Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luosang stayed silent for a while, then smiled and said, “If it’s happening at your place, I can host it for you. But if you’re going to a grand hotel, I don’t think I can do it. I’m not a professional after all. You can’t blame me if anything goes wrong.”
“Aren’t you going to host the Christmas show? Just think of it as a practice,” Ye Chun smilingly took out a pad of paper from her bag.
“That’s…” said Luosang.
“The script of a musical. I’m starring in the musical that our department will stage at the Christmas show,” said Ye Chuen.
Luosang pressed her lips together without saying anything. Ye Chuen was not as good as Yan Su in many aspects, yet she became one of the leading actors of the musical. Sometimes, backgrounds could mean everything. Fortunately, the broadcasting department wasn’t as competitive as the music and acting department.
But still, Luosang couldn’t accept all of this. Ye Chuen had been signed as a singer and was releasing her first album, while Yan Su hadn’t even gotten a chance yet. Why didn’t Ye Chuen share a little bit more of her opportunity at the Christmas show?
…
The next morning, Luosang waited in a line for breakfast in the canteen. What she liked the most about her university was their rich breakfast. Sometimes, the people who lived nearby would sneak in to buy breakfast there.
As she was thinking about what to eat for breakfast, her phone rang.
She answered the call and asked, “Who’s calling?”
“Haven’t you saved my number yet?” A man’s grumpy voice was heard from the phone.
Luosang recognized that voice, and hurriedly explained, “You didn’t tell me your number. You just added me on WeChat.”
“I didn’t?” The grumpy voice became cold. “Then why do I remember calling you at the beach last time? Didn’t you keep my number?”
Luosang didn’t know what to say.
“Never mind. Back at that time, you probably didn’t think that I’d be generous enough to forgive you for what you did,” Nian Junting continued. “Save my number now, and memorize it.”
“Memorize it? I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said.
“It is necessary. That’s how I’m different from the others. Besides, can’t you memorize pretty much everything you read?” he said.
“…Alright, it’ll only take about ten seconds anyway,” she said. “Mr. Nian, why are you calling me? I’m waiting to buy breakfast.”
“Do I have to have a reason to call you?” Nian Junting was unhappy again. He felt that Luosang lacked the self-awareness as his girlfriend. ‘Never mind,’ he thought, ‘She has probably never been in a relationship. I have no choice but to teach her step by step.’
“You really are a foodie,” he said.
Luosang was a little impatient, feeling that it was completely reasonable for women to love to eat. “Mr. Nian, why are you calling me for no reason? You didn’t miss me, did you?”
“…How could that be possible? I worried that you might miss me. That’s why I called you,” he responded proudly.
“Yeah?” Luosang smiled at the food behind the show window, said, “But I’m not thinking about you. I’m just thinking about the breakfast.”
Nian Junting’s face turned dark. This woman is so ungrateful. If I knew this, I wouldn’t have put in so much money in her meal card yesterday. I wonder how she would eat without my money.’
“You’re lying. You remember what I told you yesterday, don’t you?” he asked.
Hearing him, Luosang remembered that Nian Junting was reading some kind of book which said that when women say ‘no’, they actually meant ‘yes’.
So, she hurriedly changed her tone and said, “I mean, I was trying to say that I did miss you…”
“You miss me? Then shall I send myself to you now?” Nian Junting abruptly chuckled with a deep voice.
Luosang wanted to bite her own tongue off.
Forget it. I can never be as shameless as he is.
