Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Spicy Hot Pot Selection...
The counter for selecting Malatang dishes was emitting cold air, and a long line was waiting to pay.
"Hiss, hot, hot, hot—"
Gao Xing sat down with a bowl of hot spicy hotpot in his hand, blew on his hands twice, and looked at Ning Ji who was breaking open the disposable chopsticks, "Did you have a fight?"
Ning Ji didn't say anything. He used chopsticks to stir the spicy hot pot with sesame sauce twice, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "No."
Gao Xing put two fish balls into Ning Ji's bowl, "You bought new sneakers this month? Why did you order so little?"
Ning Ji looked at the two round fish balls in the bowl, his eyes sore from the heat, but he still said in a muffled voice: "I didn't buy any."
I'm just subconsciously worried that my living expenses are not enough to support two people, so I spend money a little more frugally than before.
Just like the beautiful kitten is always worried that it can't feed the big stray cats outside, so every time it eats canned food, it always secretly saves some and hides it.
Ning Ji glanced at his phone, swiped to the intimate payment page, and saw that there was no payment record for today's intimate payment.
He pursed his lips and slid his fingers across the chat box a few times, but in the end he did not send a message. He locked the screen and turned the phone upside down on the table.
No lunch, no lunch.
What does it have to do with him?
Why is he worrying so much?
——
There was no class in the afternoon, so Ning Ji played basketball on the court for a long time.
He has many friends, and he can easily run into acquaintances at the stadium by just saying hello. He played from the afternoon to the evening, and the people on the basketball team smiled and said to him, "Let's have a dinner party tonight?"
Ning Ji raised his head and drank a bottle of water, "Let's go."
A few good friends and he chose a food stall outside the school to eat grilled fish and chat. They talked about everything under the sun and ordered two beers when they got excited.
"Ning Ji still doesn't have a girlfriend? That shouldn't be the case. You only played two games last time, and the sidelines were full of girls taking pictures of you. Do you want me to introduce you to one?"
"Many schoolgirls asked me for your WeChat, but I was too embarrassed to ask them without your consent."
Ning Ji glanced at his phone, and there was still no payment record in the intimate payment. He raised his head and smiled: "Forget it, it depends on fate."
The senior who handed him the beer nodded and sighed, "That's right... I really need to find someone I like..."
Around eight o'clock in the evening, the light snow in City A finally stopped.
When it came time to pay the bill, Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, but still ordered a casserole porridge and fried noodles, and told the boss that he wanted them to be taken away.
At half past nine, Ning Ji pushed open the door carrying the packed casserole porridge and fried noodles, and the lights in the living room were on.
Yan Sui was wearing light grey home clothes, sitting on the sofa, combing the fur of the calico cat. Hearing the noise, he stood up and asked, "You're back?"
It's like a husband who takes care of the children at home while waiting to entertain his wife.
He followed Ning Ji closely and asked softly, "Why didn't you reply?"
Ning Ji was drunk, but he didn't say a word. He changed his shoes and put the casserole porridge and fried noodles on the dining table.
He walked straight to the guest bedroom without looking back, his tone still cold, "My phone is out of battery."
Yan Sui paused and looked at Ning Ji in silence, showing no intention of communicating with him at all. He walked straight to the guest bedroom and closed the door.
The living room became quiet.
Yan Sui looked unusually irritated, his eyes fixed on the casserole porridge on the dining table.
He was very familiar with Ning Ji's appearance - Ning Ji treated him like this during his two years in high school and his freshman year in college when they were at odds with each other.
When Ning Ji is nice to people, he can make them happy to death, but when Ning Ji hates someone, he can make them miserable to death.
In the guest bedroom, Ning Ji hung up his down jacket, put on only a loose round-neck sweatshirt, and sat in a chair in a daze.
After a while, he heard a knock on the bedroom door, and the voice of the person outside was low, "Ning Ji, are you asleep? I made some hangover soup and stewed a pot of rock sugar and snow pear."
“…”
Who cares?
Ning Ji, sitting on the chair, pursed his lips and kept silent.
He only drank half a can of beer, so there was no need for him to drink sobering soup.
"Ning Ji, can you please open the door? The soup is getting cold."
The person outside the bedroom did not leave, but continued to knock on the door and whispered to him, "Ning Ji, are you angry?"
“…”
Ning Ji lay on the desk, silent.
What is he angry about?
Why could he be angry with Young Master Yan?
At best, he was just a classmate who had been playing with Yan Sui for a few months, and his relationship with Yan Sui was not even as close as that of a roommate.
What right does he have to be angry?
He thought too highly of himself and took himself too seriously, and took it for granted that he and Yan Sui were good buddies.
If it weren't for those two kittens, how could they have ever met?
When people were polite to him, he would foolishly take them seriously.
Ning Ji rubbed his red eyes vigorously twice, feeling really stupid, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop knocking, I have a headache, I want to sleep."
Outside the bedroom door, Yan Sui knocked for a long time without any response, then stopped and remained silent for a long time before he said softly, "Okay, call me if you feel uncomfortable."
"I put the hangover soup next to the microwave. If you want to drink it, heat it in the microwave on high for one and a half minutes. You had a cough yesterday. The rock sugar and snow pear are in the stew. Remember to drink it."
"Ning Ji, it's okay if you don't want to talk to me, but if you have a severe headache, you must come out and take medicine."
The door of the guest bedroom was suddenly pushed open.
Yan Sui was stunned, looking at the young man who pushed open the door and was only wearing a white round-neck sweatshirt and carrying a down jacket.
He said to him, "Are you tired?"
Yan Sui: "What?"
Ning Ji: "When you transferred to another school in your second year of high school, you were able to get along well with your classmates in just half a month. In the university election for class committee, only three people did not vote for you, two of whom were your competitors, and one abstained."
Ning Ji: "I know you are used to being friends with people around you."
He twitched the corners of his lips, "But there's no need to go this far."
Since they weren't that close, why would she go to such lengths and make him think that they had a good relationship?
Yan Sui: "What do you mean? I don't understand."
Ning Ji stared at him and said in a calm tone: "It means there is no need to prepare those things, including the hangover soup and the snow pear soup."
Yan Sui said nothing.
After a long time, he said, "You are angry, Ning Ji."
He took a step forward and asked, "Did I do something wrong to make you angry?"
Ning Ji tilted his head and his throat began to choke.
It happens again.
He acted like this again - humble and indulgent, as if he was so important.
Yan Sui took another step forward, stretched out his hand to block the door, stared at him, and whispered: "I don't think those things are unnecessary."
"I am actually very happy to prepare those things for you."
"If you don't like it, I can not do it, but you can't say I don't have to do it."
"Ning Ji, no matter what I do for you, I think it is worth doing."
These words almost revealed his true feelings, but the listener was still immersed in his emotions and said stiffly: "You don't have to say so much."
Yan Sui held the guest bedroom door frame with such force that his knuckles turned white, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Why can't I say it?"
"Do you hate me saying this? Or do you hate me doing this for you?"
"As long as you tell me, I'll change it."
He stared at Ning Ji's face almost as if he was waiting for the outcome of the trial, as if Ning Ji would be declared unforgivable if he showed a hint of disgust.
Ning Ji: "You are right."
He didn't look at Yan Sui, "It's my own problem."
The kitten murmured, "I thought I had a good relationship with you, but I didn't recognize my own position..."
Yan Sui: “?”
He looked at Ning Ji, who was almost over his head and domineering, and suddenly fell silent. After a while, he asked cautiously: "What status?"
"Can you ride on my head?"
Ning Ji: “?”
He turned his head immediately and asked, "When did I ride on your head?"
Yan Sui: “When I was a kitten.”
"Not only did you ride on my head, you also asked me to help you bury your shit."
Ning Ji choked up - when he was a kitten, he didn't know how to dig in the cat litter with his claws skillfully, so he could only ask the human-shaped Yan Sui to help him.
Yan Sui: "So what are you angry about?"
"Ning Ji, you know there is no other person in this world who I can bury my shit with, even if that person turns into a kitten."
"You're talking nonsense." Ning Ji did not admit it.
His chest rose and fell a few times: "You always speak so nicely, as if we have a very good relationship, but in fact, in your heart, I am just a classmate you have known for a few months."
Yan Sui stared at him: "Why do you say that?"
"Do you think I would cook hangover soup or pear soup for a classmate I've known for a few months? Do you think I would sit in the living room from day to night because a classmate I've known for a few months didn't reply to my messages?"
He used his body to hold the bedroom door closed, and said word by word, "Would you drive four hours to Quan City in the early morning to look for a classmate you've only known for a few months?"
Ning Ji was a bit desperate, his eyes were red, "Yes, that's what you would do."
"Not only that, you will also call this classmate you have only known for a few months when you are abroad one day."
His voice became louder and louder. "You will say on the phone - 'Ning Ji, long time no see, I'm in the UK now, and I never told you that I was going to study abroad'."
"And then some dumb idiot who doesn't know anything hangs up the phone and asks your roommate if it's true."
"Your roommate would say to some stupid idiot - 'Oh my God, Ning Ji, didn't you know? Don't you know he's going to study abroad?'"
"Why, do you have to go this far to be satisfied?"
Ning Ji, who was wearing a white round-neck sweatshirt, had a heaving chest and red eyes. He looked like a kitten whose fur stood up after being wronged. He pushed Yan Sui, who was leaning against the bedroom door, hard and said, "Get out."
Yan Sui didn't move.
After a while, he pushed the bedroom door open and squeezed in. He lowered his head, raised his hands and held Ning Ji's face, as if he was holding a treasure, and whispered carefully, "No."
"Who told you that? I won't go abroad. I will never go abroad in my life."
"Wherever you are, there I am."
His fingertips gently brushed the corners of Ning Ji's red eyes, and his voice became even softer, as if coaxing a little furry cat to turn over and reveal its soft belly.
"Ning Ji, how can I bear to go abroad?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
