Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Chapter 710: The Furious Lin Shishi

Pfft!Zeng Yan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. How, how, how could anyone be this shameless? Why had he ever liked her in the past? Why had she managed to captivate him so completely?

She could actually say something so brazen.

Did she have any shame? Did she really have no shame at all? As a woman, how could she be more experienced and smooth-talking than him, a man?

"Let's part on good terms and be human, please, I'm begging you, just be a decent person. I didn't come here to discuss this today—I came to inform you that we're breaking up. This isn't a negotiation."

"After all, if we keep dragging this out, neither of us will be happy. I'll have a thorn in my heart, and you probably will too. Continuing like this is just a waste of both our time, so let's part ways amicably."

"Besides, you should be happy about the breakup. Now you can be with your guy best friend. I wish you two a long life together and a house full of kids."

Zeng Yan had pretty much let go. It was mainly the breakup gifts that had made him see clearly what kind of person his girlfriend really was—shameless to this extent.

At the same time, he was grateful that he hadn't married her. If he had married her and she cheated after the wedding, cuckolding him, that would have been far more devastating. The kid might not even have been his, and he'd have raised it like a fool for seven or eight years, maybe a decade.

Zeng Yan's girlfriend hung her head, her face full of sorrow. But her sadness wasn't about breaking up with Zeng Yan—it was about losing him, which meant losing her source of income. She actually quite liked Zeng Yan as a person, she really did. But... sigh.

Why could men have multiple wives, but women couldn't have multiple husbands?

For example, wouldn't it be great if Zeng Yan earned money for her, she spent some time with him now and then, and the rest of the time she had fun with her guy best friend and other boys? You'd be happy, and I'd be happy.

"Fine, then let's break up. Part on good terms. But before we do, you need to pay me compensation for emotional distress."

Hearing the first half, Zeng Yan thought they were finally done. But hearing the second half, he was stunned. After the shock came the rage, rising up hot and fast.

"What the hell? You're the one who cheated! Why should I pay you emotional distress money? If I don't demand it from you, you should be thanking your lucky stars!"

"Hey, Zeng Yan, that's not how the math works. Think about it—even if I cheated, who's the one initiating the breakup? Isn't it you? And who's refusing to break up? Isn't it me? I don't want to break up, but you insist on it. So shouldn't you, the one who wants to end things, pay emotional distress money to me, the one who doesn't? Unless, of course, you're willing to stay with me."

Zeng Yan couldn't argue with his girlfriend. She always had too many twisted arguments.

It was also because Zeng Yan's personality leaned toward the honest, straightforward type—he really wasn't good with words.

So finally, he sighed and said very seriously, "Forget about emotional distress money. I've spent all my money on you. I don't have a single cent left. If you're that insistent on it, go report me to the police or take me to court. Goodbye and good riddance!"

With that, Zeng Yan turned and walked away. But his girlfriend wasn't willing to give up. She grabbed his right arm, but he shook her off, sending her tumbling to the ground. Then he ran off in one direction as fast as he could.

And his girlfriend, still on the ground, furiously cursed at the retreating Zeng Yan.

Sometimes, venting things out was better. Bottling them up only caused internal damage. Zeng Yan's girlfriend cursed on the ground for a full few minutes. Even if her anger wasn't completely gone, it had definitely subsided a lot.

After cooling down, she turned and walked toward the gate of Nancheng University.

Zeng Yan's girlfriend was named Lin Shishi.

Although her name was just one character off from a famous actress also named Shishi, they were worlds apart. Just in terms of appearance, Lin Shishi was an ordinary girl. Of course, among ordinary girls, she was on the slightly prettier side.

Now Lin Shishi began to think about what she would do next.

Her family was an average one. She had an older brother and a younger brother. Her parents were the type who favored boys over girls.

So when she first got into Nancheng University, her parents hadn't wanted her to go. They wanted her to start working right away, put in a few years, then find a man to bring in a bride price, and that would be that.

If it hadn't been for Zeng Yan, she wouldn't be on a university campus right now—she'd be out in society, struggling to survive.

Now, having lost Zeng Yan, Lin Shishi felt like she was in a place with no sense of security. The romance and poetry of campus love shattered in an instant. She had to face reality.

She needed to consider her living expenses, future tuition, and so on.

"Ahhhhh, damn you, Zeng Yan! This is all your fault! All your fault! Why did you break up with me? Why?"

She clawed wildly at her head with both hands, messing up her long hair. Her sudden outburst scared the male and female students passing by, who all quickly gave her a wide berth.

Lin Shishi returned to her dormitory, which housed six people.

Right now, two others were out somewhere, and three were still there.

One of them saw Lin Shishi come in and said to her:

"Shishi, the day after tomorrow, we're all going to a hotpot place for a group dinner, then catching a movie. Are you coming?"

Lin Shishi heard this and instinctively wanted to say, "Yeah, definitely." But then she remembered that her source of income, Zeng Yan, was gone. She hesitated and said, "I'll think about it."

The girl didn't notice anything unusual about Lin Shishi. She just kept talking:

"Oh, by the way, Shishi, and everyone else, have you seen the news? There's a deranged serial killer in Nancheng City, specifically targeting young women. I'm a bit scared."

Another girl in the dorm laughed and said, "Scared of what? That serial killer is going after women who hang out in nightclubs and bars—the ones with messy social lives. We're college students. We're not on his target list."

A third girl chimed in, "Exactly. We never go to bars or those shady nightclubs. So there's nothing to be afraid of. I think if anyone in this dorm should be scared of that serial killer, it's those two."

"Those two" referred to the girls who weren't in the dorm right now.