Chapter 118 #3
[confession] I’ve decided that I want to take Jiang Cheng out for dinner! Jiang Cheng from first year law! Do you see this?! Jiejie wants to take you out—not sure if you can handle the heat. Hopefully you like spicy food!
[confession] To the weird jiejie up there who wants to take Jiang Cheng out, there’s a thing called DIBS when it comes to asking someone out to dinner.
I already expressed my intention of taking him out last week~ But to avoid any awkwardness, maybe we can team up on the invite…
Or maybe you can switch targets. The guy who’s always with him isn’t too bad, either. We can take them out together!
[confession] Sooo both of you weird jiejies up there…are you here to ask him out, or are you trying to put together a dinner party?
Gu Fei kept laughing as he scrolled down, but after a few pages, he couldn’t bring himself to laugh anymore—he saw several entries with a guy confessing to another guy.
The open-minded atmosphere, the candid and sincere tone, and the casual reactions from others were all completely unlike the environment around him.
Jiang Cheng was no longer as nervous about his sexual orientation as he once had been, but most of the time he still had a stony and tough “none of your damn business” attitude about it. In this kind of open environment, perhaps he could truly relax.
Gu Fei scrolled all the way to the end and made sure that at least in the visible date range, there was no confession to Jiang Cheng from another guy. Only then did he put down his phone.
He lay back on his bed and let out a sigh of relief.
But why was he relieved?
Gu Fei laughed at himself.
***
“Can you ask Zhang Dantong to come along?” Zhao Ke said over the phone. Jiang Cheng sat beside him, eavesdropping intently. The point of this call was to arrange for a time and place for Jiang Cheng’s meeting with Zhao Jin, though it was obvious that Zhao Ke had lost the plot.
Jiang Cheng had only just found out that Zhao Ke’s goddess was named Zhang Dantong—the same Zhang Dantong he remembered seeing countless times on the confession wall.
Zhao Ke’s situation was certainly dire.
“Why not… You haven’t even tried, how do you know she won’t come?” Zhao Ke was still hung up on his tangent. “You two haven’t seen each other in a pretty long time. Don’t you besties need to have a bonding session or something?”
“Zhao Ke,” Jiang Cheng sighed. “Oh, Ke…”
“Why is today not a good time? All Jiang Cheng wants is to ask you a few questions about his friend’s little sister’s condition, not like it’s a formal psychotherapy session…
You can’t conduct a formal one anyway.” Zhao Ke ignored Jiang Cheng’s attempts at getting his attention.
“Besides… Yes, I was asking you for a favor, but you’ve already said yes to one, so what’s one more?
Either way, I’m always the one begging you, ever since I was little… ”
“Zhao Ke.” Jiang Cheng couldn’t stop himself from taking Zhao Ke’s phone away. He said in a hushed voice, “Give me Zhang Dantong’s number.”
“What are you going to do?” Zhao Ke looked at him.
“I’ll invite her for you,” Jiang Cheng said.
“You?” Zhao Ke hesitated for three seconds, then swiftly wrote down a phone number on a notepad.
“Go confirm the time and place with your sister.” Jiang Cheng patted Zhao Ke’s shoulder before walking out with his own phone.
When Zhang Dantong answered, Jiang Cheng laid out, in very simple terms, his reason for the call. She started laughing uncontrollably on the other end.
“So that’s what’s happening,” Jiang Cheng said. “If you’re free today, maybe you can come out and eat with us. If not, then neither Zhao Ke nor I will be able to leave our dorm today.”
“Sure, I’ll give Zhao Jin a call.” Zhang Dantong was still laughing. “See you later, then. You two are hilarious.”
Jiang Cheng returned to the room to see that Zhao Ke had already wrapped up his call. He stood up as soon as Jiang Cheng walked in. “So? Did she yell at you?”
“…Do you have some sort of misguided perception of your goddess?” Jiang Cheng didn’t know what to say. “She agreed. We’ll see her there.”
“Really?” Zhao Ke immediately broke into a grin. He walked over and tried to hug Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng lifted an arm to block him. “A verbal expression of gratitude is enough.”
“No thank-yous between us. We’re even.”
Jiang Cheng nodded. “Oh, right.”
“Let’s go,” Zhao Ke said. “She decided on steak. We should probably leave now if we want to get there on time.”
“Sure.” Jiang Cheng got his bag and checked again that he’d brought his bank card. The cash he usually carried would definitely not be enough to buy steak for four people.
Zhao Ke was more than a little excited. With him dragging them along, they arrived ahead of their scheduled meeting time by twenty minutes. Once inside, they found a booth where they could talk privately and sat down.
Zhao Ke was riding such an emotional high that he could hardly speak, while Jiang Cheng was too busy going over the summary of Gu Miao’s condition in his head to talk. The two of them sat in silence, facing each other without a word until Zhao Ke raised his hand and waved.
Jiang Cheng turned and saw two people come through the door. The one in front was Zhao Jin, but the person behind her wasn’t Zhang Dantong, but a young man.
“That’s her senior,” Zhao Ke said.
“Ah.” The word “senior” finally managed to jog Jiang Cheng’s memory. He had seen this guy before.
It was the studdiest of the three superstuds.