Sometimes fans can be irrational. Some fanatics went into a bidding frenzy just to rent the apartment where Brian the Great once lived and even petted a cat. The final result was quite bizarre: the room Brian the Great used to live in was actually rented out for 10,000 yuan a month for three years. The other three rooms were also hyped up to 5,000 yuan a month. There were even some fans with peculiar tastes willing to pay 2,000 yuan a month to sleep on a mat in the living room, and one guy was even willing to pay 1,500 yuan a month to sleep on the balcony.

Those years, Mrs. Parker made a killing.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last; this frenzy only continued for three years.

Ever since Brian the Great went to prison, Mrs. Parker’s popularity plummeted as well, and she gradually became just an ordinary tough woman.

She often thought of him, thought of that big boy who always liked to mess with her.

Heaven granted her wish—on May 14th, she saw him.

Time can change many things. After seven years apart, both of them were filled with emotion.

Mrs. Parker’s opening line was full of sighs: “You’ve changed so much, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Yeah, I actually thought some reporters would come to interview me, but when I walked down the street, no one even knew who I was.” After his sigh, Charles Green spoke his mind: “Mrs. Parker, do you remember you once said that as long as I was willing to come back and live here, you’d never charge me rent for life?”

Hearing this, Mrs. Parker regretted it deeply. She really had made that promise. Back then, Brian the Great was living in a big villa and there was no way he’d come back to live in her place. Besides, with his unparalleled popularity at the time, if he really did come back, Mrs. Parker was confident she could jack up the rent to tens of thousands for those fat sheep...

But man proposes, God disposes. Sooner or later, you have to pay for your actions.

She pulled a long face and said, “Three of the rooms are already rented out, so you’ll have to stay in mine.”

Charles Green was stunned: “You’re finally willing to offer yourself to me?”

“In your dreams! We’re not getting any younger, and you’re still so unserious.” Mrs. Parker looked like she was scolding him, but there was a faint hint of flirtatious charm in her tone. Under Charles Green’s gaze, she said proudly, “After all these years, you think I can’t have a side business? I still have a single apartment that hasn’t been rented out. I’ll move over there tonight.”

Charles Green looked at her eagerly: “A single apartment? Sounds fancy. How about I stay there instead?”

“You really don’t see yourself as an outsider, do you? I said this place is free for life, but I never said the apartment was free too.” As Mrs. Parker spoke, she accidentally let slip a secret: “You should be grateful you can stay here. Let me tell you, the three rooms next door are all rented by beautiful women, and one of them is your die-hard fan.”

Charles Green’s eyes lit up: “In that case, I’ll stay here.”

……

Mrs. Parker left her own house as if she were fleeing. Clearly, she was the owner, yet she ended up sneaking away like a thief. From ten years ago until today, one thing has never changed: every time she encountered Charles Green, she would retreat for some unspeakable reason, and a few times she even left in tears.

Ten minutes ago, Charles Green moved into what used to be her boudoir. That rascal was shamelessly rummaging through the room, waving her little panties at her and sighing nostalgically, “I can’t believe after all these years, you still like wearing pink undies…”

Hearing this, Mrs. Parker gave up and left, afraid she’d go crazy if she stayed any longer.

“My hand is not just a hand, it’s my happy friend. I use it to jerk off, I use it to fantasize about you… You are electricity, you are light, you are the only legend, I only love you, oh my Brian the Great…”

In what was once a boudoir and now a wolf’s den, Charles Green hummed the “super Brian the Great song” that a talented fan had once rewritten, while installing a universal game login device.

After finishing, he got a call.

“Bastard, I’ve decided, this time I’m going to play ‘Wuxia World’ with you.” On the phone, Lily’s voice was domineering, with a hint of that “Invincible East returns to the jianghu” vibe.

“No way?” Charles Green was surprised. He remembered that Lily only ever played games to flirt with girls and never did anything else.

“This time I’m serious. Sis definitely won’t ditch you halfway to go hit on girls, I swear.” Lily said, full of anticipation, “With my amazing luck, I’m bound to get a set of godly gear. Yep, I’ll definitely help you get a set of godly gear. Hehe, the whole world knows what you look like in white gear—who could guess how flashy you’ll be once you put on godly gear? Wow, just thinking about it makes me excited!”

Charles Green smiled, not wanting to dampen Lily’s enthusiasm.

With Lily’s uniquely bizarre skills, it’d probably take forever to get a set of godly gear.

“Can you just say ‘okay’ and not kill my motivation? Do you want to see the wrath of a nearly forty-year-old single woman?” Lily was a bit annoyed, then remembered the main point and asked, “By the way, that ‘Wuxia World’ that’s launching at noon tomorrow, you played the closed beta before, right?”

“No.”