Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

A residential area near Peking University.

A sudden sharp explosion broke the silence of the early morning.

Gao Mandong lay on the sofa, holding her cell phone and crying.

As soon as the call was connected, she burst into tears, leaving Xu Jinhuan, who was on the other end of the phone and on the other side of the earth, at a loss. He carefully chose his words and spoke: "What's wrong? Didn't you go on a date with Miss Nanzhao last night? Are you... unhappy?"

Gao Mandong cried even louder: "Wow - he's a man! I only found out after I took off all my clothes!"

"Uh..." Xu Jinhuan had never expected this to happen. "What about you guys?"

Gao Mandong sniffed and said, "Since he's here, he must be asleep."

Xu Jinhuan: "..."

Sisters! That’s not how you use “Since we’re here”!

After Xu Jinhuan went abroad, Gao Mandong had been living a happy life of teasing Yaozu and flirting with goddesses. She was committed to disrupting every job interview of Zuo Yaozu, from the school's spring recruitment to off-campus job applications. She didn't do anything but submit resumes with Yaozu and exaggerate during the interviews... No, she told people everything about Yaozu's character;

I would flirt with the goddess when I had free time. Although I didn’t catch up with her last time, I became more motivated after knowing that she was also in Beijing. Finally, under her persistence, I made an appointment to meet her a few times.

The goddess looks good in modern clothes. Every date is in a dimly lit restaurant. As the saying goes, seeing a beauty under the moonlight is ten times better than in the daytime.

The goddess' voice was also very nice, different from what she imagined, a little hoarse and a little low, but also magnetic and gentle.

Gao Mandong, who was aroused repeatedly, searched in bed every day: how to do it, what to pay attention to when doing it for the first time, the techniques of doing it...

Gao Mandong cried until she hiccuped: "Last night... hiccup, the atmosphere was pretty good, we drank a little wine, held hands... woohoo... his hands are pretty, his piano-playing hands feel different... except for his height, who would think of him as... hiccup... a man... wow... a love liar——"

Xu Jinhuan, who was on the other side of the ocean, didn't know how to comfort her. He frowned and said, "Everyone has regrets in life. Let's ignore him from now on."

"I don't regret it, hiccup..." Gao Mandong coughed a few times to suppress the hiccups, and patted his chest to comfort himself, "I'm not at a disadvantage with his figure and face. I can't get such a good one even if I spend money."

"Then who are you?"

Speaking of this, Gao Mandong wanted to cry again: "He cheated on me emotionally. I was so happy that I thought I was gay, but it turned out to be a false alarm. After that, he even had the nerve to ask me if I only liked his gender."

Nan Zhao’s original words were: “Dongdong, my gender is innate and cannot be changed, but I can be born for you in the future.”

Gao Mandong replied: "Who said you can't change? Since you were born for me, why don't you change your sex for me?"

"I can't believe you only like my gender, outside of sex..."

"You are wrong." Gao Mandong interrupted him, "I don't like your gender. I like the gender you pretend to be."

Nan Zhao was so blocked that he was speechless. While he was in the bathroom washing his face and organizing his thoughts, Gao Mandong quickly put on his clothes and slipped away.

"So what's going on now?"

Gao Mandong stood up and secretly looked downstairs through the curtains: "He is now standing under the tree of love between you and Yaozu. Tsk, men are really lustful."

The difference is that last time she was just a spectator watching the show upstairs, but this time she became the protagonist.

"Will you come downstairs then?"

Gao Mandong avoided the question and said, "When throwing away the garbage, I will go down."

"Sister, you are not honest."

Gao Mandong sniffed and muttered, "I... I have such a poor eye for men..."

That Yaozu, she actually thought he was a good guy before?

"You can only know a person's face but not his heart. Who knows what evil spirit is under the beautiful skin? Having slept with him once is enough for this life. It's time to quit while you're ahead."

Xu Jinhuan ruthlessly exposed her: "Based on my understanding of you, you are saying these words to yourself, just to amuse yourself."

Gao Mandong changed the subject: "By the way, how are you and Ji Shulang? Is he still pestering you?"

Xu Jinhuan glanced at Ji Shulang who was concentrating on washing dishes in the kitchen, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "He and I think differently."

Chinese students studying abroad, whose stomachs have been spoiled by Chinese food and who have suffered from the ravages of white people's food in the United States, suddenly learned in the study abroad circle that Ji Shulang can cook, and he instantly became a popular celebrity.

Some alumni and fellow townsmen often bring food to ask Ji Shulang to show off his cooking skills. They are willing to cover the smoke alarm with a disposable lunch box for two hours just to eat Chinese food.

They really get along like ordinary alumni. When some international students tease them, Ji Shulang tells them sternly: "Xu and I are just alumni. Xu is very outstanding, and I also have someone I like. You will cause trouble to us if you do this."

In fact, there were one or two people who had heard the rumors about her and Ji Shulang, but for the sake of the delicious meal, they did not dare to speak out.

It was already very late today when they finished their meal. Ji Shulang was afraid that it would be unsafe for them to go home too late, so he didn't let everyone stay to help clean up the kitchen and living room. Last month, Ji Shulang had a cell phone and several hundred US dollars robbed when he came home late.

We were lucky to have our money stolen. The sharp knife was against our waist, so we were fortunate not to be injured.

Ji Shulang was obviously able to put himself in other people's shoes, so why did he let her fall into such an embarrassing situation?

——What a hypocrite!

"It will be ready soon." Ji Shulang glanced at Xu Jinhuan who was standing at the kitchen door and said with a smile, "You can go back first."

Then Xu Jinhuan really went back to his apartment opposite without saying a word.

Ji Shulang, not knowing what he had said wrong again, looked at his hands full of foam and was at a loss as to what to do.

As soon as Xu Jinhuan closed the door, he began to complain unscrupulously: "I tell you, he #￥￥%￥%%...%...! He #￥%#￥%&￥...and &%&@￥%￥￥&..."

Gao Mandong kept making jokes: "Too much!", "Too infuriating!", "Why didn't you cut his kidneys!"...

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Ji Shumiao had repeated fevers, and her body temperature kept fluctuating. She was ordered not to go to the company and to stay at home to recuperate.

It took Ji Shumiao's condition a week to fully recover. While recuperating at home, she prepared for the final exams - the number of times she went to school this semester could be counted on one hand.

The cultural courses are easy. Baking, flower arrangement, tea ceremony and other courses are easy to get through. Only the horse riding and piano lessons are troublesome.

After hearing this, Qin Rong suggested leveling her grandfather's vegetable garden to build a small horse farm for her.

Ji Shumiao: "...Mom, don't be too filial."

Qin Rong said she wanted to buy a piano again, but Ji Shumiao tried to stop her: "No, no, no, no, things worth tens of thousands of dollars are not worth eating or drinking. I can just buy an electronic keyboard to practice."

On the other hand, Tea House Sister's acquisition was not smooth. The other party felt that they had grasped the lifeblood of Cha Samadhi with their unique yogurt formula and marketing methods, so they were arrogant and unwilling to give in easily.

Ji Shumiao would not allow anyone in the business world to be more arrogant than her, so she let Zhou Hui leave the other party alone. The tea samadhi could last three to five years, but the teahouse sister who only had four shops might not be sure.