Chapter 63: I Wish Him Far Away from Me, the Farther the Better

Chan now asking for money won't help.

He's still waiting for Eris to help him sort out his legal status. Without proper documentation, legitimate landlords won't rent him a place.

But Lisa and Temir don't understand these things. Their lives have little to do with the homeless.

From their perspective, for the short term, Chan can make do with the $2,000 Lisa gave him, and next month he'll still have income from video creation to sustain himself.

He could easily leave the streets now and rent a place to live.

But Chan didn't want to leave just like that.

As the red Tesla's taillights disappeared at the street corner, Chan lowered his hand.

Once again, he silently thanked his two friends as he turned and headed back to the tent revival spot, carrying the bag of medicine.

Sitting in front of the tent, playing with her phone, Sani heard his footsteps. Black girl looked up, noticing the bag in his hand.

"Back already?"

"Yeah, we'll go beg for food later."

Chan clearly said he would beg, something that might seem strange coming from him to another girl. But Sani just felt happy. She didn't even understand why.

"Chan, I thought you had really run off with those two B***Hs."

Naive and stubborn, courage and recklessness, confidence and arrogance often go hand in hand.

Sani's innocence not only showed in her kindness to Chan but also in her straightforward disdain for those she didn't like.

Her mention of those two B***Hs stirred up her feelings of loss, yet she didn't have enough wisdom to control her expression.

She didn't even consider the possibility that those so-called 'B***Hs' might have a good relationship with Chan.

"Haha, I wouldn't run off with any woman. What do you take me for, a gigolo?"

Chan opened a bottle of water, gulping it down, then continued.

"I remember that blonde chick. You were having dinner with her yesterday. I wonder if she's got a rich guy on the hook, driving a sports car like that."

Sani spoke of Chan's friends right in front of him without hesitation.

Looking at Sani's nonchalant expression, Chan hesitated to speak.

He fully understood Sani's meaning, making it difficult for him to respond.

He could brush off and joke with less important people, but Sani was his most important companion now, and he really didn't know where to start.

His sixth day in America was intense.

He was half dead with a cold in the morning, almost getting addicted to medication. Then he was followed by a rich woman when he went home and got into a fight with a friend.

Initially, he worried about safety as part of the system's task to survive for ten days. Now, he worried more about being backstabbed.

Although they were friends, the conversation had taken on the feeling of being accused by a girlfriend.

"Say something!"

Sani couldn't stand Chan's silence. She had thought all day about what to say, and now Chan didn't respond, which irritated her.

In terms of League of Legends, she had initiated her ult, but Chan didn't respond, which annoyed her.

"Chan, I want to say I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me. But I feel like just saying thank you is too shallow.

I'm trying to figure out how to let you know, or what words to use, to convey how important you, as a friend, are to me."

This was Chan's innermost thoughts. His time with Sani had been too short.

So short that he wasn't sure how to make Sani understand more clearly, to realize that he really appreciated her, and that he didn't look down on her because she wasn't as wealthy as Lisa.

"Are you going to despise me?"

Thinking of the blonde's sports car and Temir's disdainful gaze, Sani's tone dropped unconsciously.

Chan had only been in America for a short time, yet he had already met such impressive friends.

Compared to them, what was he?

Sani felt like laughing now, laughing at her own overestimation.

Why did she think she could compare herself to them?

She had spent the whole day thinking about how to express her thoughts.

At that moment, she felt like Chan owed her for what he did, only to turn around and be so intimate with those other girls.

But after she actually spoke those words, Sani felt like her presence wasn't necessary, even annoying!

Yeah, they're prettier than me, they're all white, they're richer than me, and they can offer him more help than I can.

I only have a broken tent, a broken family, and a pitiful, broken life.

Why am I feeling so much pain watching my friend go to someone better?

Instead of worrying that Chan cares more about me or other friends, I'd rather wish him well, wish him far away from me, the farther, the better.