Yan Gou

The third time Jiang Bailu met him was in the student cafeteria.

He and Logan, who lives next door, went to the school's Chinese restaurant for lunch.When it was their turn to order in line, the person in charge of the window left for a while because of something.

Jiang Bailu was leaning against the window to discuss the menu of staple food with Logan. Someone knocked on the glass window next to his profile, and a deep, familiar voice sounded in his ears: "What do you eat?"

Jiang Bailu turned his face, and bumped into Chris's indifferent gaze from the glass window.He was wearing a restaurant staff uniform, with his hands on the stage, his lips slightly pursed, his eyelashes slightly drooping, and his expression was indifferent.

Jiang Bailu was at a loss for words, "Do you work here?"

The boy raised his eyelids, "What's the problem?"

Jiang Bailu was silent for a second, "You can't speak Chinese?"

Chris's eyes were deep, "It's not just Chinese students who come to eat in Chinese restaurants."

"Then—" Jiang Bailu rested one hand on his chin and looked at him thoughtfully, "I'm a little curious, which two countries are you a mixed race from?"

Chris didn't answer him, his slender fingertips landed on the glass window, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "I think, if you don't order again, the people behind you will probably throw you out."

Jiang Bailu stared at him blankly for a second.

A second later, he turned his head, and as expected, he saw the caucasian girl behind him frowning, staring at the back of his head dissatisfied.The eyes of the two collided, and the other party turned his eyebrows coldly, "This classmate, please don't harass our handsome staff during working hours."

Jiang Bailu apologized, turned around and ordered the same curry chicken fried pasta with Logan.The two left the team with their number plates. Jiang Bailu turned his head and saw the girl who criticized him with a sharp smile, leaning in front of the window with a smile on her face, and asked sweetly, "Chris, I can invite you to participate in tomorrow night's party." A party in our dorm?"

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Logan showed a look of surprise, "As you can see, Jiang. Chris is very popular in our school, you'd better not provoke him."

Jiang Bailu was surprised and said, "I have no intention of provoking him."

Logan looked strange, "Isn't he your type?"

"It's my type." Jiang Bailu didn't deny it, "He's not the only one in school who is my type."

"But I saw you were in a daze with him." Logan smiled narrowly, "even if it was just for a fleeting second."

"However," he admitted generously, "if I hadn't just broken up with him now, I would also have taken a fancy to him. After all, he has no other shortcomings except being poor."

"It's unbearable," Logan began to babble. "It's so hard not to have money. Every time I get the bill at the end of the month, I think of Chris. If he's not poor at all, at least I don’t need to work day and night to make a living, I’m even willing to choose to sleep with him between my confession partner and him.”

Jiang Bailu: "..."

The two of them sat down at the clean dining table. Ten minutes later, the crowd dining around suddenly became agitated.Fragmentary and indistinct human voices drilled into his ears from the air.Before Jiang Bailu could turn around, a small shadow fell in his sight.

The disk hit the table with a crisp sound, and two plates of the same curry chicken fried pasta were placed in front of Jiang Bailu and Logan.At the same time, he finally heard the voices of low or high voices coming from behind.

"My God, the two of them get to have Chris serving the food himself."

"Jealousy makes me unrecognizable."

"Who is he looking at?"

"I hope he just feels a little stuffy inside the glass window and comes out on a whim to take a breath."

However, everyone could see that Chris didn't have any conversation with Jiang Bailu or Logan. He just put down the plate, reached out to remove the order number plate on the table, and left with a blank expression.

Everyone gradually lost interest and looked away from Jiang Bailu and Logan.

Two seconds later, Jiang Bailu was quite surprised to find an extra golden fried egg in his fried noodles.

Logan saw it too.He rummaged through his plate, but found nothing.The boy who had been broken in love raised his hands to cover his face, and murmured in despair: "Sure enough, the boy with black hair and black eyes is God's favorite. I have had lunch here countless times, but I have never met a chef." Give me one more lucky moment with an omelette."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

The third time Jiang Bailu met him was in the student cafeteria.

He and Logan, who lives next door, went to the school's Chinese restaurant for lunch.When it was their turn to order in line, the person in charge of the window left for a while because of something.

Jiang Bailu was leaning against the window to discuss the menu of staple food with Logan. Someone knocked on the glass window next to his profile, and a deep, familiar voice sounded in his ears: "What do you eat?"

Jiang Bailu turned his face, and bumped into Chris's indifferent gaze from the glass window.He was wearing a restaurant staff uniform, with his hands on the stage, his lips slightly pursed, his eyelashes slightly drooping, and his expression was indifferent.

Jiang Bailu was at a loss for words, "Do you work here?"

The boy raised his eyelids, "What's the problem?"

Jiang Bailu was silent for a second, "You can't speak Chinese?"

Chris's eyes were deep, "It's not just Chinese students who come to eat in Chinese restaurants."

"Then—" Jiang Bailu rested one hand on his chin and looked at him thoughtfully, "I'm a little curious, which two countries are you a mixed race from?"

Chris didn't answer him, his slender fingertips landed on the glass window, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "I think, if you don't order again, the people behind you will probably throw you out."

Jiang Bailu stared at him blankly for a second.

A second later, he turned his head, and as expected, he saw the caucasian girl behind him frowning, staring at the back of his head dissatisfied.The eyes of the two collided, and the other party turned his eyebrows coldly, "This classmate, please don't harass our handsome staff during working hours."

Jiang Bailu apologized, turned around and ordered the same curry chicken fried pasta with Logan.The two left the team with their number plates. Jiang Bailu turned his head and saw the girl who criticized him with a sharp smile, leaning in front of the window with a smile on her face, and asked sweetly, "Chris, I can invite you to participate in tomorrow night's party." A party in our dorm?"

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Logan showed a look of surprise, "As you can see, Jiang. Chris is very popular in our school, you'd better not provoke him."

Jiang Bailu was surprised and said, "I have no intention of provoking him."

Logan looked strange, "Isn't he your type?"

"It's my type." Jiang Bailu didn't deny it, "He's not the only one in school who is my type."

"But I saw you were in a daze with him." Logan smiled narrowly, "even if it was just for a fleeting second."

"However," he admitted generously, "if I hadn't just broken up with him now, I would also have taken a fancy to him. After all, he has no other shortcomings except being poor."

"It's unbearable," Logan began to babble. "It's so hard not to have money. Every time I get the bill at the end of the month, I think of Chris. If he's not poor at all, at least I don’t need to work day and night to make a living, I’m even willing to choose to sleep with him between my confession partner and him.”

Jiang Bailu: "..."

The two of them sat down at the clean dining table. Ten minutes later, the crowd dining around suddenly became agitated.Fragmentary and indistinct human voices drilled into his ears from the air.Before Jiang Bailu could turn around, a small shadow fell in his sight.

The disk hit the table with a crisp sound, and two plates of the same curry chicken fried pasta were placed in front of Jiang Bailu and Logan.At the same time, he finally heard the voices of low or high voices coming from behind.

"My God, the two of them get to have Chris serving the food himself."

"Jealousy makes me unrecognizable."

"Who is he looking at?"

"I hope he just feels a little stuffy inside the glass window and comes out on a whim to take a breath."

However, everyone could see that Chris didn't have any conversation with Jiang Bailu or Logan. He just put down the plate, reached out to remove the order number plate on the table, and left with a blank expression.

Everyone gradually lost interest and looked away from Jiang Bailu and Logan.

Two seconds later, Jiang Bailu was quite surprised to find an extra golden fried egg in his fried noodles.

Logan saw it too.He rummaged through his plate, but found nothing.The boy who had been broken in love raised his hands to cover his face, and murmured in despair: "Sure enough, the boy with black hair and black eyes is God's favorite. I have had lunch here countless times, but I have never met a chef." Give me one more lucky moment with an omelette."

Jiang Bailu: "..."