Sang Chi stared at the bare rice noodles in front of her, which were only mixed with a few carrot shreds and vegetable leaves, looking very plain. She moved her eyes and looked at the full bowl of beef in Duan Jiaxu's bowl.
A breath of depressed anger was stuck in my heart and couldn't get out.
"… "
She really didn't want to say it.
Do you! Like! Eating! Beef! That! Much? ! !
Sang Chi pursed her lips and picked up the chopsticks reluctantly.
Knowing that no one present would help her, she did not waste energy complaining and endured the humiliation and filled a bowl of the rice noodles that he had picked on.
The person who talked the most at the table was Qian Fei, and he talked even more after drinking. He was the one who talked most of the night, and he was the one who basically solved the problems on the table.
Sang Chi listened to their conversation boredly.
There were only games, no mention of girls, and no mention of studying.
Sang Chi lowered his head and bit the rice noodle, his cheeks bulging.
After a while, Qian Fei, who had a very poor alcohol tolerance, suddenly got drunk and went crazy. This time he finally started talking about his love life, despairing and breaking down: "How the hell do I not have a girlfriend in my junior year? I'm already a junior year—"
Sang Chi wanted to reach out and grab a string of chicken wings, but was startled by the sudden roar and immediately retracted his hand.
She glanced at it secretly.
Sang Yan curled his lips and said, "Don't yell anymore. You can still cry after you graduate."
"I don't! I've had enough!" Qian Fei pointed his finger at Sang Yan, "Girls who come to see me either ask me for your phone number—" He pointed at Duan Jiaxu again: "They ask me for yours!"
"… "
Qian Fei started to cry: "No one has ever asked for my number, it's mine!"
Seeing a grown man crying like this, Sang Yan suggested with a change of heart: "How about this, next time you can just say your name is Sang Yan. Then they will ask for your real number."
Duan Jiaxu didn't even raise his eyelids. He tore off a tissue, took a string of chicken wings and put it in Sang Chi's bowl, and casually agreed: "It's okay to say your name is Duan Jiaxu."
"… "
Isn't this adding insult to injury
Hearing this, Qian Fei immediately stopped crying and stared at the two of them.
The scene froze for a moment.
Sang Chi didn't dare to watch the show anymore, as he always felt that the atmosphere was about to explode at the next moment.
After a long while, Qian Fei suddenly burst into tears again, as if he had been favored by the emperor. With tears in his eyes and tears of gratitude, he said, "Good brother! Woo woo woo good brother!!!"
Sang Zhi: “…”
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Seeing that they had almost finished eating, Sang Yan went to pay the bill first and drove the car out at the same time.
Duan Jiaxu helped Qian Fei stand up and looked down at Sang Zhi: "Little boy, walk in front of your brother."
Sang Chi said "oh".
Hearing Sang Zhi's voice, Qian Fei looked towards her with great effort, and suddenly remembered something: "Ah, little sister, brother is going to grab a doll for you. Wait, which one do you want? Brother is really good at grabbing dolls."
Seeing that he couldn't even walk steadily, Sang Chi hesitated and said, "No need..."
"No! I'm a man who always keeps his word and never lies!" Qian Fei took out a twenty-yuan bill from his pocket and said, "Let's go grab the doll."