"Nine o'clock already...
"Only nine...
"Ten o'clock already...
"Only ten..."
Zhang Suannai lay on the sofa with her feet raised high, admiring her pretty toes. Every so often, she lifted her left hand and glanced sideways at her watch. She wondered if she should leave at eleven and cycle over. She could arrive by eleven twenty.
Then she could look at Ning Qing's garden. She had heard the flowers were blooming.
She could play with Xiaoxiao for a while, too.
She could also watch how those two got along day to day and see that Chen fellow, such a devoted lapdog, get the cold shoulder from the aloof goddess Qingqing. Just imagining that fool who was always getting under her skin in the group chat being ignored by Qingqing again and again made her happy. It was as though some of her own irritation would fade away.
But eleven was still an hour away.
Oh, right—
It would take five minutes just to get downstairs.
So she would leave at ten fifty-five!
Ah, finding a shared bicycle would take time, too. Better make it five minutes earlier!
Something might hold her up on the way...
Another five minutes earlier, then.
Ah, that was it—
Zhang Suannai took out her phone and opened Feixin.
Zhang Suannai: How about I buy you a cake?
Zhang Suannai: /hello hello hello
Zhang Suannai: Emergency call
Ning Qing: Chen Shu bought one
Zhang Suannai: Should I bring anything, then? When people have birthdays, everyone gives them presents. What do you want?
Zhang Suannai: Just say it. Don't be shy. I made some money at the Hunting Festival
Ning Qing: Nothing
Zhang Suannai: Your motorcycle looks way too small. You look ridiculous riding it. How about I give you a motorcycle?
Ning Qing: I hate presents