Chapter 89 What is your ideal type...
Qiao Yang dyed his hair yellow while abroad, saying that he was adapting to the local customs.
When Qiao Yang went to Xiaoshan, his grandparents saw him. The traditionalists urged him to dye his hair back immediately. But Qiao Yang loved his new color so much that he firmly refused.
The two old people doted on their grandson, and in the end they just let him go.
The next day, Lin Qingxu went to Cheef Restaurant as scheduled. As soon as she entered, she saw Qiao Yang, with his dazzling blond hair, waving at her.
Lin Qingxu walked over. Ruan Yanyan moved aside to give her a seat.
The waiter approaches to pour water.
Lin Qingxu smiled and said to her, "Thank you."
Qiao Yang looked at it for a long time and felt that something was wrong. Then, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked Lin Qingxu, "Where's Kan Zhao? Didn't he come with you?"
Normally, Lin Qingxu and Kan Zhao are inseparable, so it's really strange that they are not appearing together now.
Seeing that he was constantly bringing up the issue, Ruan Yanyan said, "Don't you want to order first? The items you like are limited each day. Be careful if someone else orders them all."
That makes sense.
Qiao Yang quickly picked up the tablet and placed a few orders, and let Kan Zhao order the rest of the food he wanted to eat later.
"What's wrong with your hair?" Ruan Yanyan actually wanted to ask Qiao Yang a long time ago, but never had the chance to speak.
Qiao Yang thought she was disparaging his hairstyle and color like his parents: "That's called fashion. Those of us who went abroad all dyed our hair like that, you country girl."
Ruan Yanyan rolled her eyes at him. "What I meant was, the color is really pretty. Where did you get it dyed? I'll go there next time."
"Oh, oh, oh." Qiao Yang realized that he had just misinterpreted Ruan Yanyan's meaning: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to have such good taste."
Ruan Yanyan: “…” She also spoke English.
Since they were talking about studying abroad, Qiao Yang shared with them her experiences studying abroad. Qiao Yang was a talkative person and could talk non-stop.
He was talking about his neighbor who went out late and came back late, who was having affairs with eight women at the same time and even hooked up with a married woman, and then was caught and exposed by his boyfriend. The scene and the PPT that was passed down were more than a hundred pages long.
He was having a great time.
There was a chime at the door.
The restaurant door opened again. Kan Zhao walked in wearing a black windbreaker. He glanced around the restaurant, his eyes finally landing on their table.
When Qiao Yang saw him, he immediately waved at him: "This way!"
Kan Zhao walked over and sat down next to Qiao Yang.
The previous topic was interrupted and came to an abrupt end. Qiao Yang showed him the menu and said that it was not that he was not waiting for her to order, but that Kan Zhao was too slow.
After saying that, I felt the atmosphere was weird.
Kan Zhao didn't speak, Lin Qingxu didn't speak, and even Ruan Yanyan drank water strategically.
He looked at Kan Zhao in confusion, then at them.
What's the matter?
Fortunately, the waiter came over to pour water in time, temporarily easing the delicate atmosphere.
Qiao Yang continued the previous topic.
Because we gathered in the evening, it was dark after we had a good meal and tea.
Aside from Kan Zhao and Lin Qingxu, the other four of them were practically living in separate places. Since it was a rare winter break for them to get together, Qiao Yang suggested going to a bar. He wanted to show off the exceptional bartending skills he'd learned abroad.
After ordering a few bottles of wine, Qiao Yang asked the bartender to bring shakers and ice cubes.
Sitting on a high stool, pouring the matching wine and drinks in, shaking the shaker skillfully, wearing clothes with dopamine-themed colors, and smiling, the whole person looks like a peacock with its tail spread out.
Finally, peel a long strip of lemon peel, twist it gently, and place it on the rim of the glass containing the wine.
"How is it?" He pushed the first glass of wine in front of Lin Qingxu, "First Love, I named this wine, try it."
Lin Qingxu took the wine glass and took a sip. "It tastes good."
"Hehehe, I think so too." Qiao Yang accepted the compliment without any modesty. He mixed another glass of wine of a different color, garnished the rim of the glass with a circle of granulated sugar and handed it to Ruan Yanyan.
Ruan Yanyan took a sip and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Not bad," she continued, "You're so skilled, you must have been fooling around a lot, right? I'll go back and ask the other students if they have any PPTs about your performance."
"Get lost." Qiao Yang knew Ruan Yanyan couldn't hold back any good words. "I'm innocent. If you dare to spread rumors to Lan Yi, I will die with you, Ruan Yanyan."
Ruan Yanyan: "Hehe."
Even if people knew about it, they wouldn't take it seriously.
Kan Zhao sat alone at the bar, the dim light of the bar shining on him, adding a touch of coldness and melancholy.
Qiao Yang had been watching him for a while, wondering why he had changed his appearance. Was he going for a melancholic, cool, and handsome man?
They hadn't seen each other for only one semester, but he was like this every time he asked Kan Zhao out during the winter vacation.
Either they lack interest or they ignore me.
Qiao Yang waved his hand in front of Kan Zhao's eyes. "It's your turn." He took out a clean glass again. "What do you want to drink? I want to show you the real skills I learned in Manchester."
"Whatever." His voice was emotionless.
Qiao Yang shrugged, he guessed it.
He took the wine and drinks that were originally prepared for Lin Qingxu and added a lot of lemon juice.
"Same first love." He passed the prepared drink to Kan Zhao, "Try it."
Kan Zhao lowered his eyes and sipped.
"How is it?" Qiao Yang lay on the bar with an expectant look on his face.
Kan Zhao was silent for a moment, "It's a bit sour."
Qiao Yang said calmly, pretending to be extremely sophisticated: "First love, everyone can taste different flavors."
"Some people think it's sweet, some people think it's bitter, and you think it's sour..." Qiao Yang said meaningfully, "This means that your memory of your first love is filled with regrets."
Kan Zhao: "..."
Lin Qingxu: "..."
Ruan Yanyan stepped hard on Qiao Yang under the table and warned him with her eyes not to say anything more.
It's really not enough to cause trouble.
Qiao Yang, shut up.
But the force on his shoes did not decrease, but increased. He looked at Ruan Yanyan, and the other party gave him a look, and Qiao Yang understood.
Looking at the three people sitting at the bar, each with their own thoughts, I felt that the atmosphere was too depressing.
An idea struck him, and he picked up the dice beside him and placed them on the table: "Let's play Truth or Dare! The same old rules, who has the bigger dice?"
There were more card games in the bar, but almost all of them required some brainpower. Qiao Yang had known for a long time that he could never beat Lin Qingxu in such games that relied on intelligence.
It's safest to rely on luck.
In the first round, Ruan Yanyan rolled the smallest number on the dice, so she chose Dare.
The bar had prepared a set of penalties for failing the game, and the one Qiao Yang helped her draw was a magic drink specially mixed by JF, the bartender of this bar.
In the second round, Qiao Yang rolled the smallest number on the dice, so he chose truth. The question he drew was how many people he had dated.
Qiao Yang: “…Zero”
This question is too damaging to my self-esteem...
In the third round, Qiao Yang was still the same. He chose the "Dare or Dare" option, which asked him to call the nearest male "Dad."
Qiao Yang: “…”
What kind of punishments are these?
But you can only accept defeat.
He was reluctant because it was a matter of dignity. He took a deep breath and said to Kan Zhao, "Dad."
Kan Zhao rarely paid attention to him: "Yeah."
Qiao Yang: “…”
After playing a few rounds, Kan Zhao lost once and chose truth or no truth.
Qiao Yang was ready to ask a hot question, but the question he drew was: Is there any girl here who you like?
Qiao Yang was completely speechless. God had treated him so unfairly. Kan Zhao's stupid question was as good as no question at all.
Isn't this obvious?
However, Kan Zhao did not answer immediately. He lowered his eyes to look at the remaining wine in the glass, his finger hovering over the rim.
The entire booth suddenly fell into a subtle silence, and even the music sung by the resident singer on the stage seemed to become distant.
"Yeah." He answered in a low voice.
There was no mention of names, no affectionate confession, but just this simple word made the atmosphere instantly depressing.
Qiao Yang subconsciously looked at Lin Qingxu, but found that the smile on her face had also faded, her lips slightly pursed, without any joy, but seemed a little bewildered by this sudden question.
Qiao Yang frowned, feeling that the atmosphere between these two people was weird.
Is this how young couples get along nowadays?
Qiao Yang has been single since birth, so he doesn't understand.
Ruan Yanyan was obviously used to Qiao Yang's trouble-making behavior. To be honest, she couldn't blame him. He knew nothing when he was abroad, and no one told him.
She smoothed things over, shaking the dice and saying, "Come on, keep playing."
A few more rounds passed.
Qiao Yang was very strange.
It's not just that he outsmarted Lin Qingxu, but he couldn't even match him in luck? Although they took different turns, they still did receive punishment.
How come Lin Qingxu has never lost once?
Is she such a lucky girl?
Just as I was thinking about it, the result of the next round of dice came out.
They opened the lid of the dice box. Ruan Yanyan had 15, Qiao Yang had 13, Kan Zhao had 8, and Lin Qingxu had 5.
Qiao Yang's eyes lit up.
finally.
He asked, "Truth or Dare?"
Lin Qingxu replied: "The truth."
Qiao Yang randomly opened a page of the punishment collection and began to read along with the text, "What is your ideal type?"
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The author has something to say: Oh my god, how come it has reached 300 collections so quickly. But I don’t have any drafts saved (scratching my head), I will write quickly and update tomorrow.
I just woke up from the cold air conditioner, and then found that the air conditioner could not be turned off. The light in the dormitory was also broken yesterday. Unlucky bear, I feel like I was set up [heartbroken][heartbroken][heartbroken]
The next chapter is the last outbreak of conflict, and they are about to reconcile. It will probably be finished within a week, and then I will quickly revise it (I'm busy with that competition recently, and it feels difficult to concentrate on writing, so the description is not very detailed, but it's almost done) [scatter flowers][scatter flowers]
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