Chapter ９

My best friend is Richard Wang, he is Chinese, but he is an American citizen, and I heard that his parents moved to the United States when they were young, so he changed his nationality. I was very close to it because it was the only Asian in my class, and it was also an avid party enthusiast and could be found anywhere, and it brought me to the industry. So I'm close.

Richard's residence is not far from me. This is another person who refuses to live in a college dorm because like me, college dorms have a lot of rules, there are time limits, and men and women are separated. I can't go to the party, so I'm with him, even if it costs more money, but I won't be with him, because I'm a private person who sometimes takes girls back to their rooms and doesn't want anyone to disturb me. So is Richard. He won't let anyone disturb him drinking marijuana.

Didn't I say he was the godfather of the party? Except alcohol, drugs, marijuana, let me say, almost own a shop. I'm a completely different party. For me, as long as there is a girl to bake, it is enough. There are not many things.

I stopped in front of Richard's room, and a pungent smell of marijuana wafted from under the door, letting me know that he didn't answer the phone because he was drunk, so I knocked on the door for a while. He came to open the door for a while.

When the door opened, Richard showed his face, his small eyes looked at his hand, and he still stuffed a marijuana cigarette in his mouth until he realized that the guest who ruined Happy Hour was me.

"Kevin, why did you suddenly appear in front of me? Didn't you have hangover class yesterday?" Richard said with a smile.

"Yes, it was too heavy, so I stopped." I went on to say that I didn't want to explain that I didn't go to school because I was laid an egg by the bastard next to me and then gave birth to it. "So do you smoke marijuana from your head? Don't you go to school?"

I said hello because Richard didn't have the same class as me.

Richard shook his head. "There is no submitted project, and it will be empty when it is completed. Only the short film project of the choir has to sit on the storyboard."

I'm not surprised why this guy has been drunk since morning. I remember Richard said that this idea came into being at the beginning. This may be sitting there working, because the sun hasn't gone down yet.

I went on to say why I came, but Richard looked at Keith, who was now standing beside him, his eyes getting smaller and smaller, and looking as if they were closed. Asked first, and then pointed the cigarette in his hand at Keith's face.

"Who is this?"

"My name is Keitaye Sakemorf," Keith replied almost immediately, completely forgetting what I told you and giving my real name.

"What?" Richard looked suspicious. What he heard was a man's name.

"Keita Yesake..."

"This guy's name is Keith," I said hastily, before he said his own name.

They all turned and looked at me, almost with an impatient face, and then were diverted to Richard's eyes again as he spoke.

"Is this... your new friend or partner, changing your style, Kevin?"

I knew he'd say that.

"Shut up," I said.

Richard smiled before turning to Keith again.

"Well, nice to meet you, Keith. My name is Richard Wang, but don't call me by last name. It's so unsightly." Just saying one word is not enough. Keith reached out to him with his cigarette-free hand.

Keith nodded happily, but I suddenly thought for a moment and suddenly turned away. Keith's eyes didn't blink.

"Nice to meet you, too..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw Keith raise his hand to say hello to Richard. I rushed in, grabbed Keith's hand, and pressed it down.

"Well..." As I spoke, I patted my neck back and forth and watched them in a daze.

In a moment, Richard's stunned expression suddenly turned into a smile.

"It is definitely wrong for the lovers to keep each other out like this."

Prom buddy! You have a good mouth, you know, you should let your kindred suck your fingers!

"Richard..." I gritted my teeth and looked seriously into my best friend's face, while he was still smiling, using my posture.

"I don't feel shy. I don't think you're a man and a woman, Keith." He continued, turning and nodding to the alien.

To make matters worse, Keith joined in.

"Under normal circumstances, men and women are the same."

"That can also take you to heaven, and you can have the whole face, the whole face, and that will be good, and there will be no need for a charming rich boy like you," and he turned and looked at me.

"Will you shut up?" I couldn't wait to jump in and kick him, even though I knew he was joking.

Just as he knew his fate was about to be lost, he opened a wider door and invited me in.

"Come on, come swaggering for me. You must have something important in a place like this."

"Of course, if there's nothing to do," I said nervously, first coming in, then Keith, who came in motionless.

Richard's room was still cluttered and I watched genuine movies on DVD and alien movies on TV screens. Then, you take a look at the used plate on the computer screen. Not far away, there is a pile of paper and a whiteboard for writing stories. There are dozens of bottles of beer not far away. Of course, it also travels in different directions, and I see it, and I can't turn my mouth up.

"How can you live? It's like a pile of rubbish."

"That's what happens when you use your brain. Get yourself a seat and just sit with your hand," Richard said unabashedly.

Of course, I didn't look for that seat because I didn't look for that seat, but Keith kept staring at the TV as he walked over to sit on the sofa, and it seemed that he was particularly interested, so I got a chance. Quickly grab Richard's arm and enter the next bedroom.

"What's the matter with you? I told you I don't like trios, especially with all the men," cried Richard, suddenly dragged in by me, without bagpipes or flutes.

I almost hit him in the skull when he thought I would put him and Keith, but I had to use it just to put him in the face.

"I just want to ask you, I don't want the bastard sitting outside to know."

"That bastard... you mean Keith?"

I nodded nervously, while Richard looked puzzled.

"Why? He's your friend, isn't he?"

"Not friends."

"Then, your companion."

"If you say that word again, I swear I will pull out your teeth one by one." I frowned.

"Friends are not companions, nor are they. Who is that guy?"

"Well, uh..."

When Richard asked me, I didn't know how to answer. Said aliens lay eggs in me, and this is a son because I gave birth to it.