Chapter 64: I, Barry, Good Friend
Mo Fei and Mikayla left the school, but Mo Fei didn't notice that as he departed, he passed by a yellow, dilapidated Chevrolet with black racing stripes.
"Sam actually sold his glasses… Should I follow him? Or not?"
The Chevrolet's engine roared, somewhat indecisive, as it watched Sam go one way and Mo Fei and Mikayla go another.
But in the end, the battered Chevrolet decided to follow Mo Fei.
A car that was originally driverless suddenly started. If anyone had passed by, they would have been scared into a near heart attack, as the concept of intelligent driving didn't exist yet.
However, at the moment the car started, if one looked from the outside in, they would have noticed an unremarkable driver.
But if you were to look inside, you would find it completely empty.
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As more and more middle-aged men crowded into Mo's Clinic, finally, a shameless one broke the ice.
With a bashful expression, wringing his hands, he stammered to Mindy, "Little sister… do you, do you have that kind of pill here?"
Mindy expressionlessly handed him a Great Strength Pill!
As each man, one after another, asked her for a Great Strength Pill in that disgusting manner and tone, while handing them the medicine with a blank face, Mindy secretly vowed—Brother, if you dare to leave me alone in the shop selling these things again, I'll take you down with me!
I, Mindy, am super fierce!
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"Clang! Clang!"
The dull sound of a train hitting the tracks suddenly passed by the window, and the strong noise and vibrations it brought caused Wesley to immediately open his eyes.
He felt as if his house was experiencing an earthquake, and the glass cup on his bedside table was shaking.
Wesley, now awake, felt unusually fatigued because the blood flow in his kidneys last night far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, full of explosive power, but unfortunately, it was too short-lived.
This also made his girlfriend extremely dissatisfied!
The short burst of just over a minute had also exhausted Wesley's energy, leaving him so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes at all.
"Wesley!" A high-pitched, sharp voice echoed through the entire room. A blonde woman complained, "How am I supposed to sleep with all this noise? I keep getting woken up by these awful things. When can we move?"
"I actually quite like hearing it!" Wesley mumbled.
After silently enduring his girlfriend's shrill voice, Wesley fed his yellow kitten, Annabelle, and then left for work.
After he left, his best friend, Barry, came over.
Barry truly lived up to being Wesley's best friend in this life; he was full of righteous indignation. After Wesley left home, to prevent his girlfriend from feeling lonely, he would always come over to comfort her.
And he never charged any fees, come rain or shine. What a rare good person!
I, Barry, am a good friend!
Wesley's girlfriend was actually quite beautiful and sexy, just extremely warm-hearted, welcoming everyone, with a cheerful and sociable personality.
Wesley was actually quite troubled; because his girlfriend was too enthusiastic, loved to entertain guests, and the dinners she made were a bit too 'slippery.'
He didn't particularly like this kind of dinner, but there was nothing he could do. He had fallen in love with a wild horse, but his home had no prairie, so he couldn't be picky about the food his girlfriend made.
And as he ate it more and more, he gradually got used to it.
Some people wanted to eat this kind of dinner but didn't even have the chance, after all, they didn't even have a girlfriend!
To make life bearable, one must wear a little green on their head.
Wesley walked down the street in a green T-shirt, feeling cheerful.
Green represents life, health, and vitality; it's a color full of hope. He loves green the most!
After Wesley left home, the portly Barry entered Wesley's house as if it were his own, diligently helping Wesley's girlfriend with all sorts of chores, like a busy little bee.
If anyone could draw back Wesley's curtains and look, they would find Star-Lord helping Professor X's girlfriend… no, it was Barry helping Wesley's girlfriend unclog the drain.
Arriving at the company, Wesley's desk was a mess, covered in documents. These were tasks thoughtfully left for him by his helpful colleagues to train the young Wesley, specifically to turn him into a super office expert in the shortest possible time, capable of skillfully handling all kinds of documents, regardless of whether they were related to his major.
To have such mutually supportive and helpful colleagues, Wesley truly felt so happy!
And his boss, Janice, was also a very good boss—shrewd and capable. Although she weighed over three hundred pounds, she was broad-minded and kind, and she valued him greatly, treating him with the respect due to two people, pushing him to strive until he could do no more, to fight until he moved himself, and often letting him stay in the office late into the night for free, never charging him for electricity.
His boss never gave him a raise. Do you think his boss was stingy with that little money?
No! His boss was teaching him that one should not dwell on immediate gains, but rather look at the long-term!
His boss never gave him opportunities for promotion. Do you think his boss was suppressing him?
No! His boss was teaching him that a sharp sword comes from grinding, and plum blossoms smell fragrant from bitter cold; gold will always shine!
As for why his good friend Barry was still at his house helping his girlfriend when he came to the office for work?
Would Wesley casually go around saying that he had seen Barry emerge from his boss Janice's car multiple times?
No, he wouldn't. Barry was his best friend, and Wesley would never betray Barry in this lifetime!
Sitting at his desk, Wesley looked at his colleagues, each leisurely sipping coffee, and smiled with contentment.
Being in the office felt just like being at home. The colleagues in the office were all talented, and their conversations were pleasant. I absolutely love being in the office!
After work that day, Wesley once again went to a pharmacy near the company. He needed to buy some anxiety-inhibiting medication.
Standing at the checkout counter, he remembered the watermelon-flavored Smurfs that he had paid for Barry when Barry didn't have money to pay yesterday.
Wesley smiled knowingly. His girlfriend also loved eating watermelon the most, and last night, when he was home playing with his girlfriend, he could still smell a faint scent of watermelon on her.
He and Barry truly were good friends; it was as if destiny had guided them to become friends.
"Wesley, is that you?"
Wesley turned his head and saw an Asian youth, whose appearance was still very handsome even to a Westerner like him, looking at him in surprise.