[The Sleeper] (01-02) Author: xiaoyaoii

Author: xiaoyaoii
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is male, likes women, from a major city, average income, average looks, average figure,
average height, average family background. If there are beautiful women available, I can arrange a meeting anytime. I can provide a one-stop service for food, drinks, and entertainment.

This is my complete profile at a matchmaking agency. If anyone contacts me after this, it's basically confirmed
they're a shill. These days, nothing is easy, even shills have become a business. The world is vast,
and there are so many ways to make money. You can easily make money without going out and selling yourself; it also requires a lot of brainpower.

As everyone's income increases, life in this big city is becoming increasingly difficult. The changing times
have created many novel industrial chains, many of which are unheard of.

Don't misunderstand, this has nothing to do with the story itself; it's just to set the stage. My life
has been relatively smooth. After graduating from university, my girlfriend went abroad and became her mentor's girlfriend.
I, who initially had some entrepreneurial ideas, started to drift aimlessly at home. It's not that I'm unemployed; I opened an online store selling novelties.
I figured anything new and interesting was fine, whether people bought it or not was none of my concern. My

family was anxious and tried to introduce me to potential partners, but because of the points mentioned above, it all fell through. They're all grown up,
yet they still don't have a proper life, driving their parents crazy. In desperation, they had to try matchmaking services. If I
can , I'll accept my fate.

That's just background information, not really related to the story. I'm proud to be a homebody, but I'm unemployed
. Am I proud? No.

This is a rapidly changing place, a city full of dreams. Every day, countless people come to
this city with ambition, and many others leave in their underwear, with only a train ticket as their possessions.
Everything is irrelevant to me because I'm a super homebody.

Okay, back to the main point. I'm relatively lucky. My family had a house; they received a lot of compensation for the demolition, and then it
was all converted into houses. When I found out, I was furious! So much money—how long would it take me to spend it all?
Alas, unfortunately, I didn't get a single penny; it was all replaced with reinforced concrete. But I can't say I lost anything;
they gave me two houses. I'm a small-time millionaire, even though they're not in my name and I can't sell them. But I still
have something.

Okay, enough rambling. Now, let me tell you a story. I graduated from a prestigious university, entirely through my own hard work
. I had several girlfriends in four years, but none of them stayed with me after graduation. Who the hell says you only care about what you had
? Now I want to solve my problems, and I have to rely on my own hands. Damn it, let's think about food today. My finances are completely
controlled by my parents. They told me that if I find a wife, the houses will be in my name; if not, I deserve to starve. Okay, let's check
the dates; it should be time to collect rent soon.

Actually, this is another version of myself. The internet can completely transform a person into someone you don't even know
. These years of silence have allowed me to learn a lot online, and it has gradually changed my personality;
even my character has begun to change.

My parents gave me two houses, hoping I wouldn't starve, but seeing me idle all day makes them angry
, which is normal. I could easily find a decent job by submitting a resume; after all, my degree isn't just for show
, and I have some skills. Why don't I work? I don't know. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I'm just
escaping reality .

Chapter One:

After graduating, my girlfriend went abroad. Not long after, I heard she got married—to her professor. I
couldn't understand it at all. She had only been abroad for a short time, and we had only known each other for a few months, yet she was already married. To be honest
, it was a huge blow to me. She was such an obedient girl, yet she got married in such a short time. It shows that people
nowadays very pragmatic; they don't need to consider so many complexities. Money and power are the only truths. Unfortunately,
I don't have either of those things yet.

The only thing I had was two apartments managed for me by Lao Jian after my endless pleading. They were both in the same
building I lived on the 3rd floor, and there was another one on the 6th floor, the top floor, which my parents had sublet to a real estate agency.
The lease was finally up, but the agency kept pestering my parents to renew it. Renew my mind! If they renewed, what would I eat? I refused decisively.

When they took back the apartments, they were in such a mess, it was practically unrecognizable. Even though I didn't plan to live there myself,
was this even a place for a human to live? I had to hire people to clean for two whole days to get everything clean.
I even threw away so much stuff that I felt like I was going to have kidney problems. There was just too much stuff. The property management finally
gave up and said they'd charge me if I threw anything more. I had no choice but to hire a truck to take everything away in one trip.

To show off my accomplishments, I specifically called Lao Jian over to see my work. He didn't say a word, just gave me a simple presentation
. After all, I'm a landlord now, and I'm really short of supplies. I borrowed money from my childhood friends for the renovations and
furniture , and those bastards even wanted to charge me interest! I resolutely refused to pay them back because I simply couldn't
afford it.

Actually, I still miss my college entrance exam days; those were carefree days, even though they were tiring. Now, I'm
exhausted and can only afford instant noodles. My online shop was doing well, making a decent amount of money every day, but unfortunately, I've
thrown it into this apartment. Now, I don't even have the energy to manage that shop anymore. So, my biggest pleasure now
is choosing tenants.

It took at least a month to get the apartment looking decent. The top floor is a small duplex, meaning it has two floors,
so it's difficult to rent it out directly. I had to do what the agency did before: rent it out separately. And so, our story
officially begins—the story of a shut-in guy and various girls. Believe it or not, it's up to me. The
first tenant has arrived.

Wait, you're probably wondering, if university is so great, why can't you handle things in the real world? Let me
explain . If you can't even handle a girl in university, what's the point of going? It means you didn't even graduate elementary school;
you can't even get into a vagina, so don't bother going to university. There's a trick to it. Girls in university are also tiered.
The most basic level is dealing with elementary school girls—just eating, drinking, and having fun. Then you move on to middle school girls, have
a few fun sessions, and you're done. After that, it gets harder. High school girls require spending money. Luckily, my parents always
support me when I talk about dating. Back then, spending money was a big deal. University level girls are like my
girlfriend . As for the highest level, aliens, I wouldn't even consider them. They're always decked out in designer brands and going to the most expensive places.
She's all about cars, she knows everything, I was afraid she'd play me. Let's talk about this college-level girl, this woman really got me
worked up. Money couldn't buy her anything, she's so artsy. You talk to her about the sky, she talks about the earth; you talk about the ocean, she talks about the air;
you say "come," she says "go"; you ask her out, she says "get lost."

I was almost ready to rape her, thankfully it was raining that day. I waited outside her dorm for hours,
and it rained for hours too. Plus, I forgot my umbrella. It wasn't raining when I came out, the sky
was clear within minutes of getting to her dorm, I was soaked to the bone. The dorm supervisor
absolutely wouldn't let me go up there, no amount of money or cigarettes helped, he just told me two words: "No."

When the girl came back, she just glanced at me and went in. Seeing the hope was slim, I
gave up. I didn't have the courage to rape her. I waited so long because I heard a famous saying from my friend, and a surge of anger
rose within me. The rope was already tied around my waist, but when I saw the dorm supervisor's physique, I gave up.
Three of us couldn't beat him.

But things took a turn for the better. This old man actually helped me out. The girl later heard him ramble on, saying I stood in the rain
like a complete idiot for hours, and that I looked a bit crazy, warning the girls to be careful. Hearing
this, she immediately called to ask me out for dinner, which I refused. She called for several days in a row, and I refused each time.
I'm a man, how could I give up so easily? If I hadn't been running a fever for so many days and couldn't get out of bed, I would have already yelled at her.

In the end, this girl managed to get past our building's community manager and come see me directly. Apparently, it
took a bit of effort; she had to talk to the community manager for a while before she could come up. It shows our community manager is really responsible; not letting
me come up directly put my mind at ease.

She came at night, bringing a lot of apples, saying something about peace and safety. I was about to panic, but
seeing such a pretty girl, I let her off the hook. I just coughed loudly a few times,
and even thoughtfully put a mask on me and asked about my symptoms, asking if I was feeling unwell. I was so
happy, I told her it was possible, but I hadn't dared to get checked. Then, afraid of disturbing my rest, she
didn't sit down for a minute and ran off.

Later, I heard she wasn't, and we got together. This shows my charm is irresistible. We
hit home run on the first day! After several days of home runs, I got angry and stopped seeing her. She was so clingy and
annoying. It would have been better if I just had a fever and could stay in bed. So, I stayed in bed for almost a week. After that, I
stopped hitting home runs every day. Lying in bed was tiring, and I was thirsty, drinking tap water every day, which gave me diarrhea.

Even the best things are gone now, so I won't mention her anymore. I'll continue renting out my place and being a landlord. I was bored at home that day,
playing video games. I heard there are a lot of girls on the site, and I'm pretty good, but I still couldn't get a single girl to play with.
Damn it, there were a few people using voice changers on YY (a Chinese voice chat platform). I blocked them immediately and quit. I randomly posted some
rental , waiting for girls to come. Of course, handsome guys are fine too, as long as they pay. I'm not picky now;
I can't solve my physical needs anyway, so who cares about gender?

Finally, someone called. I answered immediately, briefly explained the situation, and the person
said they could come after work. They asked my time, and I said I was available anytime. There wasn't much else to talk about, so I hung up. It
was nice; the voice was quite sweet.

It's also fun flirting with girls around me who need comforting on WeChat. Various prices, various locations, those
photos could be used as print models. I wonder why all the girls these days look the same.
Did all study abroad in the South? As long as they're not from Thailand, I'd like to go and flirt with them sometime, but first,
I need money.

I tossed the instant noodle bowl into the kitchen sink, checked the time—it was almost time to view the apartment. Without thinking too much, I grabbed some
clothes and put them on; it wouldn't look good to be naked, even though my little brother was quite impressive. I figured I'd let him see
guests later.

Chapter Two: The Arrival.

Just as I was mentally cursing all the telecom scammers as idiots, I heard
footsteps . I opened the security door to the 6th floor and went in for a quick look. There was still a slight smell of renovation, but
that meant it was truly newly renovated, a high-end renovation.

Just as I was about to stomp on a cockroach to get rid of it, someone behind me asked, "Hello, I
'm here to view the apartment. Are you the landlord?" A soft voice, not bad. Looking at his face, pretty good. I immediately turned
around , and I was stunned. This person could only exist in heaven; coming to earth was superfluous.

Before me stood a stunningly beautiful woman, barely 1.5 meters tall and probably weighing
around was broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and had a face full of menacing features. I was so intimidated I took a few steps back. "What kind of monster is this?" was what I thought to myself,
but I didn't dare say it aloud, afraid I'd be unable to leave this building.

The woman smiled broadly, took a few quick steps, and glanced at me several times, almost making me faint. Thankfully,
she seemed more interested in the house than me. Wasn't it said that animals couldn't become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China? This was breaking the rules!

"Is this house yours, or are you the agent? Tell me, can you lower the price? How much is the agent's fee?"
The woman completely ignored me, pleading and searching—no, looking up and down. It was a two-story house, three bedrooms downstairs
and two upstairs, each with its own bathroom. The kitchen was downstairs. It had all the necessary furniture and appliances; I
couldn't . Where the hell was I supposed to get the money for that?

"It's mine, the price is what's online, and all the pictures are ones I took myself. How do you think, girl?"
I'm short on cash right now, I don't care who you are. I'll do anything for money except prostitution.

"Oh, everyone says that, so don't try to fool me. This place is so small, what kind of landlord are you?" The girl gave me a disdainful look
, and I quickly shut up. Her gaze was like an infrared beam, sweeping over me, making my hair
stand on end.

"Those pictures are all taken, you know how to take pictures? You only took pictures of the floor and sink in the kitchen, the
toilet in the bathroom, and the bed in the bedroom. What can you see? Are you trying to imply something?" The beautiful woman was clearly starting to get
interested in me. I quickly went to the door. Damn it, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to escape.

"No, no, please don't misunderstand. My technique is just not good enough. If you don't like it, I'll take new ones." This was
the first time in my life I'd been scared by a woman. It was a first for me, and I even stammered.

"That's good. Don't try anything funny. I've practiced judo." "Yes, yes,
you're right, sir. How could I dare have such improper thoughts? How do you feel?" I had already left the room. Damn it, how dare you...
As soon as she got close, I jumped down, not caring what she did.

"That's good, it's alright, but the renovation smell is quite strong. How long have you been doing this?" The woman noticed
the smell too; I thought she was only noticing me.

"It's alright, it's been over ten years." "Over ten years? You're kidding me! Over ten years and it still smells this strong? Do
you think I'm an idiot?" The woman clenched her fists—this wasn't a good sign. I immediately apologized, "The renovation is over ten
years old, but I just did a simple fix. These days everyone's into high-end renovations, right? Look at mine, it's so high-
end , even the toilet is flush, I don't even need a basin anymore." Right now, I just wanted to satisfy this woman; after all, it was my
first customer, and I had to be polite.

"Oh, okay then, I'll think about it. I'll bring someone to take a look tomorrow. Do you want a commission? If you do,
I won't take the exam." Huh? Bring someone to take a look? I was a little dizzy. Damn, does this woman
want to capture Tang Sanzang before she comes? Something's not right. "What? Why do you want to bring someone?" "What are you doing?" Now that I
was at the bottom of the stairs, the risk was gone, and I felt more confident. Hearing that he was bringing someone else, I sensed things weren't so
simple.

"Oh, don't get worked up. I'm looking at it for someone. It's my classmate. She won't have time until tomorrow, so I'm
just taking a look today. I have a husband and a house, why would I need to rent? I'm a local, pfft~" A local?
His accent didn't sound like it. Whatever, if you can't handle it, get lost. I'm going to keep masturbating.

The guy took a quick look, snapped some photos with his phone, and then slowly went downstairs. Just as he reached the bottom
, he turned back and smiled at me. "Bye-bye, handsome. You look pretty safe. Don't always
think I'm going to do anything to you." Then he slowly disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief and removed my hands from my chest and
groin scared me to death. Next time I look at a house, should I video chat first? After thinking about it, I realized
it probably wouldn't work. He wouldn't pay any attention to me.

This girl is beyond compare. I deeply admire her husband; he actually dared to marry
someone who traveled from the Cretaceous period. His courage is commendable; I almost peed my pants in fear. I went in to check on the cockroach,
but after searching for ages, it had vanished! Damn, it ran fast. I'll deal with it next time.

I wiped the sweat from my brow, shaking my head to try and banish the image from my mind. I closed the door,
went downstairs for a stroll. No more instant noodles today, I'm about to throw up. I'm going home for a free meal.

It's only natural for a son to eat his father's food. Old Jian didn't say anything; after a few slaps and kicks, he
didn't hit me with a stick. He still cares about me, even though I see that almost everything in the house that could be used for hitting is broken. It just
shows I'm still popular.

After dinner, I packed some snacks in a plastic bag and hurried back to my
room amidst Lao Jian'er's warm greetings. But thinking about it, "You little brat, if you dare come back again, I'll break your legs," wasn't a very pleasant thought.
However , Lao Jian'er still acknowledged that I was their biological son, which made him quite happy.

This day was spent again in a world of hip-hop, flaxen, and brothels. Looking at that mysterious scene,
I completely immersed myself in it, one hand intimately interacting with my little brother, the other constantly
moving in and out. Gradually, I reached my climax, panting and producing white fluid. I felt I could finally sleep.
I wiped myself with my underwear and threw it in the trash. Damn, I'll have to buy underwear again tomorrow. I took a shower, a satisfied smile and drool
, and drifted off to sleep. There, beautiful women were everywhere, and they were all so obedient. It was wonderful.

When I opened my eyes again, I had no idea what time it was. I'd just wake up, feel uncomfortable
, and then go back to sleep until I didn't want to anymore. I missed the days when I could have sex after waking up, and the feel of those
full breasts—but that was just a memory now.

I was about to go back to sleep when my phone kept ringing. It was so annoying I almost wanted to smash it. Oh well,
when I'm rich, I'll make sure you rest in peace. I rubbed my eyes, didn't even look at who it was, and answered.

"Um, um, are you the landlord? I'm the one who looked at the apartment yesterday. Can I come back today?" What?
The landlord? Right, this is a client. Another client to entertain! Great! I instantly perked up, but then something felt off.
Yesterday? Wasn't it just some thug who came yesterday? This voice doesn't sound right.

"Yes, I'm the landlord. Just call me the landlord. But who are you? I don't think you came yesterday
." I took the call, went to the bathroom, and used my head to hold the phone in place while my little brother was getting wet.

"Um, yes, my senior came yesterday, and she said she wanted me to come over today. Um, do you have
time today?" I shook my little brother and put him in my pants. I'm not used to sleeping naked, and since I didn't have underwear, I
wore pants . But this thing rubs against my pants, it's quite uncomfortable.

"Really? Just come over. What time are you arriving? I'll wait for you. Is that hero, no, that
beautiful girl still coming?" That woman is a nightmare for me. I finally forgot about her, and now she's brought it up again.
It's torture.

"I don't know, I think she's not coming. She said the landlord is pretty silly, and it's safe. Ah~ no, she said
the landlord is nice, and she told me to come and see for myself." Hearing that timid little voice on the phone, I felt pretty good, and
started fantasizing again, but I immediately dismissed it. Damn it, a junior who practices judo, she's probably just a little dinosaur at best.

I'd been thinking about this for a while, so I didn't really listen to what the girl was saying. "If you can come, come over," I said. We
agreed on a time, hung up, and I put the things I brought from home in a sunny spot to heat them up—they'd
be my food soon.

I ate some naturally heated food, but it wasn't very satisfying; sun-heated food just doesn't taste good. But it was still
better After resting for a bit, I opened QQ and played a few games. Sigh, even elementary school kids these days are so clever!
Are you guys all monkeys sent by the monkeys? I lost several games in a row, then quit. I smashed the mouse, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. You have to maintain a certain image when
entertaining customers . Looking at my handsome reflection in the mirror, I felt almost mesmerized. Damn it, why
doesn't any girl like me?

Like waiting for someone to come out, the more you want him to, the less he'll come out. I waited upstairs for at least
half an hour , I was getting bored to death, and still no one came. I picked up my phone to check, and it was dead.
It was dead! It's only been a day since I charged it. If only we had nuclear power, we could use it until we died without ever needing to charge it, how great would that be? But then again,
batteries are exploding these days, if it were nuclear power, wouldn't we be flying to the heavens? Oh well, I'll just go charge it later.

'Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding' 'Ding ding ding ding ding' Only you~ I sang a line naturally.
I immediately sensed something was wrong. Ugh, what am I doing? Just as I was regretting my line, I chuckled. I thought I
heard someone laughing. I immediately stood up. I was just bored and sat down to greet this
beautiful woman who wanted to see the house and her family.

I stood up and looked. Oh my! Who is this? There was a girl standing in front of me. Short hair, big eyes, a small, rosy face,
a small nose and mouth, and even dimples. Hmm, not bad. Looking closer, I realized she was dressed like a primary school student
. Why do I say primary school student? Because I feel only primary school students dress like this.
A very proper little t-shirt with cartoon characters on it, and casual pants. Hmm, her legs aren't short either.
She's about 1.6 meters tall, but it all seems to be on her legs. She was wearing white canvas shoes, which made me a little
uncomfortable. Most people who wear shoes like that are artsy, nerdy youths. The only thing I didn't like was her
breasts . I couldn't tell how big they were under the t-shirt.

"Um, um, I'm here to look at the apartment. You must be the landlord, right? I was stuck in traffic, I tried calling you but your phone
was off." The girl in front of me, clutching the bottom of her t-shirt, blushed and avoided looking at me,
asking .

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm the landlord. No, I'm the landlord. I was just saying I'd call
to pick you up. Come on in, come on in." I wiped my drool. Thank goodness the girl didn't see me. This is a blessing
in disguise! A little girl to soothe my wounded heart from yesterday. I was going to ask her if she was underage and
renting apartment. How dare she! Does her family know? But I didn't. Damn it, such a good opportunity!
I finally saw a cute girl, I might as well let her go. Even just looking at her is fine.

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