World One
The two people did not hang up the phone because of this little episode, but continued chatting.
Luan Ye said that he was going to the cafeteria with his roommate, but he hadn't decided yet whether to buy the 2.5 yuan chicken leg in the cafeteria.
As he spoke, he was wondering whether he should tell Gao Yuan now that he had said on the forum that he had broken up with him, or wait for a while.
Gao Yuan was completely unaware that her boyfriend was distracted.
He suddenly felt like going to the cafeteria.
——Actually, I didn’t really want to go to the cafeteria, I just suddenly wanted to have dinner with my boyfriend.
"...Because you can't finish it?" Gao Yuan was a little curious.
"I prefer fried chicken legs. I think the inner layer is the best." Luan Ye pulled his thoughts back and explained to Gao Yuan, "But our cafeteria serves braised chicken legs at noon, and fried chicken legs are only available in the evening."
"I'm craving fried chicken legs right now, and I'm wondering if I should satisfy my craving with braised chicken legs." Luan Ye sighed, "It's such a dilemma."
I was debating whether to buy a braised chicken leg to alleviate my craving for fried chicken legs.
Gao Yuan was also in a dilemma: if the person facing him wasn't Luan Ye, but just anyone else, he would have just said, "What's there to be entangled about?" But the person facing him was Luan Ye.
The two of them just sat there in silence, struggling with each other.
The system above Luan Ye's head was completely confused about them: What on earth is there to be so entangled about?!
"That's okay! I'll buy some chicken legs and learn how to make fried chicken legs." Gao Yuan finally finished worrying about it. He thought for a moment and said, "This way, when you want to eat it, I can make it for you!"
His thought process was simple: Luan Ye's school cafeteria only offered braised chicken legs for lunch, but Luan Ye didn't want braised chicken legs, he wanted fried chicken legs. Ordering takeout wasn't good for Luan Ye's health, so he decided to learn how to make it himself.
Luan Ye inexplicably wanted to laugh and felt a little touched, but he didn't take Gao Yuan's words to heart: when they first got together, Gao Yuan had said something like 'When we come out to our family, we'll get beaten together'.
It turns out that Gao Yuan couldn't remember what he said, he just listened for fun.
"Okay." Although he thought so, Luan Ye did not undermine Gao Yuan's self-confidence. He just said, "When you learn it, I will tell you when I want to eat it, and then you can bring it to me."
"Yeah!" Gao Yuan replied.
"By the way, Gao Yuan." Luan Ye thought for a moment and then said, "Did anyone in your school gossip about you..."
"It's okay, I'll fight back." Gao Yuan replied immediately, "I'm a good fighter, don't worry."
Luan Ye opened his mouth but no sound came out: This answer was too simple and crude, making him forget what he originally wanted to say.
Gao Yuan took Luan Ye's silence as a sign of distrust in him and added, "I'm really good at fighting. I'll show you someday... No, I'll pick a few people I've beaten up and have them prove to you that I'm not lying."
How do we prove this? Beat them up again and drag them here?
"No need!" Luan Ye immediately refused, "I believe you, there's no need to ask those people for proof."
"That's good!" said Gao Yuan.
"...But when it comes to fighting, if you can avoid it, you should try your best to avoid it." Luan Ye said.
If you play too much, you will definitely not get a high impression from your teacher, and you may miss a lot of opportunities because of it.
Didn’t Gao Yuan say before that he was still not very clear about the future?
Gao Yuan nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Luan Ye chatted with Gao Yuan for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, he realized that he was now sitting in the cafeteria, and the tables of several other roommates, including his, had even been set with plates.
He looked up and was about to ask who paid for lunch today when he met the gazes of several roommates.
All in one place, like something.
"What's wrong?" Luan Ye felt uneasy and rubbed his arms subconsciously.
"Nothing, I just felt like you looked so relaxed when you were on the phone just now." Xu Zhixin gestured. "Didn't you notice that a lot of girls were taking pictures of you along the way?"
"I didn't even notice who bought the groceries for lunch today, how long we sat down, or when you looked over." Luan Ye was a little speechless. "Do you think I would notice someone taking a picture of me?"
And why are there girls taking pictures of him?
Now everyone knows he's gay, so what's the point of filming him?
Xu Zhixin gave Luan Ye a thumbs-up: "Not bad, you're really not slow at all."
"Stop joking. Who gave me the money for lunch today?" Luan Ye asked as he opened WeChat.
“——I gave it to you.” Xu Zhixin raised his hand.
"Okay." Luan Ye gave Xu Zhixin a red envelope, "Thank you."
After completing this series of actions, he raised his head again and bumped into the sight of several roommates.
Still in uniform.
——No, you guys are not done yet, right?
"What's wrong again?" Luan Ye asked.
"I really believe now that you didn't notice anything just now." Xu Zhixin pointed at Liu Ting, "Well, the money today was given by Liu Ting."
Luan Ye no longer wanted to talk, he gave a thumbs-down sign.
He had originally intended to only give the thumbs-down sign to Xu Zhixin, but several other roommates burst into laughter when he gave Xu Zhixin the thumbs-down sign, so Luan Ye had no choice but to give the thumbs-down sign to each of them one by one.
Not a single one was spared.
Gao Yuan did the same old thing, ordering takeout and then playing finger-guessing games with his roommate to decide who would pick it up - because he was absent-minded, he lost.
After the call about takeout came, Yu Mao followed Gao Yuan out of the dormitory.
She kept staring at him all the way, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself, which made Gao Yuan feel a toothache.
He took the takeaway from the clothesline that the delivery boy handed him over from the sports school wall, then jumped down from the wall with the takeaway. Yu Mao was still staring at him.
Gao Yuan wanted to say, "If you keep looking at me, I'll knock your teeth out," but then she thought of the warning her boyfriend had just given her on the phone and took back the heated words: "Why are you looking at me? What's wrong?"
With that look, Yu Mao didn't dare to say, "I just wanted to apologize to you for what happened on the playground." He quickly shook his head and said, "No... nothing happened!"
If there's nothing wrong, why do you keep looking at me?
Gao Yuan stared at Yu Mao for a while, then suddenly remembered something. He rubbed his chin and asked him, "...I remember you often post food on your Moments, right?"
"Yeah." Yu Mao whispered, "I quite like cooking."
Gao Yuan didn't doubt this statement.
During his freshman year break, he spent a long time agonizing over Luan Ye's seemingly insignificant Moments, trying to come up with a reason to ask him out. In the end, he gave up the idea because he didn't want others to find out they were a couple.
As a result, as soon as he left Luan Ye’s circle of friends, he was hit by a bunch of food pictures posted by Yu Mao.
He was asking which store it was and why the food looked so good, and Yu Mao replied that he made it himself.
So this is a ready-made teacher. Fortunately, he didn't say that just now.
"Then can you make fried chicken legs?" Gao Yuan asked.
Yu Mao glanced at him after hearing this, then quickly looked away. After a moment, he nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"Not only can I make this, I can also make all kinds of desserts and..."
"You can teach me other things later." Gao Yuan interrupted his boasting. "I want to learn how to make fried chicken legs right now, so can you teach me?"
"Yes!" Yu Mao nodded.
"So Brother Yuan, did you make this because you want to eat it?" Yu Mao saw that Gao Yuan was in a good mood at the moment, so he asked again in a low voice.
"If I wanted to eat, couldn't I just order takeout?" Gao Yuan said, "It's my partner who wants to eat."
Yu Mao thought that Gao Yuan didn’t seem like one of the versions speculated in that forum: that he was the boyfriend of the school hunk who was unwilling to come out.
Gao Yuan is so charming that she almost writes "I have a boyfriend" on her face and plays it on a loop for 24 hours.
"Then we can probably order takeout, right?" Yu Mao couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Ordering takeout is so convenient."
"What do you know?" Gao Yuan opened the dormitory door, carrying a takeaway. "Takeaway is unhygienic, it's better to make it yourself."
Several roommates who were already sitting on the benches in the dormitory waiting for their meals all looked at him.
No, you're holding the takeaway we ordered in your hand, and you're still saying something like 'takeaway is unhygienic'?
Isn’t that a bit too much?
"What are you looking at?" Gao Yuan closed the dormitory door and shook the takeaway in his hand threateningly. "You're not coming to get your share, right? I'll eat it all in a minute."
"Oh fuck! Stop it, Daddy!"
"Here it comes! I ordered the tomato fish!"
"I ordered pickled fish! What the hell are you pushing for? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?!"
"—Get lost! The bad guys are the first to complain, right?!"
Gao Yuan went home on the weekend, and the ingredients he asked his parents to buy for him arrived.
His parents had neatly arranged them on the chopping board in the kitchen, waiting for him to show off his cooking skills.
Gao Yuan always thought that fried chicken legs should be easy to make. Just prepare the chicken legs and put them directly into the pan and fry them for a while.
Anyway, when he went to buy it, he saw that all the stores did it this way, and it gave him the illusion that "I can do it too."
But after seeing the long list of tutorials with pictures sent by Yu Mao, Gao Yuan realized how wrong he had been before.
When Mom and Dad heard him say that he was planning to make fried chicken legs himself, they expressed their relief that "my son actually plans to cook for himself", and then the two of them went to the living room to watch TV together.
The two of them expressed a strange 100% confidence and expectation for their son who wanted to try making "fried chicken legs" instead of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and smashed cucumbers when he entered the kitchen for the first time, which made Gao Yuan, who was alone in the kitchen, feel very stressed.
But even though the pressure is great, he plans to give it a try.
Well...first you need to wash the chicken legs.
Gao Yuan rubbed the five chicken legs in hot water for a long time, until the backs of his hands turned a little red. Then he felt it was almost done and put them in a basket with small holes to rinse.
Then he followed the text-attached picture sent by Yu Mao and poked countless evenly spaced small holes in the chicken leg with a fork, although he didn't know the significance of this act of poking holes.
Next, he cut the ginger and garlic. Fortunately, Gao Yuan reacted in time when shredding them, so his own meat was not mixed into the chicken legs.
The entire process, until the chicken legs were put into the pot, was normal and there were no problems.
But after looking at the words "appropriate amount of oil" and "heat cooking oil to 70% hot" in Yu Mao's picture, Gao Yuan, a kitchen novice, finally fell into doubt.
How much is considered the right amount?
How hot is seven points hot?
Um?
Gao Yuan scrolled down the picture, but Yu Mao didn't explain the details.
So what’s the point of moderation and seventy percent hotness?
Gao Yuan was too lazy to look at the pictures and think about it on his own, nor did he really want to ask his parents who had handed over the kitchen to him what the right amount and seven-tenths heat were, so he just called Yu Maoshan.
After Yu Mao's strange descriptions and stammering explanations, Gao Yuan felt as if he understood, but also as if he didn't.
Instead of hanging up, he continued on the phone, asking directly if he felt anything was wrong, until all the chicken legs in the pot were taken out and put on a plate.
After putting the chicken legs on the plate, Gao Yuan didn't hang up the phone immediately. Instead, he used chopsticks to tear off a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth: "It looks okay, but I don't know how it tastes... Damn!"
Edible!
And it tastes pretty good!!
There is no 'bad taste' situation.
The father and mother were very polite and ate a chicken leg each, then looked at Gao Yuan very disrespectfully after eating the chicken leg, as if they were meeting their son for the first time.
Gao Yuan was still immersed in the surprise of having done a great job on his first try, and did not notice their gazes, nor did he notice that they picked up the chopsticks again.
He came to his senses only after his mother picked out another chicken leg.
Gao Yuan looked hesitantly at the two remaining chicken legs, then hesitantly looked at his father who had just eaten one.
Although he really wanted to give Luan Ye the chicken legs he made for the first time, if his father wanted to eat the remaining two, it was not... impossible.
...It's no big deal.
"I don't want to eat anymore!" The father caught his son's gaze from him to the chicken leg and immediately put down his chopsticks. "Eat the rest, son!"
"I don't want to eat either. I'm not hungry now." Gao Yuan took out the thermal box he had bought in advance, carefully put the last two chicken legs in it, and took out the small box for sauce he had bought specially, squeezed the ketchup into it, and sealed the small box.
After doing all this, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
When he looked up, his parents were looking at him.
"What's wrong?" Gao Yuan asked cautiously.
Although he has been trying to come out of it, he still feels unable to open his mouth to tell his parents that he is gay.
But even if his parents could really guess it based on this alone and then ask him, he would probably... choose to say it directly, right?
"Nothing." Mom and Dad said in unison.
Gao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a little disappointed.
[Renovation progress: 80%]
The system's sound came so suddenly that Luan Ye's hands trembled and he almost dropped the notebook in his hand.
The old professor glanced at him and said nothing. He simply took the notebook from his hand and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that he would throw it away.
"No..." Luan Ye wanted to say something, but felt a little powerless.
The system has rarely mentioned the improvement process to him recently. Now it basically just gives him additional explanations with pictures during his classes, just like a teacher giving him special lessons.
So Luan Ye used his free time this week to refine the songs he had written before, and because he was in a good mood, he wrote a lot of new things.
Today, he mustered up the courage to give the old professor his piece of music, hoping that he could help him see if there were any areas that needed revisions. He never expected the system to suddenly appear.
—And in such a loud voice.
I really can't stand it.
The old professor flipped through the notebook with a surprised expression: "It's very well written. What were you thinking about when you wrote this?"
"The flowers blooming in the park, the pale blue ground next to the fountain, the kids holding balloons and ice cream saying they were going to ride the Ferris wheel..." Luan Ye didn't know what else to say, so he just poured out everything he'd seen that day. But because he and Gao Yuan had gone to a snack street later, his words started to slip. "Marshmallows, barbecue, noodles with soybean paste, fried chicken legs..."
I feel a little hungry.
"Why did it become food later?" The old professor looked a little helpless.
"...Because I suddenly felt a little hungry." Luan Ye said.
Luan Ye didn't dare to say that it was because he had gone to the snack street at that time. If he really said that, the old professor who had called him a few times would probably beat him up on the spot.
"I'll treat you to dinner later, okay?" The old professor sighed. "By the way, are you still planning on selling these pieces like last time?"
"No need this time," Luan Ye said, "I want to do it myself."
The copyright of that song was sold before because he felt very depressed when he wrote it, and the work he wrote was also depressing.
That song was his way of venting his emotions.
So he didn't want to look at that song again, as he felt that if he looked at it again he would be brought back into those negative emotions.
But now the situation is different, he wants to play these things himself.
Just then the cell phone rang.
Luan Ye apologized to the old professor, turned on his phone and answered the call.
"Are you in school now?" It was Gao Yuan.
"Yes," Luan Ye replied, "I'm at school."
Unlike Gao Yuan, he doesn't go home on weekends or holidays.
His parents left him the house after their divorce, and he hated the feeling of having nothing when he opened the door.
"I made you some food. It's already arrived at your school." Gao Yuan kept it a secret. "Do you want to guess what it is?"
This feeling of a young couple playing a guessing game made Luan Ye subconsciously glance at the old professor in front of him.
Although he knew the phone wasn't loud enough for the professor to hear Gao Yuan, he still felt a little embarrassed. "...Fried chicken legs?"
This is what he wants to eat most now.
"You guessed it!" Gao Yuan snapped his fingers. "You can still catch the hot food if you come to the second floor of the cafeteria now."
Luan Ye hummed: "Okay, I'll be there soon."
The old professor looked at the old-fashioned watch on his wrist and said curiously, "Takeout? It's only one o'clock now, right? Why are you ordering takeout now?"
Or is it because young people are growing, so they get hungry quickly?
"It was sent by a friend, not takeout," Luan Ye explained.
The old professor stared at him for a moment.
The old man suddenly laughed: "Didn't you say you broke up?"
"I..." Luan Ye knew the old professor was a sharp person, but he didn't expect him to be so sharp that he could guess who the person opposite him was. He pursed his lips and chose to tell the truth, "I was just desperate at the time. I didn't tell him and just... sent it directly."
"So he still doesn't know you've posted 'We've broken up' on the school forum?" The old professor, as if he didn't think his stab wasn't deep enough, stabbed again. "What's that called? Let me think. I remember you young people calling it a unilateral breakup?"
Luan Ye was speechless.
He felt like he was about to evaporate on the spot.
The system above his head silently moved back, and he prayed in his heart that Gao Yuan's acting skills would be good enough and that Luan Ye would not discover the clues immediately.
Although it felt that with Gao Yuan's way of thinking, "he had already known the things on the forum", this matter would most likely be exposed.
But it’s okay to pray, right?!
Don’t people like to worship gods and immortals only when the end of the semester is approaching?!
"I asked Yu Xiaonizi, and she said that you two have already spoken out completely." The old professor patted Luan Ye's shoulder gently. "Since everything has been made clear here, there's no reason not to explain it to the other party, right?"
Luan Ye nodded: "I'll explain it to him in a moment."
"That's right." The old professor pointed to the notebook in his hand and said to Luan Ye, "By the way, I think the song you wrote this time is really good. Can you show it to my old acquaintances when the time comes?"
Luan Ye had met the old professor's acquaintances, who were all top figures in the circle.
If it weren't for his relationship with the old professor, it might have taken him a long time to get in touch with these people.
Luan Ye would definitely agree, and nodded immediately: "Okay! By the way, could you please help me ask if there is anything else that needs to be modified in my song..."
Those are all ready-made "resources", it would be a waste not to ask.
But before Luan Ye could finish his words, the old professor picked up the notebook and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "I'll help you revise it! Why would you need them for this? Or do you just not trust my ability?"
"No, no! I believe you!" Luan Ye waved his hands quickly, "Thank you!"
"Look how scared you are!" the old professor said with a smile. "Okay, go away!"
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