My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister - Chapter 95 - 69: Height 155cm, Alright, an Older Girl from Neon Country
Chapter 95: Chapter 69: Height 155cm, Alright, an Older Girl from Neon Country
Discipline.
Great discipline often begins with a morning run.
Throughout history, many god-like figures have stuck to a lifetime of morning runs.
During class, Chen Yuan would often listen to his old professor ramble on about his generation. Back when technology wasn’t so advanced, they truly held the dream of studying for the rise of their nation.
They would often follow their advisor, conducting research late into the night, sleep for just four or five hours, and then get up at six in the morning to run until they were drenched in sweat.
Then they’d head to the cafeteria for a hearty meal, stuffing themselves with five or six large steamed buns until they were full.
After completing this smooth routine, they could battle it out in the lab all day without feeling tired.
When they walked out of the lab, the night sky would be full of stars, yet they’d still be full of energy, talking animatedly on their way back to the dorms.
When the old professor spoke of these things, his wrinkled face would fill with reminiscence, as if he were dreaming of his youth.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t run anymore. He could only take slow strolls in the morning and evening. Of the colleagues who once fought alongside him in the lab, half were six feet under, and the other half were in nursing homes.
He was the youngest of them and refused to retire, insisting on continuing to teach at Landa University, hoping to cultivate more talent to serve the country.
Chen Yuan was always moved whenever he heard the professor tell similar stories, even though they were always mentioned in fragmented bits and pieces, a line here or there during a lecture.
The old professor also mentioned that his advisor’s advisor once had some connection with Oppenheimer, though who knows if it was true.
In any case, it always drew gasps of amazement from the classroom whenever he said it.
After running five kilometers around the streets for his morning run, Chen Yuan found his appetite had expanded infinitely by the time he sat down to eat. He felt like he could eat a whole cow.
He sat alone in a Mingfu Soup Dumplings shop. He picked up a thin-skinned dumpling, and with a slight squeeze, the soup inside threatened to burst out.
He bit a small hole in it and slurped out the broth.
He then placed the now-deflated dumpling into a small saucer of dipping sauce he had prepared and rolled it around.
The glossy skin of the dumpling was instantly coated in a vibrant red chili oil.
He popped it into his mouth. The sour, spicy, and savory flavors instantly mixed and mingled, and the grease slicked his lips.
The feeling was absolutely incredible.
Chen Yuan had loved eating dumplings this way since he was a little kid. He was from a small, backwater city in the north where morning meals weren’t so particular. On weekends when he had no class, his dad would wake him up, and they’d head out from the school.
They’d find a random breakfast stall, wipe down a table so greasy it shined, grab a small plate of pickled vegetables, and mix some black vinegar and chili peppers to use as a dipping sauce.
Over time, it became a habit.
When they ate in the cafeteria, his roommates picked it up too. Now, they had to have this dipping sauce on the table every time.
Chen Yuan ate the dumplings one by one, his lips turning red. The spicier it got, the bigger his appetite grew. He was completely oblivious to the petite girl at the table in front of him, who had turned around and was staring at him intently.
“Huh~”
The little girl had only meant to take a casual glance, but her eyes lingered on Chen Yuan’s face. She stopped chewing her own dumpling, her left cheek puffed out as she stared, stunned.
She had probably never seen a guy with this kind of style in real life before.
She couldn’t help but sneak a few more peeks, looking him up and down. After coming back to her senses, she started chewing again.
’He’s pretty handsome!’
’But you can’t live on good looks.’
Compared to a handsome guy unexpectedly showing up at the same dumpling shop, eating was, of course, far more important.
The girl in over-the-knee socks thought to herself, intending to turn back around. She wanted to savor the taste of “Good Chinese Cuisine” as much as possible before she got full. It wasn’t every day she got to come here…
’Wait!’
The girl’s gaze suddenly focused, locking onto the thin-skinned little dumpling held in Chen Yuan’s chopsticks. A drop of red chili oil dripped from it, then another.
At the same time, a sharp, acidic aroma that could make anyone’s mouth water drifted over to her, carried by the movement of people in the aisle.
The girl wrinkled her nose slightly and took a deep sniff.
SLURP—
Her mouth couldn’t help but start producing a copious amount of saliva. GULP. She swallowed hard.
“That smell… is so weird.”
Without blinking, the girl stared at Chen Yuan as he chewed. Her cherry-like lips slowly parted, her expression slack-jawed. She just stared blankly like that for a full thirty seconds.
She watched him eat two or three more dumplings.
A glistening line of drool trickled slowly from the corner of her mouth, but the girl, with her vacant eyes, was completely unaware.
Her pupils reflected only one thing: a thin-skinned, glossy dumpling, completely drenched in chili oil…
Chen Yuan felt his mouth couldn’t handle the spice anymore. He quickly picked up his spoon, scooped up some preserved egg and pork congee, blew on it a few times, and put it in his mouth.
Only after swallowing the food in his mouth did he raise his head.
But then he jumped in alarm. Before him was a cute little girl with wide eyes, drool running down her chin, and the look of a total creep.
She was just staring straight at him, without a shred of subtlety.
Chen Yuan almost choked in shock. He swallowed hard.
He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on with this girl… and then realized that yes, she was definitely staring at him.
’Man…’ Chen Yuan had never experienced such a completely shameless, creepy stare before. He frowned as he looked at the drool on the corner of her mouth and couldn’t help but cringe so hard his toes curled.
’Ew! That look is so pervy…’
“Tsukimi, are you full yet? I’m about done!” a girl in a school uniform said, putting down the half-eaten dumpling in her hand. She let out a long sigh, too stuffed to have any desire to eat more.
The girl did not respond to the question from behind her.
She just continued to stare blankly at Chen Yuan.
“I’m going to pay. Let’s hurry back so we don’t get nagged.”
