Chapter Four: Drinking and Singing
The road to postgraduate recommendation is long and arduous. Fortunately, I did not accomplish nothing during my four years of university. I rejected some admirers by prioritizing my studies over relationships. Therefore, I have readily available materials to submit when filling out my postgraduate recommendation application.
"Lin Dang, when will your graduate school acceptance notice come through? The downstairs department has already given the order: we seniors can no longer occupy the school's dormitory resources and have to move out as soon as possible. I'm looking for a place to live, let's share!" Huang Yanyan had already contacted many real estate agents online. Because she went against her parents' wishes, she resolutely rejected all "help" and was determined to make something of herself on her own.
"Okay, find one that's close to both the school and your company, somewhere in the middle is fine. You still have a lot of things to do at the school. But this is only temporary. Once you start graduate school, you'll be on your own again, so it's best to find one that's cost-effective." I reminded her. This lady has no concept of money; my first designer handbag was a birthday gift from her.
I didn't expect Huang Yanyan to be so efficient. She told me I could move in just two days later. I was just notified.
"I reluctantly sold two bags to pay a year's rent, so this year I'll live in the master bedroom and you'll live in the second bedroom. Next year, whoever pays the rent will live in the master bedroom, how about it?" When we got to the rental apartment, all I wanted to know was how much those two bags were worth. It was in a prime location in the city, fully furnished. Although there was a master bedroom and a second bedroom, they were only slightly smaller. Both faced the sun and the decorations were exactly the same.
"You're not dating a rich guy, are you?"
"I do wish I could find a rich guy to pay my rent. Sigh, I definitely need to redeem my bag."
“Hey, you still have a few bags. Why don’t you sell them all? Maybe you could buy an apartment directly.”
"That won't do. Lipsticks and bags are my lifeblood; how can they be compared to a house?"
What fallacy? For someone like me, all I want is a place to settle down and make a living in this city.
"To celebrate our housewarming, you're treating today, I'm broke."
"Okay, how about some skewers!"
"Sure, no problem!"
Indeed, apart from the bag and lipstick, everything else was easy to appease her.
We could have gone to eat skewers earlier, but the young lady insisted on waiting until the early hours of the morning. In her words, only by eating skewers at the early hours of the morning can you taste a different flavor. I really wanted to tell her that it was because the soup base was diluted with water.
"Our company's operations director is only two years older than me, and more importantly, he's incredibly handsome!" Yan Yan exclaimed, her eyes wide with fascination as she carefully chewed on the pork kidneys. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dine so elegantly.
"so what?"
"Of course I'd pursue her! Otherwise, do you think I would have given up my administrative job at Company A to become a junior customer service representative at this company?"
"Finally, my heart is fluttering with spring fever. After four years of silence, ripples have finally appeared."
"That's right, the girls at school are all too immature. Boys of the same age are ten years younger in mentality than girls. I don't want to date a son!"
"Based on this ratio, someone two years older than you can only be in a relationship where the woman is older than the man, right?"
"You can't use that analogy. Age is one aspect, and appearance is another."
That's true, there really aren't any guys in the Journalism and Communication department who are stunningly handsome at first glance, which is why we've both been single.
“Honey, how about we have a drink? We’ve been in college for four years and haven’t had one yet,” Yan Yan suddenly said.
"No, no, I don't know my alcohol tolerance. What if I get drunk after just one drink?" I refused.
"Beer, seeing those guys chugging bottles really gets me excited. I don't even know what it tastes like. You know, if the two of us say we've never drunk alcohol, who would believe us? So let's break our vows today, let's get drunk, anyway, we're both free tomorrow."
I'm the kind of person who can't resist persuasion, but drinking beer and eating skewers on a summer night is much more enjoyable than drinking carbonated beverages. Before we knew it, we had finished a pitcher.
"Dang, are you drunk?"
"Yan, are you drunk?"
"I think I'm okay, but I feel a little nauseous."
"I don't think I want to throw up, but I feel a little dizzy."
...
Stinging eyes, backache, dizziness...
I opened my eyes groggily...
Where am I? Not a dorm, not a rented room. Dark gray sheets, dark gray curtains, and a dark gray suit hanging on the clothes rack in front of me—a strong masculine presence. I immediately glanced at myself. Thankfully, I wasn't missing any socks. But where am I?
"Yanyan~"
The initial drowsiness, combined with the environment I saw when I opened my eyes, immediately brought me back to my senses. I hadn't suffered, but what about Yan Yan?
The living room is huge, and there are several bedrooms. The overall style is gray, a cool gray, but it is bright and clean, spotless.
"You're awake!" came a magnetic male voice.
"How could it be you?" The emotions she had been building up completely crumbled the moment she turned around.
Where is my friend?
"The second bedroom." Following the direction he pointed, I immediately went over, and Huang Yanyan was sleeping soundly at the moment.
"How did we get here?" It's true, you can't drink alcohol; you can black out about everything.
"You sent me the video? I just happened to see you completely drunk, so I went over." The reply was nonchalant, but the key element was that wickedly charming smile, which seemed so warm in the light.
"I'll send you a video? You're kidding, we're not even that close!"
"You can check your phone, it's 1:23 AM."
Where's my phone?
"bedside."
Without thinking about anything else, I quickly found my phone, and sure enough, at 1:23, we had a two-minute video chat.
I tried hard to recall what had happened, but that damned alcohol—I couldn't remember anything at all. Oh well, maybe Huang Yanyan will remember something when she wakes up.
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