Shan Zhe had never thought of himself as particularly impressive, but at this moment, he was willing to try some new and exciting things to make a living.

Indeed, it is true that since he forcefully—inserted—himself into this world, he has no place to live, no money. If he doesn't cling onto the thighs of the seme, then he will have to continue sleeping on the lawn.

I touched the ID card in my pocket. Sigh, the system is somewhat considerate. It granted me an identity, although it's that of a poor child without parents or relatives. Still, it's better than being an undocumented resident, right?

Thinking of this, Shan Zhe's gloomy mood suddenly brightened up, even his clear and deep black eyes regained their radiance.

"I can do any job."

Jian You fell silent, his gaze flickering and landing on Shan Zhe's excited face, with a hint of inexplicable emotion passing through.

The young boy seemed like a child who had never been exposed to the world, a pure and ordinary blank sheet of paper. There was a trace of eager curiosity on his innocent face, not appearing like the typical expression one would expect from someone his age...

Even more convinced that the other party was a young master from a wealthy family, the compassion in Duan Zhe's heart grew even deeper.

Even to strangers, he is willing to work hard for the sake of "the two of us," and this warmth is something he finds difficult to let go of.

"Where can you find a job with such a situation..."

"You can go to the bar, and so can I," Shanzhe rubbed his chin and nodded.

Hearing this, Jian You quickly shook his head and said, "That place is off-limits for you!"

"Why?"

Jian You hesitated for a moment, stammering, "....You just can't go, it's not suitable for you to go."

"Prejudice." Dan Zhe refused to believe in superstitions: "God and the people are equal. Just think about it, God was nailed to the cross for three days, shedding His blood to cleanse all sins. God can do anything for His lamb."

Shan Zhe's calm and steady tone suddenly became impassioned, as if he had just delivered a remarkable speech.

Jian You was so shocked by his tone that he couldn't utter a single word, and in the end, could only change the subject to cover it up.

- He still needs to sort things out carefully.

Finally, Dan Zhe achieved his long-awaited wish and followed Jian You back home. It was a small rental house, slightly over 60 square meters in size. There was no living room, only two equally sized bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

It seems that Jian You has turned a bedroom into a lounge, conveniently close to the kitchen. With the addition of a small folding table, it resembles a small dining room.

Now that Dancha is here, it seems that the space and arrangement are about to change.

"The folding bed in the market only costs a little over five hundred yuan. I can lend you the money to buy it first, so you'll have a place to sleep," Jian You said as he tidied up. He paused while arranging the bedding, his voice filled with a gentle consolation, "Are you really going to the bar? I don't recommend it."

"Back then, God was crucified--"

"Alright, if you really want to go, I'll take you there to give it a try."

God bled for three days to cleanse the sins of mankind, but he didn't want to hear this explanation anymore...

Jian You does not trust any gods or Buddhas. To him, faith is all man-made.

Single-track assumed that Christianity was a faithful follower, so Jian You didn't say much. Today happened to end class early, so Jian You asked Single-track to stay at home while he went to the furniture market and bought a small folding single bed.

She specifically found a shop that delivered goods to her door, which took a great deal of effort from Jian You.

After returning home, a small bed was placed by the window in the corner of the tiny bedroom. Jian You then moved an infrequently used small table and placed it next to the bed to serve as a makeshift nightstand for Shan Che.

However, in doing so, there was no place to put the folding table.