nashuaworldcup Chapter 290 Thank you
Chapter 290 Thank you
Xiao Yunqing stood at the restaurant entrance, rubbing her stomach.
I ate a bit too much just now: a basket of crab roe soup dumplings, a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs, and a bowl of osmanthus-flavored taro sprouts.
After paying the bill, Song Huan came out and glanced at her phone.
It's past 7 p.m.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to school."
Xiao Yunqing did not move.
She stood there, looking across the street.
Across the street is a fruit shop, with several baskets of seasonal fruit displayed at the entrance.
Pomegranates, persimmons, oranges, and pomelos were neatly arranged.
Xiao Yunqing said, "I want to go buy some fruit."
Song Huan glanced at her. "Didn't you just say you were full?"
"Fruit is fruit, and rice is rice," Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly, already walking across the street.
[I don't want to go back. Going back means going to the dorm, where I live all by myself.]
[Besides... I don't know when I'll see him again, and I feel awkward contacting him every day.]
[Just a little longer, just a little longer.]
Song Huan listened to her long string of inner monologues without saying a word and followed her.
The fruit shop was small, filled with the aroma of ripe fruit mixed with a subtle sweetness.
Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, picked up a pomegranate, weighed it in her hand, and then put it down.
Walk up to the persimmons, bend down, and pick them one by one.
Gently press your finger on the orange.
They were choosing very carefully, as if they were conducting some kind of precise experiment.
Song Huan stood to the side, picked up a few persimmons, looked at them, and put them in the bag.
Xiao Yunqing was still picking oranges.
"Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll pick it. What are you going to pick?" Song Huan asked.
Xiao Yunqing didn't even look up. "I picked these out for you."
Song Huan's hand froze in mid-air.
Looking at her, she bent over, carefully weighing each orange.
Stray hairs fell down, obscuring half of her face.
She reached out and flicked it, then continued picking.
Song Huan was somewhat incredulous. "You're going to buy it for me?"
Xiao Yunqing nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "If you buy it for me, then I'll buy it for you. We'll be even."
She put the oranges she had chosen into the bag, picked it up and weighed it in her hand, then, feeling it wasn't enough, she picked out two more and put them in as well.
Then walk to the cashier and put the bag on the scale.
The owner was a middle-aged woman wearing a floral apron, smiling at her.
"Little girl, you bought so much, can you finish it all?"
Xiao Yunqing nodded, then turned and pointed at Song Huan, "He can finish it."
Then she took out her wallet from her pocket, pulled out a banknote, and handed it over.
When the shopkeeper gave her change, she held the bag of oranges in her hand.
The plastic bag was heavy, digging into my fingers.
Song Huan finished paying the bill and came over carrying a bag of persimmons.
Two people stood in front of the fruit shop, each carrying a bag of fruit.
His persimmons, her oranges.
His oranges, her persimmons.
They are all heavy.
"Let's go," Song Huan said.
Xiao Yunqing followed.
The two walked slowly along the street.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the sycamore trees, falling on the ground and onto their shoulders.
Xiao Yunqing walked beside him, the bag of oranges in her hand changing hands twice, leaving two red marks on the plastic bag.
"I'll take it."
Song Huan reached out and took the bag from her hand.
She glanced at him but didn't say anything.
With both hands free, hanging limply at his sides, unsure where to put them, he simply put them behind his back and hopped forward.
We arrived at the south gate of Tunghai University.
It was still that black iron gate, and the same security booth at the entrance, where the security guard was dozing off.
Xiao Yunqing stopped and turned around.
Song Huan also stopped.
He handed her the bag of persimmons he had bought for her, while she kept the oranges she had bought for herself in her hand.
She took it and held it in her arms.
"Well... I'm going in."
Song Huan nodded. "Mm."
Xiao Yunqing stood still.
The two people stood facing each other, with two steps between them.
The streetlight shone on her face, making her eyes very bright.
Be careful on your way back.
"Um."
"Remember to eat the oranges."
"understood."
"Eat it quickly, it will spoil if left too long."
"Um."
"You're not allowed to share this with your roommates, I bought it especially for you! Hmm... if you really can't finish it, you can share some, but you have to eat it first!"
"understood."
She said several things, and he responded several times.
Neither of them left.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and looked at the bag of persimmons that Song Huan had bought for her in her arms.
Yellowish, round, squeezed into a plastic bag.
She took a deep breath.
"Well... I really went in."
She turned around and walked into the school gate.
She took two steps, then turned back to look at him again.
He was still standing there, holding the oranges I had bought for him, gazing at me from afar.
She quickly turned back and quickened her pace.
Her ponytail swung behind her as she walked quickly through the school gate, turned past the flowerbed, and disappeared from sight.
Song Huan stood there, looking in the direction she disappeared.
The oranges in my hand felt heavy.
He stood there for a while, then turned around and walked back.
On her way back from Donghai University, Song Huan took a shortcut.
He had walked this road several times. He would walk out of the south gate of Southeast University, go around an old residential area, and then make two more turns to reach the gate of Nanjing University.
It saves about ten minutes compared to taking the main road.
He rarely walks this road because it's deserted with few people and the streetlights are dim.
But I have things to carry today, so I want to go home early.
He stopped when he turned into that alley.
In the middle of the alley, there is a shop with its roller shutter door closed. A piece of paper with white background and red lettering is pasted on it: "Shop for Rent".
Below is a phone number. The shop's location isn't great.
It's not on a main road, so apart from students taking shortcuts, hardly anyone passes by.
But it's very close to the gate of Nanjing University, only a five or six-minute walk away.
Song Huan peeked inside through the glass door.
The space is quite large, with considerable depth, probably around 70 or 80 square meters.
It used to be a fast food restaurant; faded menus still clung to the walls, and tables and chairs were piled up in a corner, covered in a layer of dust.
He looked at it for a while and wrote down the phone number on the rental notice on the roller shutter door in his phone.
Song Huan picked up her phone, found Chen Fei's number, and dialed it.
I answered the phone after it rang twice.
"Boss!" Chen Fei's voice came through the receiver, excited and loud.
The background noise was the clattering of keyboards, and someone was shouting "Point A, Point A," so it must have been in a studio.
Song Huan leaned against the balcony railing. "How have you been lately?"
"Excellent!"
Chen Fei's voice was barely audible as he announced, "Last month, the net income of both stores exceeded 500,000 yuan. The Cloud Team won first place in Jiangcheng and made it to the top four in the provincial competition. Boss, you didn't see it, but on the day of the finals, the whole place was chanting 'Little Cloud is awesome!'"
Song Huan listened and nodded.
Five hundred thousand, two stores.
Adding the 3.5 million yuan he previously sold through the Food Alliance, his current net worth is already a considerable sum among college students of this era.
But he didn't interrupt Chen Fei and let him finish speaking.
Chen Fei gave a long report, from revenue to personnel, from personnel to equipment upgrades, and from equipment to the expansion plan for next month.
He stopped to catch his breath after he finished speaking.
"Chen Fei, come to Nanjiang in a few days."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"I'll send a few people over, and I'll cover their round-trip travel expenses and accommodation."
Chen Fei's voice changed, "Boss, are we going to open a studio in Nanjiang?"
Song Huan looked into the distance.
The gates of Nanjing University were lit up in the twilight, and students came and went in twos and threes.
"That's about right. One more thing: do you know anyone who does backend development?"
Chen Fei was taken aback. "Backend? Boss, you want to build a website?"
"right."
Chen Fei thought for a moment, "I knew a few computer science students when I was in college, but they all got jobs after graduation. One of them seems to be working as a backend developer at a software company for two years now. I'll ask him in a few days."
"Okay. As long as we can find the people, salary is not a problem."
Chen Fei responded.
Song Huan gave a few more instructions and then hung up the phone.
He squinted, looking at the brightly lit gate of Nanjing University in the distance.
takeout.
This era doesn't have a certain group or a "eat-yourself" (a popular online food delivery platform).
College students who want to order takeout from off-campus restaurants either have to call or write down the merchant's number and pay upon delivery.
Merchants handling their own deliveries have limited coverage and are inefficient.
The entire market is still a wasteland.
And he knew what would grow on this wasteland in the future.
A scale of tens of billions or hundreds of billions.
But right now, there isn't even a decent food delivery platform.
He didn't rush things.
This kind of technical work requires professionals to do it.
Although he also studied computer science and had experience from his previous life, he couldn't build a company on his own.
We need backend, frontend, product, and operations teams.
We need talent.
He put his phone back in his pocket and prepared to go back to school.
But as soon as he walked past the school gate, he saw Lin Yue.
It was already dark, and the streetlights cast her silhouette.
She heard footsteps behind her and turned around.
Lin Yue's eyes were red, and her nose was red too.
Looks like she's just been crying.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
She was also taken aback when she saw him.
Then her gaze fell on the orange in his hand.
"Did you go out to buy fruit?"
Song Huan looked down at the oranges in her hand. "Yeah, I went out for a walk and bought them on the way."
Seeing Lin Yue's red eyes, his heart suddenly ached.
He opened his mouth and asked, "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"
"No, no..." Lin Yue hurriedly wiped away her tears, looking somewhat at a loss.
Looking at Lin Yue's clumsy appearance, Song Huan felt a sense of suffocation for some reason.
To be honest, he hasn't figured out how to handle the problems between the two of them yet.
He had already decided that the two of them would never see each other again, and would never cross paths again in this lifetime...
But reality is so dramatic that the two meet at Nanjing University and end up in the same class.
Song Huan didn't consider herself a cold-hearted person, especially not towards Lin Yue.
Seeing the tears on her face, he finally felt a pang in his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, he handed the bag of oranges forward.
"I remember you like to eat oranges."
Lin Yue looked at the bag of oranges, which were bright yellow and reflected the light under the corridor lights.
She took them, hugged them to her chest, and looked down at the oranges.
Do you remember that I love eating oranges?
"Of course I remember," Song Huan said calmly.
"Was this bought especially for me?" Lin Yue asked in a soft, expectant voice.
"If you think so, then so be it."
Then Lin Yue suddenly raised her head and smiled at him.
She smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Then I won't be polite, thank you, class monitor."
Song Huan waved her hand, "Get some rest."
I turned around and walked back to my dormitory, sighing as I felt a sense of guilt.
I'm sorry, little cloud...
He had only walked a few steps when his phone rang.
An unfamiliar number, from Jingnan Jingcheng.
Could it be the counselor?
He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.
"Song Huan".
It was Lin Yue's voice.
He stopped and turned around.
Lin Yue stood behind him, her phone pressed against her ear.
She looked at him, and the streetlight shone down on her.
Her eyes were still red, but the expression on her face wasn't one of sadness.
It was something he was completely unfamiliar with, something he took very seriously.
"Song Huan, thank you, thank you for being willing to help me."
Song Huan held her phone without saying a word.
Lin Yue knew my phone number, so she must have gone to Tianxia KTV.
"I don't know how you knew I would go to that KTV to look for a job, but thank you anyway."
She paused for a moment.
The school was very quiet.
Laughter and chatter could be heard faintly from the boys' dormitory building in the distance.
"However... I will handle my family problems myself. I don't need your help. You have already helped me too much, and I owe you too much."
She stood there, watching him from afar, holding the oranges in her arms.
Then she hung up the phone, smiled at him, and shouted loudly.
Goodnight, class monitor! I really like your oranges, and I really like you!