Liu Xia had been dreaming all night, and the events proved the saying: what you think about during the day, you dream about at night—dreams are the truest reflection of the heart.
She originally thought she was most concerned about Patron Mom, but unexpectedly, the dream exposed the truth: what she was truly thinking about, what didn’t concern her life-saving Gu Lingluo at all, was…
Braised Pig’s Trotters~ Mousse Cake~ Australian Prawns~ Egg Pancakes~
Yes, it was that mix of Chinese and Western, that blend of the sophisticated and the common, that level of wild unpredictability!
When you’re starving, you realize there are simply too many delicious foods in the world. She wished she were all stomach, capable of sweeping every delicacy in!
Of course, the precondition was not gaining weight.
She remembered vividly that last night she dreamed of her favorite Coke Chicken Wings. She lunged at them in a hungry pounce, eager to feast, only to find that the cooked wings unbelievably wanted to fly?
That simply wouldn’t do!
She desperately screamed “Don’t go!” and chased the wings. However, chicken wings are, after all, wings. They flew too high, just out of reach. She could only barely cling to the edges.
She couldn’t bite into the wing at that height, but that didn’t matter. Licking the sauce was still good.
So she licked and licked and licked. And let me tell you, it smelled wonderful!
The memory still left her craving.
In the dream, she finally couldn’t hold back. With a hop, she pulled the wing into her mouth and took a bite. The texture~~ Q-elastic and tender~~ Tsk, tsk~ No, I can’t think about it. I’ll drool on the notebook.
She suddenly understood Hao Yan, the foodie. Delicious food is truly tempting.
Rubbing her stomach, which was full of millet porridge, Liu Xia felt a genuine sense of shared misery.
Sweetie, it’s not that big sis won’t let you eat delicious food. It’s just that you starved yourself all day yesterday and took medicine on an empty stomach. You’re very fragile right now. Just bear with it for now. We’ll keep lunch light, and tonight we’ll immediately go feast on chicken wings!
Forcing down her cravings, Liu Xia sighed and remembered her cruel, cold, resolute, and heartless Patron Mom.
She suffered hunger and exhaustion for a day and a night, but the person truly didn’t care. My heart is broken.
And Hao Yan—what kind of terrible idea was that?!
She swore up and down that Gu Lingluo would definitely come. Where did she go?
Heh. She knew all along that her scrawny little body couldn’t support such solid confidence.
Forget it. Considering that she at least tried her best, she wouldn’t hold it against her.
Hao Yan, who was taking notes, glanced at her. “Are you talking badly about me?”
Liu Xia quickly shook her head. “Did I even open my mouth? Don’t accuse me unfairly.”
“Good. If I find out you dare to be ungrateful, just wait and see how I deal with you.”
Huh? Where is your favor, my dear sister? Gu Lingluo didn’t come at all, alright?!
Daring to be angry but not daring to speak, Liu Xia felt like a coward.
She turned to look at Gai Gai, who was resting her chin on her hand with a lovesick expression, sighing every three minutes, giggling foolishly every two minutes, and checking her phone every half minute.
Liu Xia glanced at her phone’s screen saver.
Oh, oh, oh~
This must be that wealthy and influential Xu Qinglan?
Long hair, a slender waist, fan-like lashes, and red lips. The small mole on her lip was particularly alluring.
She truly was a beauty.
But no matter how beautiful, she was still a woman. Steel-rod straight Liu Xia felt absolutely nothing.
Gai Gai noticed her gaze and eagerly held out her phone.
“How is she? Isn’t she beautiful? She was the campus belle back then. If she hadn’t graduated, she’d still be the campus belle! Gu Lingluo can’t even compare!”
Liu Xia didn’t like that comment.
“If you’re going to compliment someone, why do you have to trash talk? Gu Lingluo is not bad either.”
“She’s not bad. She’s just a little worse than our Lan Lan.”
“Isn’t your ‘first love filter’ a little too thick? Gu Lingluo is clearly prettier. Didn’t you see that the download rate for her skin is almost exceeding that of the most popular young stars?”
“It’s just an input method. What does that prove? Our Lan Lan is just more low-key.”
“Low-key? Low-key enough to donate an entire laboratory building?”
“That’s giving back to her alma mater! How noble!”
“Noble? Noble enough to title the building with the words ‘The Mountain Rain is Coming’?” (山雨欲來 shān yǔ yù lái – referring to the calm before a storm)
The full phrase is “The wind sweeps through the tower, and the mountain rain is coming.” (山+風=岚/Lan).
“Didn’t the school explain it? The inscription means that success is hard-won and encourages everyone to face difficulties head-on!”
“You’re just being illogical!”
Hao Yan rolled her eyes, unable to stand them. “What is this? Are you two planning a fan-club flame war?”
Both girls glared at Hao Yan simultaneously.
Gai Gai: “What fan club?! This is my first love, my future wife!”
Liu Xia: “What fan club?! This is my Patron Mom! If it wasn’t about my life, I’d have to be insane to constantly grovel and be abused by her!”
Hao Yan: “If that’s the case, why are you fighting? The teacher has glared at you two several times. He’s about to throw chalk at you.”
One sentence successfully silenced both of them.
The moment class ended, Liu Xia grabbed her bag and headed straight for the Third Teaching Building.
She knew Patron Mom’s schedule better than her own. Her last two classes this morning were in the Third Building.
Although they had already agreed on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, at six o’clock in the library, for German tutoring, and she would see her at six o’clock today, Liu Xia still felt it was better to go earlier to explain. After all… despite rushing, she still missed the deadline for the homework submission, and a deduction on their regular grade was inevitable.
Before she reached the Third Building, she saw Gu Lingluo wearing a mask, walking out with the crowd, with that annoying class representative chattering incessantly next to her.
Why is someone such a chatterbox? Can’t he tell Patron Mom is impatient? Doesn’t he know the meaning of being concise?!
“Gu Lingluo!” Liu Xia quickened her pace and ran over, breathless.
Gu Lingluo turned to look at her. Maybe it was just an illusion, but that gaze felt like icy, sharp blades piercing her, making her feel cold.
She was definitely angry about the homework.
Liu Xia stopped. She didn’t even spare a glance for the annoying class representative, focusing only on Patron Mom.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! I was sick yesterday and couldn’t get the homework in on time. I swear I didn’t mean it! I wanted to bring it over last night, but I somehow fell asleep! I almost cried over how stupid I was! I know no explanation can change the fact that I’ve caused you to lose points on your regular grade. I apologize! I… I…”
Liu Xia took a deep breath, like a warrior preparing to sacrifice a limb.
“Name it! Whatever the condition, anything that will make you feel better, I’ll do it!”
Gu Lingluo looked at her coolly, her eyes slightly lowered. “Anything at all, really?”
“Except for staying fifty meters away from you!” She paused and added, “And also, except for stopping the German tutoring.”
Gu Lingluo raised an eyebrow and gave a cold, scornful smile. “Calling you stupid might not be entirely accurate after all.”
Who has ever met a Patron Mom like this? Who?!
What virtue did she, Liu Xia, possess to first infuriate Patron Mom into cursing “Get lost,” and now this evil smile?
She felt like she would never forgive her, never in this life…
Despair. I want to cry. What should I do?
Gu Lingluo glanced at the curious class representative beside them, and beckoned to Liu Xia.
“Come with me.”