Chapter 162: Childhood sweetheart and a girl from heaven? Straight men and homophobia! (9)
Childhood sweetheart and a lover who falls from the sky? Straight men and homophobia! (Part 9)
Looking for Lance?
Song Ning subconsciously wanted to nod, but his eyes suddenly swept over the girl's shy look.
He asked back, "Do you have anything to do with him?"
He shouldn't have asked that. Song Ning regretted it the moment he said it.
This was Lance's private matter and he had no right to interfere.
The girl was a little surprised, but seemed to be more courageous facing Song Ning, a stranger.
Her face was slightly red, which matched the peach blossom makeup on her face.
"Actually, I saw you and Lan Shen coming to have breakfast together. I just wanted to trouble you to give this to him for me, okay?"
A fruit pink envelope with a candy scent.
Song Ning was not particularly surprised, but his mood was very complicated.
He glanced at the girl in front of him again.
She is not tall, but petite and cute, with a very spring-like makeup. She should be the most popular type among boys.
Do you like Lance, such a cute and beautiful girl?
A hazy picture pieced together in his mind, and Song Ning couldn't help but feel depressed.
Very, a perfect match. The tall figure and the petite figure in his mind were put together, and Song Ning couldn't say against his will that they were not a perfect match.
So, will there be such a cute girl by Lance's side sooner or later?
"Since you have seen him, why don't you give it to him yourself?"
Song Ning forced himself to maintain a smile on his face, looking a little confused.
In his opinion, the girl's chances of winning should be great.
Even if they disagree, I guess no boy would reject such a cute and sweet girl.
The girl was also surprised, but she lowered her voice.
"Because Lan Shen is so outstanding, I think he will definitely reject me."
She scratched her ear a little embarrassedly. "If I get rejected in person, it would be so embarrassing if I was such a loser that I started crying."
She stuck out her tongue.
"So I left my WeChat number in there. If Blue God adds me, then there will be a chance. If not, then I will just cry in silence."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Ning embarrassedly, "You are Song Ning, right? Can I ask you to do me a favor? I will treat you to a meal next time to repay you, okay?"
Song Ning found it hard to refuse.
He couldn't tell what his mood was or what he was thinking, but when Lance came back with two bowls of wontons, he immediately saw the fragrant envelope on the table.
"Ningshen is so popular that someone confessed their love to you in just one breakfast?"
A storm suddenly formed in Lance's eyes, but it was concealed by his casual look.
He even considerately pushed a smaller bowl in front of Song Ning, "This is a medium bowl of fresh meat. I asked him to put some chopped green onions in it. Try it."
How did Lance know what I like?
Song Ning was puzzled again and gently pushed the envelope with his fingers.
"This, a junior schoolmate asked me to pass it to you."
The storm suddenly subsided.
Lance looked at the envelope in surprise, "Mine?"
Song Ning nodded, seemingly calm as he lowered his head and took a sip of soup, but in fact his eyes were always paying attention to Lance's expression.
"She's a very cute, petite and sweet school girl. I wonder if she's your type."
"That's definitely not the case. I can only say sorry to my junior sister."
Lance no longer cared about the envelope and pushed another plate of small dishes in front of Song Ning.
"Just drinking the soup won't satisfy your hunger. If the wontons are still hot, try the side dishes. They're free but they taste pretty good."
Song Ning felt inexplicably relieved.
He took a bite of the refreshing, crispy and sweet side dish, but his mind was concerned with another issue.
Why was Lance so sure he didn't like it?
Does Lance have a fixed ideal type?
He took another bite of the side dish and couldn't help but ask.
"Ideal type? If you ask me that, maybe there is one, right?"
Lance ate two wontons in one bite and glanced at the person in front of him who was staring at him with burning eyes.
"For example, the sparkly, ahem, sparkly type."
sparkling with light?
What kind of ideal type is this?
Song Ning racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He could only stare at the scalding hot wontons in confusion.
"What about our Ning Shen? You praised the girl just now so much, is that your ideal type?"
Lance threw the question back.
Song Ning shook his head subconsciously.
"I do not like……"
girl.
He stopped talking dangerously, his face pale.
The wontons in the spoon fell down, and a few drops of soup splashed on his chin, but Song Ning did not notice.
My heartbeat seemed to be in slow motion, and a feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over me.
Song Ning felt as if the world was spinning, his vision suddenly became blurred, his mind was no longer clear and only one thought remained.
Why does he think so?
Could it be that what those people said was actually correct, and he really is a gay?
"Ning Ning!"
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"It's not a big problem. This student doesn't like to eat breakfast, right? You said you were just about to have breakfast, so it was a little late and he had hypoglycemia."
"So when will he wake up?"
"It's just a slight faint. He will probably wake up soon. Take him to finish his breakfast. There are some candies on my table. You can give him some to eat."
"OK, thanks."
The curtain was drawn, and Song Ning's dull eyes met Lance's worried look as he leaned over.
"you're awake."
Lance breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up helplessly and leaned against the bed rails.
"How can someone get so close to breakfast and end up having hypoglycemia first, huh?"
Song Ning's memory gradually returned and his lips turned pale.
"Sorry, I didn't expect..."
"I don't mean to ask you to apologize."
Lance strode forward, ruffling his neatly-knit hair with his hands.
"Next time, if you feel something is wrong, you must speak up. Do you know how worried I was that you would get burned by the wonton soup, huh?"
He was indeed frightened, but he hoped that the little prince would be okay.
"This is also my fault. I shouldn't have taken you on that run. If I had just taken you to have breakfast, nothing would have happened."
The movement must have increased the little prince's hunger, and he was to blame for that.
"How can I blame you?"
Song Ning became anxious. He stood up and explained anxiously.
"It's me who didn't take my body seriously enough, and it's obviously because of me..."
His eyes suddenly dodged.
It was obviously because he suddenly realized that he was actually just like what those people said, the person he liked was not a girl.
The words got stuck in his throat. Song Ning opened his mouth but didn't have the courage to speak.
He was afraid that once he said it, Lance would be like Lu Fengqian and avoid him like the plague because he liked the same sex.
"It's obviously not because of you. Everything was fine, but now it's you who's wrong."
Lance didn't ask any further questions, but instead jokingly brought up the issue.
He turned and walked a few steps away, then quickly came back.
A palm opened in front of Song Ning, and a few candies were sparkling in the palm.
"Have some candy. I'll take you to breakfast."
In an instant, Song Ning suddenly thought.
It turns out that his ideal type can also shine like this.