Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Chapter 25 Supplement No. 12 update. ...

Cheng Yue just vomited, his stomach was empty, he didn't want to take a car, and An Mingyu didn't seem to want to take a taxi back to school. Some old storefronts.

The streets of City B and City Z are very different, and there are almost no buildings that damage the city's appearance. Even such a noodle shop that has obviously been around for a few years still has its own characteristics. The entire alley is a quaint building with the style of the Republic of China , and a high school across the street.

"Oh, let me see who's here!" As soon as they entered the store, a middle-aged woman with a towel wrapped around her head greeted her with a smile, "An Mingyu, you've grown up so much."

She smiled at Cheng Yue again and said, "This is your new classmate? Come, come, there is a seat inside, please sit down."

Cheng Yue sat down, An Mingyu greeted the proprietress, and explained to him: "The opposite is my high school, and there is a junior high school not far next door, and I ate almost all my breakfast in this shop for six years in middle school. "

"Last time, the noodles in school were not authentic enough. Today I will let you try the most authentic hand-rolled noodles in City B." An Mingyu smiled.

Cheng Yue was not very interested, and responded with an "oh". He glanced around and found that there were basically students in school uniforms.

After waiting for less than 10 minutes, two steaming bowls of hand-rolled noodles were brought up. The bowls alone were almost twice as big as the school ones. The soup was topped with chopped green onions, and there was also a circle of beef. The noodle soup was thick and close to milky white. The aroma is alluring.

Cheng Yue's throat rolled subconsciously, and he swallowed.

An Mingyu handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Try it?"

He took it, took a piece of noodles with his chopsticks, thought of the taste of the last time he ate, and raised his head: "I want to add vinegar."

An Mingyu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, stretched his hand under the table, and brought up a bottle of vinegar.

Cheng Yue bent down and took a look curiously. There was another mystery about this wooden table. There was a row of very inconspicuous small bamboo baskets hanging on the side, inside which were several bottles and jars.

"Thank you." He stirred the vinegar a few times and put the cooled noodles into his mouth.

The mellow noodle fragrance mixed with the broth overflows the whole mouth.

Cheng Yue's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.

An Mingyu asked: "How is it?"

He nodded: "Delicious."

It was indeed much better than the food in the cafeteria. Cheng Yue whetted his appetite and concentrated on eating half of the bowl in one go.

For a while on the table, only the movement of each other's face to face can be heard.

When he saw that he was almost done eating, An Mingyu suddenly put down his chopsticks: "Want to chat? About you and Qian Fangkai."

Cheng Yue raised his head.

Across the lingering heat, the other party's eyes only had concern and sincerity.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and replied, "He came to me and asked for money."

"Want money?"

Those dirty things in the past were too messy, Cheng Yue frowned, and said in a selective way: "He and I... are high school classmates, and we have known each other since the first year of high school. At the beginning, he only said that he wanted to be friends with me, and he didn't like me. Now."

There were really not many good things in that memory, he squeezed his chopsticks.

An Mingyu didn't speak, but listened to him silently.

"At that time, he was not bad, so I didn't think much about it... Later, something happened to my family, and he took the initiative to lend me a lot of money... After I paid it off, he would still calculate the interest, and if he didn't pay it, he would keep troubling me. "

"I didn't expect him to be such a person. I found out about him later... He came to me from the beginning just to..."

Some mixed and gloomy memories emerged again, Cheng Yue pursed his lips, not wanting to say any more.

"Drink some hot soup." An Mingyu handed him a spoon.

After a few mouthfuls of bone broth, my stomach felt warm, and the discomfort just now eased a lot.

"Thank you today." Cheng Yue said, "How did you find those two boys?"

An Mingyu rolled her eyes: "You're welcome. Qian Fangkai has too many feuds. I yelled a few times on the street, and they came to me."

Cheng Yue was finally amused by him: "He is indeed hated."

After the two of them finished eating noodles, Cheng Yue felt better a lot, but after all, he was still very frightened today. When he returned to the dormitory, he took a hot bath and was ready to rest.

I didn't feel it before, the hot air in the bath made Cheng Yue's eyes become red and swollen. He stood in front of the bed and rubbed it a few times, but the more he rubbed it, the redder it became.

An Mingyu came over with a cup of steaming milk: "Drink this, then wear this, sleep well, and wake up tomorrow morning and nothing will happen."

Cheng Yue took the milk and looked at the other small package curiously.

"Steam eye mask? An Mingyu, you are so delicate." Yang Kaimiao stuck his head out on the bed and smacked his tongue, "Hey, what's wrong with Cheng Yue's eyes, so red?"

An Mingyu said without changing his face, "The pepper splashed in after eating."

Yang Kaimiao wrinkled his nose: "Wow, that hurts, hurry up and use this blindfold to rest."

"it is good."

Cheng Yue had heard of the steam eye mask, but had never used it. He thanked him for taking it, and drank the whole glass of milk in one gulp.

He lay down on the bed and put on the eye mask. After a while, his face began to feel slightly hot, and the sore and painful eye sockets felt much more comfortable.

The exhaustion of the day swallowed him instantly, and within a few minutes, Cheng Yue fell asleep in a daze.

"An Mingyu, I heard that there was a fight at the school gate today." Yang Kaimiao was warned by An Mingyu's eyes as soon as he opened his mouth.

He came to his senses, glanced at Cheng Yue on the bed, and lowered his voice: "I heard that the beating was severe, and one person was directly fired. The blood was all over the floor. The police are here. Did you see that?"

An Mingyu looked calm: "I didn't see it, I'll answer the phone, please be quiet."

"Oh, then I'm asleep too."

An Mingyu closed the bedroom door softly, unlocked the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello, Mom."

"Mingyu." Mother An on the other end of the phone spoke nervously, "Where are you now?"

"At school." An Mingyu walked to the small balcony at the end of the dormitory corridor, closed the door, and leaned against the railing, "What's wrong?"

Mother Ann asked seriously: "Did you go to the police station today?"

An Mingyu was silent for a few seconds, and said "Yes", "Yes, who told you?"

There was no answer to his question on the other end of the phone, and the woman's voice was thin and urgent: "What happened? Are you injured?"

"No, Mom, I'm fine." An Mingyu slowed down, "I'm going to pick up my classmate, it's fine."

Mother An breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine."

There was warmth in An Mingyu's eyes: "Well, don't worry."

"I also heard that You recently moved back to your dormitory from that small apartment?" Mother Ann asked.

An Mingyu: "Yes."

"Is it because you are not satisfied with the apartment? Find another place for you?"

"No, no need."

Mother An was silent for a moment, and asked: "Then your bedroom is full of boys, can you get used to it?"

When she said this, she suddenly noticed something: "Tell me honestly, is there you in the dormitory..."

"Mom." An Mingyu interrupted her, "I won't go home for the National Day."

An's mother's attention was successfully diverted: "Why don't you go home? Your father was nagging me a few days ago, asking when you will come back. I said you will be back soon on National Day."

An Mingyu lowered her eyes, and rubbed her fingers on the balcony railing a few times: "Does Dad have a scenic spot project in City Z?"

"It seems so. You should ask your father for details."

"Okay, I'll ask him." An Mingyu curled her lips, "I'll finalize this project for him."