Lin Que stared at his phone screen; the photo was taken very perfunctorily.
A bunch of unsalted lettuce was piled on a white porcelain plate, with three pieces of boiled chicken breast lying next to it.
It was so dry it looked like a mummy that had been dried in the desert for three years; just looking at it made my throat dry.
Below the photo was a series of crying emojis, which flooded the entire chat interface.
[Beethoven on the run]: Look! Is this food for humans? This is rabbit feed! [Smashing a piano.jpg]
[Beethoven on the run]: My foreign sister simply doesn't treat me like a human being. She said that I need to strictly control my body fat and maintain finger dexterity before the tour.
I was so hungry my stomach was practically sticking to my back, and she still made me eat this stuff!
The "foreign sister" that Ye Xi mentioned was the person who helped her organize her tour, similar to an agent.
Lin Que looked at the few pieces of chicken that looked like dried firewood.
You can imagine the chewy, waxy texture when you bite into it.
He leaned against the headboard, typing with one hand.
【木欮】: Doesn't it look quite healthy? Green and pollution-free, very suitable for cultivating immortality.
The other end replied instantly, this time with a 20-second voice message.
Upon opening the audio, Ye Xi's slightly frantic voice exploded in the quiet room.
In the background, you can hear the muffled sound of fingers slamming haphazardly down the piano keys.
"What kind of immortal cultivation is this! I want to eat meat! I want to eat carbs!"
Now, when I close my eyes, all I can taste is the flavor of that old noodle shop in Laomendong... a big bowl with plenty of broth, lots of chili oil.
Add an extra portion of that golden-brown, crispy fried pork skin, and another portion of sausage and pork kidney... Mmm.
Lin Que chuckled softly.
The girl was so hungry that she swallowed loudly as she recited the names of the dishes.
[Beethoven on the run]: "After you finish your exam tomorrow, I'm determined to take you there."
That's my secret hideout, hidden deep in the alley; you can't even find it on review apps.
[Beethoven on the run]: "That shop is in a really remote location. Even the GPS would get lost without me leading the way. It's my treasure, and I don't usually tell just anyone about it."
I don't tell this to just anyone.
This sounds familiar.
He ran his fingers along the edge of his phone and replied.
[Muqi]: Then I'm in luck. So, am I not an "ordinary person"?
The message has been sent.
The small text at the top of the chat interface changed instantly.
The message at the top of the screen reads, "The other party is typing..."
It started flashing wildly.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
A full minute passed, and the text was still flashing, but no message came through.
At this very moment, inside a room in a high-end villa in Nanjing.
A bright red face was reflected in the black lid of the Steinway piano.
Ye Xi sat cross-legged on the piano bench, clutching her phone tightly in her hand, looking like a shrimp that had been scalded.
She just blurted out that sentence without thinking.
To emphasize that it was her "exclusive collection".
But Lin Que's counter-question completely changed the tone.
Not an ordinary person... then they are a special person?
What kind of special person?
"Thump—"
A muffled thud.
Ye Xi bumped her head on the piano keys.
Dozens of notes mingled together, producing a piercing roar.
"Why is this person focusing on the wrong things!"
She suddenly looked up and stared at the chat box.
I hovered my finger over the screen, typed a line of text, and then deleted it.
I typed another line, but it felt even more wrong, so I deleted it.
Explain? The more you explain, the worse it gets.
No explanation? Does that mean we're just accepting it?
Ye Xi bit her lip, her ears burning.
Finally, I gritted my teeth and started typing away on the keyboard.
She sent out a text that even she herself thought was clumsy.
[Beethoven on the run]: No!
[Beethoven on the run]: I mean... you're in class 3! Yes, because you're in class 3!
[Beethoven on the run]: Ugh, so annoying! Just remember the address!
[Beethoven on the run]: [Cleaver][Cleaver][Cleaver]
After sending the message, Ye Xi placed her phone face down on the piano.
He was sprawled out on the long-haired carpet, his hands covering his face, feeling like he wanted to die.
What a lame excuse!
Never mind!
In the hotel room, Lin Que couldn't help but laugh out loud at the forced explanation.
This girl is a cool and aloof goddess on stage, but in private she's a shy and silly girl.
[Muqi]: [Understood, thank you for the organization's trust.jpg]
[Mushu]: Then I'll save my stomach for later. Go to sleep early, don't get so hungry you'll chew up your zither.
Lin Que stared at the gleaming kitchen knife on the screen.
He smiled and shook his head, then casually tossed his phone onto the pillow.
The Qinhuai River flows silently outside the window, carrying away the splendor of the Six Dynasties, leaving only the tranquility of the night.
...
Lin Que slept very soundly.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already seven o'clock the next morning.
The air in Nanjing carried a damp coolness, awakening the city's hustle and bustle.
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