Chapter 65: Receiving Express Delivery

  But this time, Yang Yifan obviously pretended to be silly and cute, not telling Lin Xing what he wanted to treat himself to, but instead said: "Take the sportswear we bought online, the sports meet is coming soon, huh, don't you have a favorite sport?"

  Two people were walking on the commercial street of their school, because many express addresses are on that street. When Yang Yifan talked about his hobby, Lin Xing finally remembered what his own hobby was, and it turned out that he still had one, which was something he liked to do since childhood, riding a unicycle, but almost no schools include this project in the competition lineup.

  Lin Xing didn't say a word, he just swept his gaze around, looking for something that would satisfy both Yang's tolerance and his own food cravings.

  Lin Xing could see that in this Taobao world, where the whole school was swept up in the trend of online shopping, Yang Yifan had already been caught up in the tide, because she knew every household's express delivery address by heart.

  Not only that, but also introduced Lin Xing along the way, saying where this is and where that is, making Lin Xing very admiring.

  On the second floor corridor, a familiar figure flashed before Lin Xing's eyes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be that person who was obsessed with Xiao Qiang. Unafraid of what others might say about her being infatuated or whatever, she couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, it's Xiao Qiang!" At the same time, she pointed at him with her index finger.

  Luckily there weren't many people around at that time, otherwise they would have thought she was a madwoman, must have watched too many of Stephen Chow's movies, like the indestructible Little Strong.

  "What's wrong with you, isn't he just Qi Fanqiang from our class? Always keeping his head down and only looking up occasionally, what's so special about him!" Yang Yifan looked at the person beside her with a strange gaze, wishing she didn't know this crazy ponytail girl.

  "Oh!"

  Although Lin Xing also wanted to ask in person about his story whether it was true or not, his back figure suddenly disappeared thoroughly from his eyes.

  But Lin Xing was even more afraid that Xiao Qiang would acknowledge this fact, because it would hurt his self-esteem. Lin Xing not only felt sorry for himself, but also pitied this love story with no ending.

  Yang Yifan handled things quickly, without any hesitation or dragging his feet. He was like a man who had made up his mind. Lin Xing was still thinking about the matter with Xiao Qiang when he heard Yang Yifan say, "Let's go!"

  "It seems you're out of luck today, the uncle we were counting on didn't show up!" Yang Yifan pouted, feeling as if she was the one who had been wronged.

  As for what she said about that uncle, Lin Xing was also unaware. If it were a person with awareness, they would ask "What uncle?" Lin Xing was the same.

  I knew Lin Xing was going to ask that, so Yang Yifan started explaining before she even finished asking: "This old man is really something, he loves standing in the crowded corners of the school during winter and checking out beautiful girls!"

  "How cheap!" Lin Xing said.

  Seeing this reaction, Yang Yifan knew he had misinterpreted it and corrected himself: "Of course, what he wants to do is not just that much, he's doing business here!"

  "Why go to places with lots of people? Or places with many beautiful women?" Lin Xing's brain was like that, for such a small matter he would ask ten thousand whys.

  Yang Yifeng continued: "You're stupid! How can you do business with so few people? It's romantic to have many beauties, you really are ignorant despite having a lot of hair!"

  Facing Yang Yifan's torture, Lin Xing has always been stubborn. At least for now, she is not her opponent, so she directly compromised and said: "Okay, I admit that my IQ is not as high as yours. Then tell me why having more beautiful women is more romantic when there are already many people? What business does he do?"

  "Selling sugar gourds, right there!" Yang Yifan said casually, but when he mentioned sugar gourds, he clearly saw sand entering Lin Xing's eyes, and his spirit suddenly became steady, recalling the sugar gourd that Xiao Feng's uncle had given him at the train station, but now where was Xiao Feng.

  Yang Yifan saw the old man he was talking about in front of him and walked straight over.

  "Didn't you say he wasn't coming today?" "I was just kidding!"