Chapter 9 asks how to make Lu Tinghe his food...

Shi Shang sent the cleaned shirt to the dry cleaners for ironing, and planned to send it to Lu Tinghe when he was free.

Although there is a small group of four people in their dormitory, except for the social leader Jiang Yao who occasionally shares funny videos he has collected from everywhere, the rest of the time they are just decorations.

Shi Shang didn't know how to thank Lu Tinghe properly, so she sent him a friend request privately through the small group. However, the message fell on deaf ears, and there was no response for several days.

Maybe college students rarely play with their mobile phones.

Shi Shang didn't take it to heart and planned to talk about it later.

He couldn't meet Lu Tinghe in person and didn't have his contact information, so he had to temporarily leave the shirt in the dormitory.

As for the other members of the swimming team, Shi Shang did not forget them either.

He looked up similar posts online and then assessed his own financial situation.

Finally, I customized a red banner on the shopping app and sent it to the swimming team to express my gratitude when I had no classes.

For some reason, the swimming team members seemed quite interested in the banner and said they wanted his contact information and hoped he could share the shopping link.

His phone happened to be out of battery that day, so he didn't add them. They all seemed very sorry and asked him to visit them at the sports school swimming pool often.

However, Shi Shang doesn't plan to go there in the short term.

*

On Friday night, Jiang Yao and Wen Cong went home, and Shi Shang stayed in the dormitory alone.

He washed his wings and tail, turned off the ceiling light in the dormitory, climbed onto the bed, lowered the curtains, and quickly took off his pajamas.

After making preparations, Shi Shang, with an empty stomach, took out her mobile phone and opened the Note App to look for food reserves.

He lay on the square tofu-block quilt, his tail lazily poking out from behind, his heart-shaped head circling in front of the screen, diligently selecting targets for his owner.

A few days ago, the male Bodhisattva blogger he followed updated again and released a new set of black lace bra chain videos.

The waist chain is good, but because the camera is always focused on the blogger's oiled pectoral muscles, it looks too greasy and tastes bland.

Shi Shang patiently watched for a while, but her heart remained calm. She even began to wonder what the effect would be if "L" showed this set of breast chains.

"L" has fairer skin and tighter muscles. His lean, thin muscles paired with the black lace are astringent yet elegant, just the right touch. The small pink mole on his chest, hidden beneath the layers of lace, must be faintly visible, like a small strawberry, inviting the devil to taste...

The ideal is so beautiful that it makes the reality seem even more bleak.

Shi Shang licked the tip of her teeth regretfully, decisively chose to exit, and re-entered the homepage square to search.

Perhaps it was because Shi Shang had been searching too frequently recently, and the APP couldn't figure out his thoughts, so it changed the big data model.

The screen was filled with unscreened white fake meat of varying quality, with over-Photoshopped muscles bulging and looking like the fat bullfrogs with their limbs spread out in a hot pot restaurant.

It is simply a large-scale visual pollution.

The tail protested angrily, raised the tip of its heart, and poked the screen randomly.

Shi Shang took a deep breath, quickly left the square, quickly went to the favorites, and clicked on the top video to refresh her eyes.

The familiar background music echoed in the bed curtains. After watching "L"'s video several times, he finally came to his senses. He put down his phone and lay down, staring blankly at the bed curtains above his head, and briefly fell into sage time.

I have washed my eyes, but I am still a little hungry.

Shi Shang licked her dry lips with satisfaction. Compared with "L", the rest of the food became tasteless.

Unfortunately, "L" is too far away to eat.

Is there no other food that can match "L" and make him hungry without causing allergies?

Hey!

Shi Shang's mind went blank for a moment, and then a scene in the dormitory flashed through her mind, followed by the image of that cold white skin and beautifully shaped muscles.

His favorite is the cold white thin muscles, and the full eight-pack abs.

Shi Shang suddenly jumped up from the bed, grabbed the pillow next to her and hugged it to her chest, her face flushed uncontrollably.

Yes, he forgot, there was a person.

His roommate Lu Tinghe.

At first, Shi Shang thought that her blushing and heartbeat every time she saw the other person was an allergic reaction.

But if you think about it carefully, his reaction when he was with Lu Tinghe was not the same as allergic symptoms.

He didn't feel nauseous, but his heartbeat and breathing quickened. It was clearly an instinctive reaction to being tempted by high-quality food.

With her chin resting on the pillow, Shi Shang's ears became redder and redder, and the tip of her tail swayed uncontrollably behind her.

Lu Tinghe's essence was so strong and delicious that he could be completely satisfied without even physical contact. Just by being in the same space and smelling the other person's scent, he could be completely satisfied.

Shi Shang's brain was working rapidly, and suddenly a possibility emerged.

Since Lu Tinghe can keep him full, why doesn't he treat him as a long-term reserve of food?

To be fair, Lu Tinghe's face and figure perfectly match Shi Shang's preferences, and he can even compete with "L".

Moreover, he has a gentle and considerate personality, Shi Shang thought shamefully. Even though she had caused him so much trouble, Lu Tinghe was not angry.

If we treat him as a long-term reserve of food and see him often, won't he be able to have a full stomach every day?

Before Shi Shang could think deeply about this plan, another question popped up in her mind.

How can he make Lu Tinghe his food?

In other words, what kind of relationship allows him to meet Lu Tinghe reasonably and frequently?

Shi Shang thought about it and decided that at least the relationship between roommates was not good.

After all, school had been going on for so long, and he and Lu Tinghe had only met a few times.

Of course it wasn't enough for him.

A flash of inspiration came to Shi Shang's mind, and her thoughts suddenly stopped.

On the basketball court, the scene of players arm in arm, hugging each other affectionately, and even blowing kisses to each other suddenly came to my mind.

Next were his two roommates, who would get up early at the same time every day, go to the lab together to work on data, and come back together in the evening.

According to Jiang Yao, they even mostly eat together.

Shi Shang's eyes lit up. He knew what to do. He wanted to become good friends with Lu Tinghe!

Based on her observations of Human University over the past few days, Shi Shang knew that single straight men usually stayed with their friends and would not refuse occasional physical contact from them.

Lu Tinghe is single, so he must be a straight man.

Then, he only needs to become good friends with Lu Tinghe, create some opportunities to meet him from time to time, smell his scent, and he will be full.

This is much more efficient than searching for other food.

Finally, there is one more question.

Lu Tinghe, you should be willing to make friends with him, right?

The tip of the heart-shaped tail slapped the bed quilt, making a snapping sound. Shi Shang held her red face and giggled, with little hearts flashing in her black pupils from time to time.

Just thinking about the happy days in the future when he would have enough food and drink made him want to roll around in contentment.

When making friends, start by thanking the other person. What gift should he prepare to show enough sincerity?

*

S City

One o'clock in the morning, in the private room on the second floor of the Mystery Bar

The light golden lighting was meticulously designed, perfectly capturing the carved wallpaper, making the black leather sofa beneath it appear even more expensive. The private room was quiet, its soundproofing excellent, completely isolating the music from the first floor.

This bar was opened by Liu Yu and his two childhood friends just for fun, but they didn't expect the business to be so good that they will open a branch in City A next year.

At this moment, its three owners each occupy a sofa.

Lu Tinghe sat in the middle seat, with the wall lamp shining down from above his head. The young man's superior and three-dimensional facial features were half hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He was not wearing glasses and was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

There was no trace of his straight and loose suit, as if he had just left a business occasion. Only a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, making him look slightly tired.

Every time Lu Tinghe returns to S City, he will come here to sit for a while.

The two childhood friends have long been accustomed to chatting among themselves.

Liu Yu called out, "Come on, try this bottle I just bought yesterday."

The waiter beside him poured wine, and Wu Fangyue took a sip politely. "It tastes good. How come Mr. Liu has the leisure to buy wine recently? Is business booming?"

Liu Yu leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, and sat with amber wine swaying in the glass in her hand. She said lazily, "The company has signed a few new artists. They're going to debut this month. Doesn't that mean I'll have some free time?"

He founded an entertainment company in his sophomore year, which has grown to a considerable size now, and the artists he manages are considered to be among the best in the entertainment industry.

"Normally," Liu Yu swirled the wine glass and took a sip, saying lazily, "For a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands of yuan, this is just the way it is."

He slumped down on the sofa without caring about his image. "So boring... Aren't you guys still staying at school all the time? Have you come across anything fun lately? Tell me about it."

Wu Fangyue dragged out his voice and said meaningfully, "I don't. You'd have to ask someone who goes to school every day. Not only is he willing to live on campus, he's even cured of his obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Really?" Liu Yu raised her eyebrows, quite interested. "Then we have to go back and see what kind of fairy could have conquered our arrogant A University campus hunk."

The three of them were childhood friends, lived close to each other, and had similar family backgrounds.

Lu Tinghe has been a child of other people's families since he was young. He has strict family education, is both morally and academically excellent, and is top-notch in everything. The elders in his family praise him all the time.

Liu Yu and Wu Fangyue became annoyed as they listened, and once they teamed up to deal with him.

As a result, not only was Lu Tinghe fine, but the two of them fell into a trap and were found by the servants in the middle of the night. They were sent home and beaten.

After suffering such a huge loss, coupled with some other things, Liu Yu and Wu Fangyue finally accepted Lu Tinghe.

But even after so many years of getting along, they still couldn't fully understand Lu Tinghe.

On the surface, this man appears to be good-tempered and a modest gentleman to everyone, but no one knows what he is really thinking.

I am probably indifferent to everyone, so I can treat everyone equally.

Over the years, he probably only graduated from high school and did some things that were not in line with the rules.

Originally, their family had paved the way for them to go abroad, but Lu Tinghe went against his usual habit and chose a top domestic university.

Although I don’t know the reason, they go abroad to gain experience anyway, and their families have already arranged what they should learn.

With their grades, they can choose any university in China. Liu Yu and Wu Fangyue decided that it would be better for them to stay in China with their childhood friend.

Time flies, and it’s almost four years.

Lu Tinghe tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingertips, opened his eyelids, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

There was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his lips, "It's not easy to see him."

The phone screen lit up and dimmed, and the friend request, mistakenly thought to have fallen on deaf ears, remained at the approval screen.

But for some reason, people deliberately turned a blind eye to it and ignored it.

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Lao Liu: It’s not easy to see my wife, so of course I have to keep her WeChat and add her in case we meet [spreading hands]