THE DAILY LIFE OF BEING THE CAMPUS IDOL'S FAKE BOYFRIEND

Chapter 10

Qi Feng really wanted to refuse that pink bowl.

He obviously saw that the one in Ling Ke’s hand was blue, so why in the world did he have to take the pink one? Did he look like someone who used pink?

Holding the bowl, Qi Feng was stupefied for 2 whole seconds.

However, this roommate of his really looked much too cold and aloof. He had already troubled the other to buy so many things, thus unable to bring himself to ask for more, especially when the matter was……something this inconsequential.

Therefore, he could only suppress the rejection in his heart and silently accept what he was given.

……Nevertheless, he wanted to make one point perfectly clear: He did not like pink.

After that, Ling Ke gave back the money he didn’t spend.

To show his thanks, Qi Feng offered to pay for dinner.

Thinking of how his arms almost broke to bring everything back, Ling Ke accepted and even inwardly applauded Qi Feng’s tact.

Buying dinner at the school’s cafeteria seemed insincere, so Qi Feng suggested that they go to a restaurant off campus.

Ling Ke agreed. Besides, it’s not like Qi Feng lacked the money.

There were a lot less people out at night than during the day, and when they walked through the south gate, they finally saw the flashing lights of the night market.

Food stalls, barbecue stands, hotpot stores, hot and spicy soup booths… This street had various types of food from all over the country.

Groups of students sat and stood around the stalls, chatting merrily, eating happily, and being as lively as could be.

Hearing such festivity while surrounded by the smell of delicious food, their stomachs growled as if stimulated by the sight.

Qi Feng put his hands in his pockets and asked, “What do you want to eat? Your choice.”

For some reason, Ling Ke heard a hint of hauteur in those words.

He looked around him. Actually, after following Qi Feng online for so many years, he already knew what the other liked to eat. Qi Feng liked pickled fish, crayfish, chilly pot, pan-friend dumplings, curry soup……

But if he were choose what Qi Feng liked to eat, wouldn’t that seem…too calculating?

Qi Feng was still looking at him, waiting for him to decide.

Ling Ke felt a bit contrite….. Aye, whatever, why bother with the small details!

“Chilly pot.” (idk this is the translation baidu gave, click on link for google images)

Hearing this, Qi Feng happily clamored, “I like eating chilly pot too! It’s like our hearts are one!”

Ling Ke: “……”

The two of them crossed the street and found a chilly pot restaurant that looked pretty decent. Qi Feng ordered a bunch of meat and vegetables, told the waiter to make it medium spicy, and then asked if Ling Ke wanted a beer.