Category: Can I Connect To Your Wifi?
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Chapter 69
By the time the second winter and the second New Year came around, the two of them had been together for two years. Yesterday was their two-year anniversary, and the next morning, Ti Xiao woke up complaining about back and waist aches. “Can you learn to be a little more mature?” Ti Xiao grumbled, lying…
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Chapter 68
Chang Qi sat in a lounge chair, turning to look at Li Yi. He was wearing casual clothes, a paper bag by his feet—probably holding his work uniform. He turned off his phone screen and stood up, heading toward Li Yi. “What are you—” Li Yi’s outstretched index finger hadn’t yet withdrawn. He sniffled and…
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Chapter 67
Li Yi lightly clicked the mouse and accepted the compressed file sent by Duck Neck. Editor Guapi: Hold on a sec. Despair Duck Neck: You don’t even send me any hearts when you talk to me anymore qaq [heart emoji] When Li Yi first took Duck Neck under his wing, he thought Duck Neck was…
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Chapter 66
Li Yi didn’t graduate from college but went straight to work at Gugu Comics platform in the provincial city. After three months of internship, he successfully became a full-time comic editor. He rented a two-bedroom apartment, which was quite a way from Xuancheng, but it helped him settle down in the provincial city. More than…
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Chapter 65
After grading the tests, the next step was to release the results, followed by the parent-teacher meeting. Ti Nanyi did pretty well on this exam. Ti Zhe was in such a good mood that he said he wanted to take the whole family to the beach, and he even asked Ti Xiao to invite Xiao…
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Chapter 64
As Xiao Yao stepped backward, both their hearts seemed to break with every step he took—shattered and crumbling, scattering in a trail on the floor. Ti Xiao’s heart broke—he had spent nearly two months preparing this surprise. Xiao Yao’s heart broke too—because now he had to wait until his birthday in August to get his…
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Chapter 63
From the living room came the sounds of the TV and Xiao Hulu’s meowing. A lingering fresh aroma still filled the bedroom, so it seemed Xiao Yao had just carried some food around the room. Ti Xiao wiped the sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and kicked the thin blanket off to the…
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Chapter 62
“Settle the score?” Ti Xiao played dumb even at death’s door. “What score? I don’t owe you any money.” “You owe something else,” Xiao Yao rested his hand on the car window beside Ti Xiao. “Playing dumb for a whole week, what do you say?” “Add… add up the times, Old Guo?” Ti Xiao swallowed…
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Chapter 61
The rain had grown heavier, the droplets cool as they hit his cheek. Ti Xiao grabbed another slice, bit into it, and with the rain and idle chatter as background noise, he read the message from Xiao Zhou again. The gist was that Xiao Zhou would be returning to the “Rotting Country” in a few…
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Chapter 60
When Ti Xiao opened his eyes after the sneeze, the fluffy bundle was gone from his hands. Xiao Yao stood frozen like a statue. “Where’s my hamster?” Ti Xiao asked in a muffled, worried voice, glancing around the floor in a panic. What if he’d accidentally turned his beloved into hamster pancake? Xiao Yao didn’t…
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Chapter 59
On the third day of the event, the morning was supposedly for a “craft exchange” between authors—but in reality, it was more like an art showdown and autograph hunt. Ti Xiao had brought along two sketchbooks, and by now both were crammed with doodles and signatures from all sorts of big-name creators. One was for…
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Chapter 58
The notebook under the pillow looked well-made, with a thick leather cover bound by a hemp rope. A small bookmark with a little tassel dangled inside. There were many notebooks like this at home—Ti Xiao used them for drawing, sometimes sketching outdoors, sometimes drawing the human form. But no matter how good the notebook was,…
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Chapter 57
Ti Xiao still didn’t quite get why Xiao Yao was jealous. He couldn’t understand why calling them “ladies” was a problem. If not “ladies,” then what should he call them? Calling them “aunties” would probably get him roasted, and calling them “little sisters” made him instantly feel like a shriveled old man. He shivered at…
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Chapter 56
At that moment, Ti Xiao held his phone, just as dumbfounded as Xiao Yao was in the reception room. How did I just take a nap and wake up to a world that’s changed? How did I suddenly become someone else? The author lady who posted the Weibo had published several books and was fairly…
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Chapter 55
Xiao Yao just watched Li Yi from afar. He saw Li Yi burst out of the elevator like a carefree kid, flailing his arms as if he was full of joy, then suddenly slammed on the brakes, stopping right in front of the elevator and getting bumped from behind. Occasionally, people passed through the lobby,…
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Chapter 54
Ever since Ti Xiao found out the rings existed, he came up with all sorts of ways to stir trouble, pestering Xiao Yao every few days to see the rings. No matter how much Ti Xiao turned the house upside down, he couldn’t find them—not even the secret stash of snacks Xiao Yao hid from…
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Chapter 53
“Wait, no.” Ti Nanyi suddenly changed the subject, giving Ti Xiao a bit of hope. “So did he actually have a make-up class or not?” “Yes, he did.” Ti Nanyi handed the plastic bag over to Ti Xiao. “But only seniors have make-up classes, since they’re preparing for college entrance exams. The class starts at…
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Chapter 52
The international gym protocol after running is usually swimming — at least for Xiao Yao. “Running can hurt your knees; swimming won’t,” Xiao Yao explained to Ti Xiao. “You’re not coming?” After the group of giggling girls left, Ti Xiao walked on the treadmill for another half hour and felt like he was about to…
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Chapter 51
Crunch crunch crunch. Ti Xiao was happily munching on a rice cracker when the living room light suddenly turned on. His heart skipped a beat. Why was Xiao Yao awake at this hour? That shouldn’t be—he clearly had been sleeping deeply just moments ago. Feeling the sharp gaze burning into his back, Ti Xiao turned…
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Chapter 50
“Stomach hurts?” Xiao Yao frowned and quickly came to his side, grabbing his hand. “Exactly where?” “My stomach…” Ti Xiao squeezed Xiao Yao’s hand hard, though his fingers trembled slightly. “It’s probably gastritis acting up. That old problem.” Xiao Yao helped him sit down in the living room. Ti Xiao whimpered softly, curling up on…