Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai noticed that Xiao Luo headed straight to bed as soon as he came back. Still, neither of them had any idea what had happened. They wondered if something had happened during the watch transaction, but now was not the best time to ask. They thoughtfully turned down the volume of the game and music so as to not disturb Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo slept until 8 o’clock that evening. He was even fast asleep when Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai tried to wake him up for dinner. So, the two of them packed some food for him, but by the time he woke up, it had gone cold.
“Brother Luo, my good brother Luo, what’s wrong?” Zhu Xiaofei asked in a hurry.
“I was too tired.” Xiao Luo stretched his back, then added, “I feel much better after a good sleep, though.”
“Brother Luo, didn’t you just go meet the watch buyer? What made you so tired?” Zhu Xiaofei asked, puzzled.
Ding Kai was equally suspicious as he looked at Xiao Luo. To be honest, they had both been shocked when Xiao Luo first returned because they could sense an evil aura emanating from his body. That was also why they hadn’t grilled him when he’d first come back.
Xiao Luo waved his hands and said, “Let’s not talk about this anymore. They stood me up, and I had to wait there all afternoon.”
So that’s what happened!
Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai finally understood why Xiao Luo had looked so pissed off when he’d come back. He had been stood up and made to wait an entire afternoon. He was surely fuming with anger. It was fortunate that he hadn’t taken it out on them.
“Speaking of which, do you know the taste of the fried noodles from noodle store outside our school?” Xiao Luo asked. He was hungry and needed something to fill up his stomach.
“The noodles from the first store when you turn right after leaving the school gate are really rich,” Zhu Xiaofei replied immediately.
Ding Kai glared at him and said, “Brother Luo, don’t listen to him. He likes the store owner’s daughter. That’s why he thinks they taste so good.”
“Store owners’ daughter?” Xiao Luo asked, raising his eyebrows.
“She’s a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Lolita and helps out frequently at the store. She has a sweet, demure appearance and pale skin. Lao Zhu even gave her a nickname, Fried Noodles Girl,” Ding Kai said.
“Shut up, Kaizi! Do you really think that I went to buy fried noodles only because Fried Noodles Girl is pretty? Am I really that sort of guy?” Zhu Xiaofei asked anxiously.
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“You are.”
“What the heck. Are you asking for a spanking? You always speak badly about me in front of Brother Luo. You’re ruining my heroic image!”
“Big fool!”
“F*ck, I can’t stand it anymore.”
…
They ended up fighting, and they both tried to distract each other by grabbing each other’s balls. The attacker always made some weird noises like he was filled with ecstasy.
Xiao Luo was covered with goosebumps. Letting out a sigh, he left the room.
Thanks to Zhu Xiaofei’s influence, he headed for the fried noodle store. It was just as he’d said, and a pretty girl was helping out at the store. Although she was lovely, she was very young, and he was no longer interested in teenage girls.
He walked over, ordered a serving of fried rice cake with meat, and found himself a seat.
In Jiangcheng, there were countless stores like this. Though they may not look flashy, they could still make several thousand each month. Besides, many great delicacies came from stores like this.
“Hey, Hero Luo!”
Just then, he heard a sweet voice call his name.
Xiao Luo detected a light fragrance in the air. Soon after, An Huanhuan was seated directly across from him.
Boasting fair and clear skin, exquisite facial features, and black, silky hair, she had an upbeat grin on her face and came off as cute and tiny. White stud earrings adorned her earlobes.
“Hero Luo, I can’t believe you’re eating here!” An Huanhuan exclaimed with a smile.
Xiao Luo didn’t find it humorous in the slightest. He thought to himself: Why wouldn’t I eat here?
But instead, he said: “An Huanhuan, do you need something?”
“Actually, yes. Have you forgotten, Hero Luo? You once promised me something,” An Huanhuan replied, nodding her head.
“I did? What did I promise you?” Xiao Luo said, his eyebrows furrowing.
An Huanhuan pouted her lips in disappointment and responded, “Didn’t you promise to teach me Kungfu back when we were behind the school mountain?”
Oh, so that’s what she was referring to!
Xiao Luo had a vague recollection of this. He had casually mentioned it back then without being serious, so he had eventually forgotten all about it.
With an awkward smile, he said, “I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy lately that I completely forgot about it.”
“It’s alright. As long as Hero Luo is willing to teach me, then I’m fine.”
An Huanhuan put on her most adorable smile. Just like an elf without any worries, she forgot all her troubles in an instant. “It’s like they say, ‘there’s no time like the present.’ Right, Hero Luo? Why don’t you teach me now?”
Xiao Luo furrowed his brow again and answered, “I have yet to eat my dinner. Why don’t I teach you after I eat?”
“You can pack the food to go and teach me while you eat! Hehe…”
An Huanhuan approached the lady boss and packed Xiao Luo’s fried rice cake into a white takeout box before paying for the food.
Xiao Luo couldn’t reject her and stood up from his seat. An Huanhuan held his hand as if there were no distinction between men and women, and she led him to the school’s rubber field.
“Cough, cough. An Huanhuan…”
“What’s up?”
“Can you let go of my hand?” Xiao Luo asked. He wasn’t used to having a girl dragging him around.
An Huanhuan giggled playfully and said, “Hero Luo, you’re so coy! Holding hands won’t get me pregnant. Don’t let it bother you.”
Xiao Luo could say nothing in return.
When they arrived at the rubber field, An Huanhuan exclaimed with much excitement, asking, “Hero Luo, what should I do?”
“Run two laps for a start.”
Xiao Luo found himself a stone stool, sat down, and began to open his fast-food box.
“Ah? Run two laps? Around the field?” An Huanhuan’s face turned pale.
“Yes. You can’t master Kungfu in a day. You first have to build up your stamina before you can start learning. If you’ve ever watched those special forces shows on TV, you would know that to master a skill, you first have to go through hellish training,” Xiao Luo replied as he bit into his piping hot fried rice cake.
An Huanhuan rolled her black pearl-like eyes and asked, “Hero Luo, do you have any skills that would allow us to dual cultivate? Shall we dual cultivate?”
After saying that, her face flushed as red as a completely ripened apple.
Dual cultivation?
“Cough! Cough, cough…”
Xiao Luo choked on his food and began to cough. It was not like he was a nerd or shut-in who only read the Holy Bible. Even if he didn’t know about it first-had, Zhang Dashan had imparted so much knowledge concerning boy and girl relationships, and he knew what ‘dual cultivation’ meant. It was not merely sex, but the unification of Yin and Yang to achieve a perfect sense of harmony.
“Hero Luo, are you okay?”
An Huanhuan saw him coughing really badly and started to pat his back.
Xiao Luo raised his hands and tried to stop her. “An Huanhuan, just what are you trying to achieve? Have you watched too many martial art dramas?”
“Didn’t I already say that I wanted Hero Luo to be my boyfriend?” An Huanhuan responded innocently.
“Then I’ll say this now, once and for all: we’re not suited for each another,” Xiao Luo replied in a serious tone as he put his food down.
“Why? Is it because I talked to Song Jianan, so you—”
“Stop imagining things. To you university students, dating is normal and almost part of the curriculum. I’m not looking down on you,” Xiao Luo interrupted. “You guys and me, we just come from two different worlds. It is unavoidable that we had to cross paths, but I’m just passing through your world and will leave really soon. That’s why I don’t want you to see me as a potential partner. You still have a long road ahead of you.”
“What, Hero Luo, you…you are going to leave?” An Huanhuan asked. The smile had left her face, and her body was in shock.
