Chapter 25 New Home

Before signing the contract, Hanna also showed Zhou Yi the house's "energy certificate" to prove its energy efficiency. Zhou Yi found this gesture odd, but Hanna explained that viewing the energy certificate was a legal right of the tenant, so she had to show it, even if Zhou Yi didn't ask. Otherwise, she would be responsible for any problems that arose later.

Although Hanna didn't feel like a typical German most of the time to Zhou Yi, this detail revealed her German genes.

After Zhou Yi and Hanna signed the rental agreement, he returned to Mark's house.

He told Mark that he had found a place and would move out tomorrow.

But for some unknown reason, Zhou Yi didn't tell Mark that he had accidentally ended up living under the same roof as his sister...

Seeing that Zhou Yi had found a place so quickly, Mark was a little disappointed and insisted on battling him in a game for three hundred rounds.

For these two good friends, it wouldn't be easy to sit in front of the TV and play games every night in the future.

The next day, Zhou Yi packed all his luggage—which was just two suitcases and a backpack.

But it was still one more suitcase than when he arrived.

Standing in the room, Zhou Yi looked around, taking one last look at this place that held eight months of his memories.

Here, he had transformed from a newbie who had just been exposed to formal professional football training into a professional player.

Here, he had completed a stage of growth and transformation in his life.

Just like a beginner's village in an online game, he had accumulated enough experience and leveled up enough here, and he should go to a new map to venture out. It was impossible to always stay in a beginner's village where there was no danger.

"Zhou Yi!" Mark called him from downstairs, "The car is here!"

Zhou Yi quickly picked up the suitcases, one in each hand, and walked out of the room.

Originally, Mark asked him if he needed his father to drive him, but Zhou Yi refused. He told Mark that it was because he wanted to be independent.

But the real reason in his heart was that Zhou Yi didn't want Mark's father to see him living with his daughter...

For some reason, although Zhou Yi had agreed to live with Cortana, deep down, he didn't seem willing to let Mark's family know about it. It was as if he had done something shameful...

Zhou Yi said goodbye to Mark and Mrs. Wagner at the door with his luggage, and he politely declined Mark's offer to help for the same reason.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Wagner. Although I don't live in your house anymore, Mark and I are friends forever, and I will come to see you often."

Mrs. Wagner hugged Zhou Yi, her eyes glistening with tears, "You must come often. I'll make you delicious food then, all kinds of delicious meat!"

Zhou Yi smiled. Mrs. Wagner still remembered that he needed to gain weight.

Then Zhou Yi hugged Mark and said goodbye, "We don't need to say much more, I'm waiting for you in the first team, Mark."

"Okay!" Mark nodded.

Then Zhou Yi put his suitcase in the trunk of the taxi, then got into the car, closed the door, waved goodbye to Mark and his mother through the window, the car started, and he left here.

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When Zhou Yi arrived at his new home, neither Hanna nor Cortana were there, they were both in class. However, Hanna had already given Zhou Yi all the keys yesterday, so Zhou Yi didn't need them to wait at home.

He opened the door, moved all the luggage in, and then began to tidy up his room, taking out the clothes in the suitcase and hanging them in the closet, taking out the computer in the backpack and placing it on the table, spreading the sheets on the bed, covering it with the quilt, and taking the toiletries to the bathroom and placing them in the space specially reserved for him.

The remaining odds and ends were all put in the suitcase, locked, and placed in the corner.

Done.

Zhou Yi stood in the tidied room, looking at this space that belonged to him. From now on, he would live here.

And living with two women...

Thinking about living with two single women, Zhou Yi felt a little...complicated.

Zhou Yi, who had worked up a bit of a sweat cleaning the room, decided to take a shower.

While taking a shower in the bathroom, Zhou Yi noticed that there were two sets of toiletries with very different styles. One set had a lot of things, all kinds of bottles and jars. Zhou Yi couldn't even say their names, let alone have seen them before.

This must be Hanna's.

The other set was much simpler, only a little more than Zhou Yi's. Presumably, this was Cortana's.

This was quite in line with the image of Cortana that Zhou Yi had observed. She didn't seem like the kind of woman who liked to spend a lot of effort on her face.

Of course, she was qualified to do so. "Naturally beautiful" was used to describe people like Cortana.

Based on Zhou Yi's experience in Germany for the past half year, compared with women in China, European women's skin was indeed generally not very good. It was said that they regarded freckles as beauty, so in some advertisements, you could often see female models with freckles all over their faces, but they didn't use any whitening creams or thick foundations to cover them up.

And Cortana didn't have freckles on her face, and her skin was fair and delicate. With such skin, why bother applying so many messy things?

Zhou Yi's shower supplies were the simplest: a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of conditioner, and a bottle of shower gel, that's all.

As a man, he also took a quick shower.

After taking a shower, the room was still quiet. Zhou Yi returned to his room and turned on the computer to surf the Internet.

He left a message for his father on QQ, telling him that he had moved out of Mark's house and rented a house outside with someone.

But for the same psychological reasons, Zhou Yi didn't tell his father that he lived with Mark's sister...

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When Hanna and Cortana walked to the door chatting, Hanna, who was talking and laughing, suddenly stopped.

Cortana keenly noticed this change in Hanna.

"What's wrong, Hanna?" she asked.

"Uh, no, it's nothing." Hanna opened the door, then peeked inside.

"Is the new tenant here?" Cortana guessed.

"Ah, yes, I'm checking if he's here..."

"Then why are you acting like a thief?" Cortana found it strange and took the lead to walk in.

At the same time, Zhou Yi, who heard the door opening, got up and walked out of his room. The two met in the living room.

Cortana was stunned.

Zhou Yi, who was mentally prepared, raised his hand to greet Cortana, "Hi, I'm your new roommate..."

Cortana, who came back to her senses, interrupted Zhou Yi's self-introduction in surprise and said, "You look surprisingly like someone I know."

"Oh? Really?" Zhou Yi also made a surprised expression. "That person must have left you with an extremely deep impression, so you can remember his appearance so well."

Hanna, who was behind, was a little dumbfounded—why can't I understand the conversation between them at all? What are these two doing?

"Not really." Cortana shrugged. "It's just that in my opinion, all East Asians look the same."

Zhou Yi frowned and said, "Face blindness is a psychiatric illness, lady."

"You're the one with the psychiatric illness, Zhou Yi." Cortana finally couldn't hold it in.

Zhou Yi pretended to be surprised: "Oh, your face blindness is cured?"

"Why is our new roommate him?" Cortana ignored him and turned to ask Hanna.

Hanna shrugged, "How would I know? He sent me an email, I replied to him, and then we made an appointment for an interview. I didn't expect it to be him. I think this must be God's arrangement!"

"God must be bored." Cortana muttered, then turned to Zhou Yi and said, "Hanna told you all the rules of co-renting, right?"

Zhou Yi didn't speak, and Hanna said from the side: "Of course, I told him everything, he knows."

"What about the bathroom usage rules?"

"Ah...I forgot that."

"Okay." Cortana looked at Zhou Yi and said, "Because there is only one bathroom, and it is shared by three people, please do not occupy the bathroom for a long time."

"Don't worry, I'm not constipated." Zhou Yi said.

"That's good." Cortana took the initiative to extend her hand to Zhou Yi, "Welcome."

"Thank you." Zhou Yi also shook Cortana's hand.

This was only the second handshake between him and Cortana since they met...eight months, the second handshake.

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After arriving home, Hanna and Cortana were going to the supermarket to buy some things, Hanna enthusiastically invited Zhou Yi to go with them, and Zhou Yi also wanted to familiarize himself with the neighborhood, so he readily agreed.

So the group of three got into Hanna's used Volkswagen and drove to a supermarket five kilometers away from where they lived.

At the supermarket, Zhou Yi purchased some daily necessities, including food ingredients. After all, he was going to cook by himself.

In fact, Zhou Yi knew how to cook. When he was still in China, if his parents had to work overtime or under special circumstances, he would cook for himself.

So he had a foundation in cooking.

After shopping, the three people ate in a restaurant near the supermarket. Originally, Zhou Yi was going to treat the two girls, after all, from an income point of view, he earned much more than the two.

But Cortana refused Zhou Yi's proposal.

"Hanna and I have always split the bill evenly."

Hanna also testified: "Yes, splitting the bill is very good, Zhou Yi. You have to get used to splitting the bill when you live with us. Although I know you are definitely richer than both of us."

Zhou Yi didn't insist anymore, so the three people had a meal together. At Hanna's suggestion, the three also clinked glasses with juice and soda, which was considered a "welcome new roommate" ceremony.

After eating, the three people drove back. This time, Zhou Yi, as the only man, helped the two girls move the things they bought from the car into the house. Cortana didn't refuse.

In this way, Zhou Yi officially moved into this house, became roommates with two beauties with very different personalities, and started his new life.

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ps, yesterday I saw some people expressing dissatisfaction with my one update a day, saying that it is easier to reduce updates than to increase them.

So I think it is necessary to report to you my living conditions these days, especially after the annual meeting.

In fact, they are all private matters, not related to work, I don't like to talk about them, but since some people are confused, I will explain.

When returning from the annual meeting on the 7th, I wrote a chapter on the plane, which was the last chapter I wrote during this time.

From the 7th when I got home until last night, I didn't write a word.

Why?

On the 9th, my wife's grandmother's 89th birthday, it is not easy for the old lady to reach this age, so their family wanted to do something special and memorable, that is, to make a video of the old photos of the family. Because I had experience in making game editing videos before, I volunteered.

But I didn't expect to attend the annual meeting later, so this matter was squeezed until after I returned from the annual meeting.

From collecting photos from several families, to determining the video production structure, theme, and selecting usable photos from hundreds of photos, as well as selecting music, making subtitles, writing copy...

I started working on all the photos from the 8th and worked all day until six in the morning on the 9th, and then got up at ten o'clock to go to the banquet and broadcast what I made at the birthday banquet.

I fell asleep directly in the afternoon because I was too tired.

As a result, I don't know if it was because of staying up late, I caught a cold from the evening of the 9th, and as a result, I had to go out to meet people on the 10th, so another day was delayed.

This is my life situation, there are many things, and they all came together.

Saying these things is like making excuses, it just depends on how you understand them.

Don't I want to have a lot of manuscripts that I can explode?

But if I can't write, I can't write. If I don't have the energy, I don't have the energy. Besides, the third volume has just started, and thousands of things have to be sorted out at this time. Things that are forced to be written may make me suffer for the entire next volume.

So the beginning must be particularly slow.

I'm sorry I can't guarantee two updates a day. The time I spend thinking about this book far exceeds the time I actually start typing. I think this is the difference.