Chapter 38

Chapter 39: Crisis

In the afternoon, when Zhao Heng returned to the dormitory, he didn't see the two of them. While he was making instant noodles, he sent messages to both of them. Just as he was about to stab the noodles with his fork, the two appeared. Qiao Fatso was holding two lunch boxes and shouted loudly, "Brother Heng, don't eat instant noodles, they're harmful to your health! Come on."

"Eat squab, the best squab. I also packed a box of white rice for you."

Zhao Heng was slightly stunned, "Harmful?"

Qiao Fatso threw a newspaper in front of Zhao Heng and pointed to a news article, "I saw this news this morning. That damned South Korea added a carcinogenic toxin to their instant noodles to make them taste better and crunchier. Damn! I ate three packets last night."

While Qiao Fatso was cursing South Korea, Zhao Heng indeed saw that the instant noodles in his hand had been sealed and investigated by China. He quickly threw them aside. Qiao Fatso, who had a deep expression of poisoning, opened the two lunch boxes and pushed them over. A golden squab and a box of white rice soon appeared in front of Zhao Heng.

The squab emitted an enticing aroma. Qiao Fatso patted his already full belly and laughed, "Song Qingguan and I have already eaten, so all this food is yours. Enjoy it slowly, I'm going to bed! Oh, I spent a lot of energy today."

Song Qingguan looked at him with a bad temper.

Qiao Fatso put his hands on his hips and climbed onto the bed. After lying down, he crossed his legs and hummed a Jiangnan tune, looking very spirited. Zhao Heng, who was still in a daze, picked up a squab leg and asked, "Qiao Fatso, you're in such a good mood today? Did you find money on the road?"

Then he frowned slightly, remembering the most important point, "Why did you go out again? And you took Song Qingguan with you? Song Shijie left in a fit of anger that night and won't let it go. If deception fails, he and Zhang Ningyan might resort to violence. Aren't you afraid of involving Qingguan?"

"Boss, calm down!"

Hearing Zhao Heng's concern, Qiao Fatso thought for a moment and decided to be honest with Zhao Heng. When Song Qingguan shrugged, Qiao Fatso laughed, "Actually, we didn't go out to buy clothes. We just had a meal at the school's faculty and student restaurant. Nothing will happen on school grounds."

Zhao Heng took a bite of the squab, "Had a meal at the restaurant? So smoothly? Did you really find money?"

"Found a beauty."

Qiao Fatso whistled and replied with a light laugh, "That beauty challenged me to a chess match this morning. I won three games, and she invited me to a meal. I beat her so thoroughly in chess, Go, and Gomoku that she was utterly impressed and came to meet me at school."

He turned his head to look at Zhao Heng, a satisfied smile on his face, "She treated me to eight dishes and a soup, all top-notch delicacies. Of course, as a man, I couldn't let a woman pay for my meal, so I settled the bill. Over 800 yuan, quite generous, right? She must be a rich second generation."

"Generous? I was the generous one!"

Song Qingguan, who had been silent, couldn't listen anymore. He pointed at Qiao Fatso and revealed the truth, "This guy took me to meet the beauty but made me eat fast food at a neighboring table. He even asked me for money to pay the bill. The only redeeming quality was that he brought back the squab and white rice."

Zhao Heng paused, looking at the squab, "Is this what you left over?"

"Boss, absolutely not!"

Qiao Fatso sat up from the bed, causing the frame to shake. He waved his hands and explained to Zhao Heng, "We didn't touch this squab. The beauty doesn't like meat much, she eats things like lilies and celery. I was too full to eat more. There were too many good dishes on the table."

"Whole roasted chicken, a bowl of Dongpo pork, a plate of kidney slices..."

Qiao Fatso's expression was like he was lamenting the unfairness of life. Song Qingguan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, shouting, "Bastard, you didn't even bring a few dishes over. I had to eat fish-flavored eggplant rice, without even a bit of meat, and then pay the bill. I was about to expose your tricks to the beauty."

"Expose?"

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes, "What tricks did Fatso use to charm her?"

"Song..."

Song Qingguan was about to respond but was stopped by Qiao Fatso's pleading gaze. Softening, he pointed at Qiao Fatso and said, "Brother Heng, ask the fatso directly." Then Song Qingguan hummed a few times, "Fatso, I advise you to be honest. If you're caught, you'll be seen as a liar."

Zhao Heng looked at Qiao Fatso, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Qiao Fatso scratched his big head and replied with a sheepish smile, "I was just too sweet-talking, charming the beauty like a conman. Don't worry, I promise not to do it again. Brother Heng, hurry up and eat before the food gets cold. Come on, start with the squab."

"It won't taste good if it gets cold!"

Zhao Heng knew he was dodging the question, but seeing that he didn't want to be honest, he didn't press further. Instead, he sat at the table and started eating this mediocre dinner. He glanced at Qiao Fatso, who was playing chess on a tablet, a smile unconsciously curling at the corners of his mouth. Clearly, Qiao Fatso was in a very good mood.

He shook his head, lowered his head to eat the white rice, and then looked up at Song Qingguan, saying, "Qingguan, don't follow Fatso around and cause trouble!"

Song Qingguan smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Boss, I'll keep an eye on him."

Qiao Fatso looked distressed, "Is it a crime to flirt? Boss, that girl is really something."

"Really? Let me see her sometime."

Zhao Heng stuffed a squab leg into his mouth and swallowed it with a crunch. Qiao Fatso, who didn't see the bones come out, was stunned for a moment before replying, "Boss, it's not that I don't want you to meet her, but you're too talented. If you two meet, she might fall in love with you at first sight."

"Wouldn't I, Qiao, be left single again? So, I can't let you two meet until I secure her."

"Spit!"

Song Qingguan, who was drinking tea, spat out the water on the spot. What a frank reason!

The next afternoon, Zhao Heng's dormitory was notified to go to the school's logistics office to collect their school uniforms. Since Qiao Fatso was accompanying Song Qingguan to pay the school fees, Zhao Heng went to the office alone and waited in line for two hours to carry back the summer and spring uniforms. He had just divided them into three parts when the phone rang.

"Brother Heng, Fatso is in trouble!"

Zhao Heng heard Song Qingguan's shout, "No, he's disgraced."

Song Qingguan's voice was a mix of anxiety and helplessness. If Zhao Heng hadn't detected any urgency or danger, he would have thought Qiao Fatso had been chopped into pieces by the Qing gang. He calmed himself and asked, "Qingguan, don't panic. What happened? What's wrong with Fatso?"

"Fatso... forget it, Boss, come to Huanghai Bar."

Song Qingguan wanted to say something but swallowed it back. Zhao Heng could sense his anxiety and didn't waste time. He grabbed a jacket and left the dormitory. He didn't know what had happened to Qiao Fatso, but as a dorm mate, he had a duty to help. Besides, the three of them were good friends.

Zhao Heng quickly left the dormitory building and walked briskly toward the university gate. He also sent a text message to Jiang Changlong, always needing a backup plan. Soon, Jiang Changlong replied. Zhao Heng scanned the message and couldn't help but laugh and cry at Qiao Fatso's situation:

That bastard, he got into trouble while flirting.

Just as Zhao Heng rushed out of the school gate, a person from a nearby shop stepped out and made a phone call:

"Brother Feihu, that guy is out of the school gate."

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