Free Web NovelChapter 430: Chapter 339: Did Cake King Fang Appear?
"Damn it, your mom, the night hag, grabs a pitchfork and stabs everywhere!
"Your dad, Batman, flies in the sky and crawls on the ground!
"Your grandma, the commando, grabs a rod and snatches everywhere!
"Your grandpa, the fly swatter, swats till your kid’s brain bleeds!"
A kid chased another one past, followed by a seller hawking baked yams.
"Buy yams, strong iron stick yams, perfect for stewing with chicken, duck or pork trotters, good for the liver, kidneys, and brain! Kids eat them and ace their college entrance exams, beauties eat them and don’t need face masks, and the elderly eat them and ride motorcycles."
"Buy watermelons, sweet as sand, melting into slag, so sweet you’ll pick at your teeth, so sweet you’ll pick at them!"
"Take a good look, watch as I go, if you want to buy or sell, I’ve got it here, last day of clearance, come again tomorrow, see which son of a turtle is still around!"
Well, this is Chengdu.
A place where everyone wants to go for postgraduate studies.
Here, rhymes are often fierce as hell with lines upon lines.
Fang Huai looked at the sunset and pondered what to do next.
It was hard to buy flight tickets these days. Online booking had just started this year, and when he got to the airport, he saw a long line at the ticket counter, so he took a taxi to a nearby internet café to purchase one instead.
Luckily, it was a workday, so tickets weren’t tight, and Fang Huai often used bank cards to buy game credits in his past life. The debit card his parents had given him had internet banking, or else he might have had to take the train today.
After arriving, finding a hotel to drop off his luggage took half the day, and he didn’t get here until lunchtime.
The entrance to the Sichuan Music Wuhou Campus was bustling.
Lots of luxury cars, too, mostly young show-offs waiting by the door. The capable older men didn’t wait; they arrived on time for the dinner date, picked up their company, and left.
All that can be said is, in front of every major art college, there are some who wish to be free taxi drivers.
Fortunately, these cars could only wait at the entrance. Otherwise, Fang Huai would probably have to think about sponsoring some money to help the school fix their gate.
And those who waited aimlessly seldom got lucky. Some cars, with slightly faded paint at the front, were obviously long-term employees of rental companies used for wedding receptions.
There could be a scene where a girl encounters her scumbag ex’s car by the roadside, splattered with paint, only to find out the driver is a stranger.
Fang Huai had planned to stroll around the campus before looking for Brother Yang.
But man, you really, really shouldn’t say anything—the college, just as Brother Yang described, had nothing interesting to see. Merely by stepping back from the school gate, he could almost see the entire campus panorama.
The Wuhou campus lives up to its name for occupying an area with just a step. While booking the flight ticket online, Fang Huai checked, and the Sichuan Conservatory of Music campus covered more than 1200 acres. The font was bold and big, but right underneath was a smaller line: Wuhou campus (main) spans over 120 acres.
The main campus didn’t even make up the change.
Fang Huai was somewhat nervous.
A mere high school solider couldn’t have imagined he would have any connection with a university.
And now, I’m a son-in-law of Sichuan Conservatory of Music.
They didn’t even issue me a university son-in-law card.
However, dressed in civilian clothes, he looked no different from the students entering the campus, and it seemed no one was being stopped. With or without a card, it didn’t matter anymore.
Thinking this, Fang Huai followed leisurely behind a guy crossing the street to enter the school gate.
"Hey, hey, stand still!" A middle-aged security guard in his forties or fifties shouted.
Fang Huai didn’t glance aside.
Definitely not yelling at me, must be the three-wheeler behind me.
"Young man, stand still! Can’t you hear me? The one with the crop cut!"
This time, Fang Huai couldn’t hold back and turned around.
"Uncle, this is called a buzz cut! What crop cut? Don’t talk nonsense!"
"Who’s an uncle?" The security guard was ready to argue, even reaching to touch the rough black stubble on his face.
Fang Huai also touched his buzz cut, which the hairdresser had once complimented.
The two men stared down each other, pride on the line.
"Which unit are you from?" Eventually, the security guard with more authority asked.
Fang Huai felt a bit guilty and didn’t dare to lie, fearing it would backfire.
"Er, next door, Fire Brigade!"
The guard looked around: "Which next door?"
Fang Huai: ...
...
In the security room.
Fang Huai, slightly speechless, presented his Soldier Card to register.
With a cup of tea in hand, the guard smacked his lips, "Tsk tsk! I knew it, you walk with such an upright torso, clearly not a student! Perfect military posture, that’s great!
But your ’next door,’ is quite a long way off, isn’t it!"
Fang Huai replied in frustration, "How is it not next door? Just last month during the earthquake I came to assist! Only took eight or nine hours by car to Chengdu!"
"Eh!" The guard set down his tea cup: "Why didn’t you say so sooner? Your book, the red book for the earthquake, brought it with you?"
Fang Huai paused for a moment, then it struck him that the guard was probably referring to the commemorative certificate for participating in disaster relief.
"Why would I carry that thing everywhere?"
"Tsk, you show that certificate, anywhere in Sichuan, you’re welcome! Free entry to scenic spots! No one will stop you! Alright, you’re good to go! No need to register! Go on in!"
Saying this, the guard reached into his pocket and offered Fang Huai a cigarette.
Fang Huai wanted to refuse, but seeing that it was a five-yuan pack of Hongtashan, he accepted it.
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"Thanks!" Fang Huai waved his hand.
The guard insisted, "Next time you come to Sichuan, bring the certificate! It’s useful everywhere!"
Fang Huai just smiled and didn’t respond.
The people of Sichuan remember the kindness and think about repaying it, but when the time actually comes, no one really wants them to repay it.
After taking a hit at the entrance, Fang Huai tried to act more casual, but he couldn’t help "straightening up" again after a few steps.
The Sichuan Conservatory of Music was indeed small; Fang Huai’s high school had over 300 acres, so this 120-acre area was obviously limited.
If that cigarette in his hand were lit, it could last him a whole round.
However, after circling around Shang Mei Garden (girls’ dormitory) and the cafeteria twice, he still hadn’t seen her.
Left with no choice, he took out his cell phone and made a call to Brother Yang, when he suddenly noticed a girl surrounded by a group of admirers, heading toward the girls’ dormitory.
Yang Shaoqing seemed to have an event today; she wore a knee-length white dress and high heels, making the girls beside her—who were also over 1.6 meters tall—seem quite short in comparison.
He quickly hung up the phone and followed her with a big grin on his face.
Yang Shaoqing slowed her pace when she picked up her vibrating phone.
The girl beside her leaned in to take a look.
"Yo, yo, yo, your vampire boyfriend who only appears at sunset is actually showing up! Has he found his daylight ring?"
The previously gentle and graceful Yang Shaoqing became anxious upon hearing this.
"No way! He also calls at noon, okay!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, right, right, the hero soldier must not be slandered! Today, finally, amidst the vast sea of fire, he has made a comfort call to our little Shaoqing. ’Shaoqing, are you okay? I’m really busy~ But I will make time to think of you~’"
The girl raised her hands, performing as if reciting poetry.
At this, four or five other girls also erupted with artistic enthusiasm, covering their chests with impassioned expressions.
"Ah, my dear hero, don’t worry about me. I will wait for you atop the Tanggula Mountain, at the edge of the Bohai Sea!"
"No, my love, I don’t want you to wait there for me. The mountain winds of Tanggula will dry your eyes, and the waves of the Bohai will erode your skin. Just wait for me in the treehouse I built for you in Xishuangbanna! Wait until the sea dries up, until the rocks crumble, until there are no more disasters in our motherland, then I will come to marry you!"
Fang Huai’s face twitched as he listened.
Insult after insult, isn’t this just saying I’m the Cake King?
Yang Shaoqing was already upset and was about to engage in a duel to the death with one of the ringleaders when a voice came from behind.
"Oh, my God, this is simply shocking, a bunch of arrogant girls, stop your rude behavior, it’s so impolite. Oh, my God, you really are a bunch of... stupid moles."
That accent, without ten years of movie-watching experience, you couldn’t replicate such an annoying tone.
Fang Huai really wanted to curse, but considering they might be Yang Shaoqing’s close friends, he used a more civilized approach.
Yang Shaoqing turned around, looking stunned.
Student Yang today, with skin as white as if brushed by snow, when she spotted Fang Huai, the stars in her big Kara eyes sparkled and flashed, yet she adorably blinked, seemingly uncertain.
He, he, he, just a moment ago, she really hoped he would appear.
The girls nearby, confirming Fang Huai was staring at them, quickly pulled Yang Shaoqing backward, as a defense against a pervert.
"Who are you? From which department are you?"
"You’re the stupid mole! Eavesdropping on people’s conversations, pervert!"
Fang Huai chuckled and said, "Just now it was ’dear hero,’ and now it’s ’pervert.’ Your aesthetic changes so quickly."
The bright figure suddenly pounced on him, not even calling his name.
Just go for it without asking.
"Hey, hey, the dress!" As Fang Huai caught Yang Shaoqing, he felt some pain underfoot, but he hastily reached out to cover the hem of her dress.
Damn, he thought too much; there were safety shorts underneath.
"You stinky turtle! Why are you here?"
Yang Shaoqing’s words were tinged with the threat of tears, and she didn’t seem prepared to let him answer, burying her head and planting a kiss on Fang Huai’s shoulder with her puffy little mouth.
Fang Huai sucked in a breath and held back from yelling.
Now, the pain in his foot seemed to fade away.
Feeling Yang Shaoqing’s face buried in his shoulder growing moist, he felt grateful at that moment that he had thrown away the blue slip of paper.
If Brother Yang found out he had been guzzling beer in Chongqing, it would be a life-or-death situation.
Unaware? Impossible.
Friendship is a circle.
These days, everyone has cameras on their phones; it’s possible she saw his photo from someone’s QQ Space.
Too bad his friends didn’t know that the goddess they probably dreamt of was in his arms.
"So you’re the vampire?!"
Holding Yang Shaoqing, whose long legs seemed even longer than his life, Fang Huai saw the shocked yet envious look of a guy passing by. He felt quite gleeful and decided not to make a fuss.
"If you guys unload those gas cans from your mouths, I’ll treat you to a meal."
After saying that and seeing their lack of reaction, he added:
"Anything expensive, just name it."
Actually, getting stars in a girl’s eyes isn’t hard at all.
All the girls present now had them.
The girls were still a bit wary and stated their conditions first.
"I want to eat hot pot!"
Fang Huai replied with a smile, "That’s all?"
"Beef steak, French meal!"
Fang Huai still kept his smile, "That’s all?"
"Japanese food! A new Japanese buffet just opened; it’s really expensive! Over 300 per person!"
Fang Huai leaned back, looking at Yang Shaoqing.
"What do you want to eat?"
Yang Shaoqing, still clinging to Fang Huai without letting go, had started to devour his shoulder.
"Let’s go for a spicy hot pot then," Fang Huai decided.
"Tsk... no sincerity!" The girls united in their disdain.
Fang Huai laughed, "Beef steak as the appetizer, Japanese food for the main course, and spicy hot pot for supper. Today, I must completely shut your mouths."
The artists across from him, true to form, immediately changed faces.
"Yay!!"
