Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luosang stayed silent for a while, then smiled and said, âIf itâs happening at your place, I can host it for you. But if youâre going to a grand hotel, I donât think I can do it. Iâm not a professional after all. You canât blame me if anything goes wrong.â
âArenât you going to host the Christmas show? Just think of it as a practice,â Ye Chun smilingly took out a pad of paper from her bag.
âThatâs...â said Luosang.
âThe script of a musical. Iâm starring in the musical that our department will stage at the Christmas show,â 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 wasnât as competitive as the music and acting department.
But still, Luosang couldnât accept all of this. Ye Chuen had been signed as a singer and was releasing her first album, while Yan Su hadnât even gotten a chance yet. Why didnât Ye Chuen share a little bit more of her opportunity at the Christmas show?
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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, âWhoâs calling?â
âHavenât you saved my number yet?â A manâs grumpy voice was heard from the phone.
Luosang recognized that voice, and hurriedly explained, âYou didnât tell me your number. You just added me on WeChat.â
âI didnât?â The grumpy voice became cold. âThen why do I remember calling you at the beach last time? Didnât you keep my number?â
Luosang didnât know what to say.
âNever mind. Back at that time, you probably didnât think that Iâd be generous enough to forgive you for what you did,â Nian Junting continued. âSave my number now, and memorize it.â
âMemorize it? I donât think thatâs necessary,â she said.
âIt is necessary. Thatâs how Iâm different from the others. Besides, canât you memorize pretty much everything you read?â he said.
â...Alright, itâll only take about ten seconds anyway,â she said. âMr. Nian, why are you calling me? Iâm waiting to buy breakfast.â
âDo I have to have a reason to call you?â Nian Junting was unhappy again. He felt that Luosang lacked the self-awareness as his girlfriend. âNever mind,â he thought, âShe has probably never been in a relationship. I have no choice but to teach her step by step.â
âYou really are a foodie,â he said.
Luosang was a little impatient, feeling that it was completely reasonable for women to love to eat. âMr. Nian, why are you calling me for no reason? You didnât miss me, did you?â
â...How could that be possible? I worried that you might miss me. Thatâs why I called you,â he responded proudly.
âYeah?â Luosang smiled at the food behind the show window, said, âBut Iâm not thinking about you. Iâm just thinking about the breakfast.â
Nian Juntingâs face turned dark. This woman is so ungrateful. If I knew this, I wouldnât have put in so much money in her meal card yesterday. I wonder how she would eat without my money.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYouâre lying. You remember what I told you yesterday, donât you?â he asked.
Hearing him, Luosang remembered that Nian Junting was reading some kind of book which said that when women say ânoâ, they actually meant âyesâ.
So, she hurriedly changed her tone and said, âI mean, I was trying to say that I did miss you...â
âYou miss me? Then shall I send myself to you now?â 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.