Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 16 Sleepover

"What's wrong?" Xie Lan asked back.

Dou Sheng rarely showed a dumbfounded expression, "It's over."

"Um?"

"I didn't bring the elevator card."

Xie Lan was stunned for a second, and the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

"Didn't bring the elevator card??"

Dou Cheng hissed and looked at him hopelessly, "Perhaps, did you bring it?"

"..."

Xie Lan has no such thing at all.

Dou Sheng's house is one elevator, one household. Don't even think about it without an elevator card, and you can't get in the corridors.

At four o'clock in the morning, the big cat and the second cat lost their homes.

Xie Lan said helplessly, "Looking for a hotel?"

"Have you brought your passport?" Dou Sheng asked.

Xie Lan shook his head, "Who goes out to fight with a passport?"

"It's convenient to register after calling the police... Forget it." Dou Sheng couldn't make it up, and sighed: "I didn't bring my ID card either. I can't go to hotels or Internet cafes. There is only one place that can take us in."

Xie Lan asked curiously, "Where?"

At the end of Ximen Snack Street, there is a barbecue shop called "Gao Roasted Champion".

The front door is very small, sandwiched between the milk tea shop and the fried chicken shop, I almost didn't notice it.

The store door was locked, and it was pitch black inside, except for a few small benches and foam boxes scattered outside the door.

Dou Sheng sat down, hooked another stool with his toes, and signaled Xie Lan to sit down too.

Xie Lan looked up at the sky and down at the ground.

"You're kidding me," he said. "What's the difference between that and standing in the street?"

"The difference is that there are stools to sit on." Dou Sheng opened the foam box, "There is still beer that hasn't been collected in time."

"..."

With a bang, Dou Sheng opened the can with one hand, took a sip, and opened another can.

"Big cat treat, do you want to drink?"

"What about your face?" Xie Lan took the beer and said speechlessly, "Did you pay me?"

"Tomorrow."

Dou Sheng stretched out a piece of paper from nowhere, and wiped the surface of the round stool.

"Sit down, sir."

The stool is very low and you have to stretch your legs out to be comfortable.

Xie Lan looked at the dark street and couldn't help but ask, "How long do you want to sit?"

Dou Sheng thought for a while, "My mother should wake up at six o'clock. I mainly don't want to knock on the door in the middle of the night."

Xie Lan hummed.

Very sleepy, to be honest.

After drinking half a can of beer with an unfamiliar taste, I suddenly felt that the beer was bitter and bitter.

Xie Lan was about to check what kind of beer it was, when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Messenger, which had been silent for several days, heard something. It was Xie Jingming, and this time the type was in Chinese.