of you are there?"

As soon as a waitress in her twenties saw someone coming to the door, she immediately started asking.

"Well, my friend should come first."

He glanced around and saw that there were already seven or eight tables of customers dining in the hot pot restaurant's hall, so a lone man by the window stood out.

That was Zhu Junchen who invited him to dinner this time.

He was twenty-five years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a little stout. He was touching his mobile phone and looking down in deep thought.

Chen Yang walked over with an umbrella, "Old Zhu, you came first?"

Zhu Junchen raised his head and said, "Your sister, why are you here so late?"

"Something delayed me."

Collecting the umbrella and putting it aside, Chen Yang sat down.

"Okay, I'll treat you to a hot pot buffet this time. If you like anything, just go and get it."

There were already a lot of dishes on the table. Seeing that the guest Chen Yang finally arrived, Zhu Junchen poured several dishes into the hot pot in one go.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

"Well, it's been a while." Chen Yang nodded slightly.

"What have you been doing these days? Have you found a stable job?"

Zhu Junchen picked up the oil dish and handed it to Chen Yang.

“I looked for several jobs but was not very satisfied, so I quit my job and stayed at home.”

Chen Yang took the oil dish and said, "I opened a small noodle shop, so I can make ends meet."

"Hey, you opened a noodle shop?"

Zhu Junchen was taken aback, "You're a good boy. He already has the money to open a noodle shop."

"It also depends on where it is opened, just my place..."

Chen Yang shook his head.

"Hey, it's actually not bad to open a noodle shop and be your own boss. It's much better than office workers like us. At least you don't have to suffer. You may not know how stressful the professional competition is now..."

When Zhu Junchen mentioned this, he became angry and complained.

Chen Yang remained calm and agreed with Zhu Junchen's words while quickly picking vegetables from the pot. By the time Zhu Junchen reacted, Chen Yang had already eaten all the crispy sausage and tripe in the pot.

"Good boy, you are so cunning, you didn't even leave any for me."

Zhu Junchen laughed and cursed a few times, then picked up the plate next to him and poured it into the pot.

He could still laugh a few times now, but after a while, he stopped laughing.

Seeing Chen Yang devouring his food, Zhu Junchen put down his chopsticks and said, "Old Chen, how long has it been since you had a meal?"

"W-what?"

Eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, Chen Yang really didn't have much energy to pay attention to what Zhu Junchen said for a while.

"I said, Lao Chen, have you been to the slums in Africa a few times? Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?"

The self-service hot pot allows guests to take whatever food they want. It seems generous, but in actual fact, the boss will not suffer any loss, because you can eat enough dishes at a wholesale price of 50 yuan even if you don't want to eat.

Many people come to self-service hot pot restaurants with the idea of ​​making back their money. They are full of confidence before entering. Half an hour after entering, their stomachs are too round and they can’t eat anymore. They can only regret that they drank too much. In fact, even if they don't drink, each person can only eat seven or eight plates of food at most.

But suppose a person eats twenty dishes and continues to eat with a nonchalant expression, as if he is eating not twenty dishes but two. Then, no one can turn a blind eye.

Zhu Junchen was very happy now. Fortunately, it was a self-service hot pot. If it were an ordinary hot pot restaurant, seeing how Chen Yang eats it, it would be impossible to hold the place without five hundred yuan.

He felt lucky that the lobby manager who happened to see this scene didn't feel the same way. His eyelids jumped and he cursed secretly, "Well, a big eater really came here today."

"Hey, the food in this hot pot restaurant tastes really good."

After finishing the twenty-fifth plate of food, Chen Yang took a sip of beer, touched his not-so-bulging belly and praised it. Well, this is a lie. Now, even if he picks up white rice, he can eat seven or eight bowls without changing his expression.

"Well, I'll treat you to something else next time..."

Zhu Junchen said this without much confidence, and felt a little weak.

"Okay, old pig, tell me the reason for your visit this time."

Chen Yang put down his cup and looked at Zhu Junchen. As there is no free lunch in the world, he didn't think that Zhu Junchen, who hadn't seen him for more than half a year, would suddenly treat him to a meal on the spur of the moment.

"Well, it's nothing actually. I just want to ask you to borrow some money."

Zhu Junchen hesitated slightly.

"Borrow money?"

Chen Yang frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart. If it was hundreds or thousands of yuan, there was really no need to treat him to a meal and borrow such a small amount of money.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"Not much, one hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand?

Chen Yang smiled bitterly in his heart, not to mention that at this moment, he only had more than 4,000 yuan consumed by his right hand in his bank card. Even if there was no consumption by his right hand, he would not be able to get out 100,000 yuan.

Seeing that Chen Yang suddenly stopped talking, Zhu Junchen already understood something. He took a sip of beer bitterly and said, "Hey, one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, that's fucked up. Why do you think you have to buy a house when you get married now? No. I won’t marry you even if I buy a house…”

"Are you getting married?"

Chen Yang frowned.

"Yes, the woman's family said they had to have a house before they agreed. They borrowed more than 1.5 million yuan after scrounging here and there, and there is still more than 500,000 yuan left."

Chen Yang smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, old pig, something happened recently and I really can't afford that much money."

"It's okay, there is still more than 500,000 yuan left. Even if you lend me 100,000 yuan, I don't know where to borrow the shortfall of 400,000 yuan."

Zhu Junchen didn't care.

"Actually, you can consider taking out a loan to buy a house."

Chen Yang made a suggestion.

"Haha, take a loan to buy a house..."

Zhu Junchen seemed to not want to talk in depth for some reason, so he changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have something to tell you. The high school reunion will be held next Saturday. Will you go?"

High school reunion?

Chen Yang recalled it, uh, I'm sorry, he had almost forgotten the faces of most of his classmates in high school, and he couldn't even remember many of their names.

"Why...do you suddenly think of holding a class reunion?"

Chen Yang said doubtfully.

"So I'm talking about you, hey."

Zhu Junchen said helplessly: "My high school classmates have almost entered the society for two years. Now we are holding a class reunion. What do you think we want to do? Let's get acquainted with each other and see if we can be of some help. Apart from these, what else do you think? Is it really a relationship relationship? How much is a relationship worth? "

Chen Yang suddenly realized that after all, he had not really entered the social workplace, and he really didn't expect this for a while.

"Then I'd better not go. I'm a pauper and no one will care if I go."

Chen Yang continued to eat and refused.

"Hehe, I remember you had a crush on Lin Qingyue in high school, right? Why, you didn't dare to speak up when you graduated, and now you don't want to see what the beauty has become?"

Zhu Junchen is confident and fearless.

Lin Qingyue, these three words came out of Zhu Junchen's mouth, and that shadow immediately appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

"time and location?"

Chen Yang put down the oil dish and asked simply.

"Hmph, I knew you couldn't help it."

Zhu Junchen said: "Next Saturday at seven o'clock in the evening, the venue will be Ziyun Hotel. I will contact you then."

Chen Yang couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. Six years had passed, and it was definitely impossible to say that he still had the same crush on Lin Qingyue as before. Human beings like to be forgetful, especially love stimulated by hormones. After a long time, if the passion dissipates, it will break up.

It was impossible to like her, but after all, that woman was Chen Yang's first crush, and he had complicated emotions that made him want to meet her.

Maybe it's not necessarily that the high school goddess can't even remember his name. (Ask for recommendation. Although many book friends have collected it, they have not recommended it, and I am not forcing it to be recommended. I just ask you to vote for me if you have spare votes. Thank you.)