Chapter 4

After finishing the meal, Du Hongting said to me, “Don’t come to cook for me next time.”

I asked, “Is it not delicious?”

He replied, “No, it’s not that.”

I wondered if he was afraid of getting fat?

But he never seemed to care about his weight.

I looked at his expressionless face and realized.

He had a girlfriend and didn’t want to cause suspicion.

Wow, Word Sister-in-law is really good at teaching.

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“Okay, okay, I’ll fix it.”

Unexpectedly, one night, Fatty called our dorm’s landline.

My senior sister answered and after listening, she said, “I’m melting, his voice is so nice, I can bet ten face masks he’s a handsome guy.”

Then, I had my first experience of putting on a face mask.

Du Hongting asked me, “Why can’t I reach you on your phone?”

I said, “What? Damn, it’s broken again.”

Du Hongting said, “You left an apron at my place.”

I replied, “That was a disposable one, why haven’t you thrown it away yet?”

Du Hongting said, “…okay, I’ll throw it away then.”

And then he hung up.

What a hassle, he contacted me just for this?

The courses in the next semester were quite tight, so I set a small goal for myself.

Save money to buy a new phone.

The old-fashioned way.

Save.

So I went to the supermarket to stock up on instant noodles.

They were on sale, packaged in bags, a must-have.

At the checkout, I ran into Du Hongting.

He was with another girl.

Sigh.

If I had known I would run into him, I should have taken fewer bags.

Du Hongting’s gaze passed over a pile of instant noodles and looked down on me from above: “So broke?”

Me: “No, I’m just tired of the cafeteria food.”

Awkwardly, I pretended to look around, and happened to see the girl next to him grab a box of condoms from the shelf and slam it on the checkout counter.

She even said to the chubby guy, “Help me pay for it.”

Me: “!!!”

Du Hongting: “……”

After paying the bill, I quickly grabbed the instant noodles and ran away.

Judging from her accent, she was not the same Taiwanese lady from last time. So…

The second sister-in-law is really unrestrained.

When I almost finished eating the instant noodles, the supermarket held a promotion.

Buy instant noodles and get a chance to win a prize, which is the latest iPhone 5.

Excitedly, I bought over a hundred packs of instant noodles and got more than ten lottery tickets to increase my chances of winning.

I went back to the dorm and prayed that the god of luck would favor me.

My senior sister on the upper bunk sneered, “You are the kind of idiot who falls for this promotion lottery!”

Me: “There’s always hope. What if I win?”

Senior sister: “If you win, I’ll live stream myself eating feces.”

Three days later, the finance department was widely spreading a popular saying:

“So what if she eats feces on livestream?”

Three days later, the finance department was widely spreading a popular saying:

What’s wrong with live streaming eating feces?

My senior sister will show you what it means to eat well!

Yes, I actually won.

And I don’t even have to pay taxes.

Holding my brand new phone, I licked it in excitement. I chose the silver color that I like, and it also has the highest memory capacity of 64G.

I downloaded an app from the App Store that the chubby guy helped me develop last time, and I opened it with a sense of accomplishment–

It crashed.

I tried to open it again.

It crashed again.

After three crashes, I quickly reported this to the members of the club’s small group.

Everyone said that they had not encountered this problem before.

I tried it on my own phone and it still crashed.

I asked them, and they all replied, “You wrote the core program, how would we know?”

So I went to find the chubby guy.

Me: “Our software keeps crashing on iOS 7.”

Du Hongting: “It should be a system bug. If your application supports both 32-bit and 64-bit devices, it will crash on 64-bit devices. Currently, this problem only occurs on newly released iOS 7, so your phone will experience the same issue.”

Indeed, he is a genius.

He has extensive knowledge and experience.

However–

Me: “How did you know I’m using an iPhone now?”

Du Hongting: “…”

He remained silent for a few seconds and then said to me, “You said it yourself.”

Did I?

Me: “When did I say that?”

Du Hongting: “You said that our software kept crashing on ‘my’ phone.”

Me: “Oh, you heard it wrong. It’s iOS7, not my phone.”

Du Hongting immediately responded, “Oh, I misheard.”

It was like a race to respond.

Then I told him about winning the prize.

Du Hongting: “You’re lucky.”

Me: “Thank you.”

Du Hongting: “Stop eating instant noodles.”

Me: “Of course.”

Then I remembered I had said I was tired of cafeteria food last time, so I quickly corrected myself and said, “I’ve been tired of it for a long time.”

Du Hongting: “If you want to improve your meal, come to me.”

I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t know that my friend Fatso was such a good person.

Du Hongting: “Also, help me make a meal while you’re at it.”

As expected…

Me: “Okay.”

Later, I went to his house once.

Sister-in-law was not here.

The second sister-in-law was not there either.

I didn’t know, so I brought ingredients with me when I arrived.

When I opened the fridge to cook, I was surprised to find that it was fully stocked with all the delicious foods that I loved.

It was great.

I picked vegetables, cooked rice, cooked dishes, and washed dishes.

The fat guy only had to eat.

I was mindful that he had a girlfriend, so I decided to leave after finishing everything in the fridge.

A weekend.

When I walked in, I saw two elegant and stunning women in the living room.

I noticed that there was also a man lying on the fat guy’s bed, with a blanket covering his face, sound asleep, revealing a pair of long legs that were two meters long.

Unfortunately, he was wearing pants.

The three of them were among the group of math geniuses who had entered the graduate student discussion class early with Du Hongting.

No wonder I felt that the two beautiful women were giving me strange looks as soon as I walked in.

It was a complete crush of the academic gods over the academic laymen.

Du Hongting calmly waited for me to finish eating before speaking, “I’m going to be out of the country for a week in a few days, so don’t come during that time.”

I hurriedly replied, “Okay, okay, okay.”

I never went again.

Even a poor student has their self-respect.

Such a cold and indifferent look…

No matter how much I tried to be friendly, I am not in the same world as Fatty.

I should stop bothering him.

Fatty has been back in the country for several weeks.

He didn’t look for me, and I didn’t look for him.

Strangely, I found myself thinking about something – are there still several boxes of snowflake beef in the freezer?

Tuesday morning’s math class.

I sat in the back row of the crowded classroom, sleeping soundly.

I was suddenly awakened by a voice asking, “Who is Meng Qiqi?”

The professor said, “Someone is looking for you.”

The whole class looked towards the door –

A tall, handsome boy.

I was confused and asked, “Who are you?”

Everyone else had a look of amusement on their faces.

Seeing that I didn’t respond, the boy urged, “Can you come with me to the hospital?”

Because of the audience, I quickly packed up my things and rushed out of the classroom.

The entire department was watching, and a boy in my class even jeered at me from behind, “Meng Qiqi, did you get someone pregnant?”

Get lost, I never even had a boyfriend!