Chapter 755
Chapter 755:
Clement’s reply came swiftly. “Fernanda, I checked. The apartment in 806 is already taken, but I’ve booked 813 for you. The layout and decor are pretty much identical.”
“Got it.”
Clement finalized the contract, paid the rent, and sent Fernanda the apartment door’s password within fifteen minutes.
Having visited Clement’s dorm often, they were already familiar with the layout.
As the elevator glided to a stop on the eighth floor and the doors slid open, they were greeted by the sight of Clement and his friends lounging casually on the sofas near the elevator.
Neal hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly out of place, but Clement was quick to bridge the gap. He walked right over and gave Neal a playful pat on the shoulder. “Bro, I stocked your fridge and packed it to the brim with your favorite snacks. Impressive, right? My efficiency’s off the charts.”
Neal managed a strained smile. “Appreciate it.”
“No big deal,” Clement replied, lowering his voice. “Just return the favor tomorrow during the game, okay? Seriously, you won’t believe it—I got roasted this morning.”
Clement, notorious for his poor gaming skills, often relied on others to carry him to victory. Whenever he ventured solo, random teammates never hesitated to unleash a torrent of insults.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Clement had no choice but to play. He carried a weighty responsibility: scouting potential recruits for Fernanda’s studio. His personal rank needed to rise high enough for him to match with pro players, allowing him to assess their potential for joining the team.
The apartment itself was about 70 square meters—cozy yet spacious, with just one bedroom and one living room. Both rooms boasted large, floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a flood of natural light. Opposite the bed in the cozy bedroom was a wide desk that doubled as a workspace, making it ideal for someone living alone.
“Man, you really don’t have much stuff,” Clement remarked, eyeing Neal’s single suitcase. He shook his head with a smirk. “When I moved in, I had at least two suitcases packed to the brim.”
“Enough with the teasing,” Fernanda said, her tone sharp. She turned to Clement, her eyes narrowing. “It’s a housewarming. We should at least have a decent meal. Go pick up some meat and veggies. We’ll have a nice stew for lunch.”
𝙍𝙖𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Seriously, Fernanda? A stew in this heat?”
Fernanda chuckled, unbothered. “What’s there to complain about? We’ve got air conditioning. It’s not like I’m forcing you to cook under the blazing sun.”
Clement knew better than to argue with her. So, he simply nodded and followed her lead. Over the years, he’d learned that some people, like Fernanda, could easily crave something unusual—like enjoying a steaming bowl of stew with the AC blasting in the middle of a summer afternoon or indulging in ice cream while huddled up by a heater in the dead of winter.
And stew was indeed delicious.
Without hesitation, he gathered his crew and set off to gather the ingredients.
Meanwhile, Fernanda sent a quick message in the group chat, inviting everyone over to Neal’s new place for a meal.
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