64/On the phone
Chen Mian didn't have high hopes for the debate competition. To be precise, ever since Lin Yuqing's incident, she had been prepared to be eliminated. However, since she had already prepared for so long, when the group chat suggested that they come to the cafeteria to discuss it again that evening, Chen Mian still went.
Before leaving, both Deng Momo and Su Wangqiu expressed their opposition.
"He didn't say a word in the coffee shop this afternoon, and now he's taking up his evening time. Is he an emperor?"
"They're all his friends. What if they target you? I think we should just let it go."
Finally, Deng Momo ended her video chat with her boyfriend and decided to accompany Chen Mian to the cafeteria.
He walked with the air of someone about to fight, anticipating countless possible arguments on the spot, and even gave Chen Mian advice, saying that if there was any sign of a fight, he should take out his phone to record it beforehand.
The reason for this heightened state of alert is that things have not been peaceful during this period.
Various chat logs are circulating in university group chats, such as a male student who slit a girl's throat in a fit of rage after being rejected, or a man who threw sulfuric acid at a girl after being rejected. These incidents all demonstrate the most despicable side of human nature.
But when she arrived, she found the atmosphere to be surprisingly harmonious. As an unofficial member, Deng Momo went to a convenience store to buy ice cream and hot dogs so as not to seem deliberate, pretending that she had just come down to find food. Unfortunately, her disguise was not very good, and as soon as she sat down, a boy in the group invited her to be the referee.
Deng Momo: "Huh?"
Then, with a blank expression, she sat in the middle as a judge, licking her ice cream. She listened to three grown men talking to her about what love really is. The more she listened, the more her head ached. It wasn't that they were badly prepared, but from a girl's perspective, listening to them make the word "relationship" sound academic and even use various real-life examples from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, to prove it was inevitably a bit boring.
When Chen Mian finally pulled out the thick stack of documents, Deng Momo was almost numb and even began to doubt herself. In the end, she found some debate topics on emotional topics on a video app, watched them in a corner, and then realized where the problem lay.
"I think you guys are being too academic. Feelings can't be separated from emotions. Such rational descriptions make love sound like a boring academic paper. Who wants to listen to that? I don't want to hear bland narratives about the love stories of celebrities. Can't I just search for that on Baidu? I want to hear about what love between them looks like from different perspectives, and some touching moments that I can't find myself that make me think love is a really good thing."
After a long string of words, he finally took a deep breath and concluded, "You're talking about love, but you're missing the part about love itself."
This statement directly led to a renewed discussion, with everyone revising the documents page by page.
Chen Mian flipped to the last page of her compiled materials and found a sentence written on it at some point:
Children who don't receive enough love from birth are naturally insecure in love. What we call "nurture" is simply that they are surrounded by love from others and sprout tender shoots in barren places.
Her pen paused at the end.
Just then, the cell phone on the table rang; the caller ID showed Oracle.
Amidst the surrounding chatter, as Chen Mian picked up the phone, Deng Momo asked, "Is it him?"
The lack of naming names only adds to the ambiguity.
Lin Yuqing stopped writing, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Chen Mian nodded, then took the phone and walked towards the cafeteria entrance.
As nine o'clock approached, the campus was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Chen Mian found a chair under the tree and sat down. As she was about to press the call button, she felt inexplicably uneasy, as if she were holding a little rabbit that was jumping around wildly.
Then I heard the sound of rushing water from the other end.
And the faint, muffled sound of the deep pool, muffled by the sound of water.
"Chen Mian".
Through the electric current, even the voice sounded somewhat different from the real one.
Chen Mian felt inexplicably hot in the ears, and stepped on the fallen leaves, responding very softly.
"What are you doing?"
"We were just discussing the content of tomorrow's debate in the cafeteria."
"And now?"
"Sitting under the tree."
"Um?"
Chen Mian lowered her head, her fingers curled up, and her shoe surface kept grinding against the fallen leaf.
This kind of communication, where you can't see each other's faces over the phone, actually brings endless room for imagination.
The sound of water never stopped, and she couldn't help but think of Shen Yu's body.
I've seen it countless times, even during that period of indulgence at the beach after graduation, falling asleep naked and waking up naked.
The intertwined fragments returned to my mind at that moment.
Meanwhile, the person on the other end was still laughing and calling her name, as if they could read her mind, and asked, "Chen Mian, what are you thinking about?"
It was clearly teasing; they clearly knew everything, but it was just on purpose.
This intense atmosphere was almost overwhelming for Chen Mian, so she stood up and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'm going in."
"But what can I do? I'm hard."
The sound of flowing water stopped, making the panting and other subtle noises hidden inside all the more noticeable.
It was the sticky sound of foam being repeatedly rubbed, much like the ambiguous sounds of intimate moments.
The boy's usually clear voice sounded unusually low and hoarse at that moment.
"Aren't you going to take responsibility for putting out the fire you started?"
Chen Mian: "..."
She never imagined that Shen Yu was doing this over the phone, while her teammates were waiting for her to go into the cafeteria to discuss things.
And over the phone, the person on the other end seemed to be deliberately breathing heavily in her ear.
Chen Mian reached out and covered one ear, feeling the burning heat. She then touched her face to it, and it was also burning hot.
She stood up and then sat down again.
In the end, I couldn't bring myself to say, as I used to, "What's it to me?"
She blushed and whispered into the phone, "What should I do?"
They immediately laughed.
"Call me."
He gave her guidance.
"Sinking Domain".
"That's not it."
"I have no idea."
"You know that."
Shen Yu stroked her hand up and down, coaxing her in a lazy voice, "Chen Mian, you know what you should call me."
It is not the sinking domain.
Instead, it was another name he desperately wanted to hear, a name that sounded like a homophone but was more beautiful than any sweet talk.
Chen Mian lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip, and after a long while, she softly granted his wish.
"oracle."
"Um."
In the instant his desire crumbled, he looked at the white fluid in his hand.
Then, she smiled contentedly at the other end of the phone, finally uttering the name she hadn't called out until she was satisfied.
He said.
"Thank you for your hospitality, my darling."
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Hmm.
Anyone who can shoot just by hearing the sound.
Ah, it's our Xiao Shen. (Happy face with backpack)
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