603 Motorcycle Riders (1/2)
Chapter 603: Motorcycle Riders
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Like the frightened fish that narrowly escaped the net, Wang Qian and Li Kun escaped Binhai University. They were almost scared to death by the doorwomen of the girl's dormitory. Out of breath, they leaned against the wall of the building.
”Wang Qian, who was the passing deity that saved us?” Li Kun asked, hands resting on his knees.
”I know as much as you do.” Wang Qian shook his head. ”Luckily, we're still alive. We can't tell Master about this incident.”
”I know.” Li Kun nodded. If Master Zhang Zian knew how humiliating they looked right now, he'd hate them.
Wang Qian counted the cards in his hands. ”I still have over 300 cards. How many do you have?”
”Over 200,” Li Kun answered. ”If we go to other places, we'll be able to finish.”
Wang Qian's stomach sang. ”I'm hungry after all that running. Are you hungry?” Wang Qian said, rubbing his stomach.
”Yes. Do you want to buy something at the night market nearby?” Li Kun wasn't hungry, but he thought he should eat something to suppress his shock.
The catering business near the school always prospered. Every night, peddlers would push their carts to sell snacks there. The hygienic conditions of the snacks were unclear, but they were cheap.
When Wang Qian and Li Kun played online games with their roommates, the rule was that whoever became a liability in the game must go to the market to buy snacks for the whole dorm. Both Wang Qian and Li Kun had become quite familiar with the market.
Tonight, the market seemed much more deserted than usual, perhaps because most of the students left campus for the break. There were only a few carts in the alley. Under the bright lights, several college students were eating snacks.
When Wang Qian and Li Kun arrived, they felt relieved. Despite the curious gaze of onlookers, they overtly stuck the cards on walls and telephone poles.
When they walked by a stand selling Malatang, the spicy aromas stopped them. They sat down, selecting their favorite vegetables and meat.
The vendor removed the ingredients Wang Qian and Li Kun selected from the bamboo sticks and put them into the boiling hot soup. The different ingredients floating around in the soup made Wang Qian and Li Kun drool.
Once the Malatang was ready, the stand owner served a large bowl for each of them. The green vegetables, the pink crab sticks and sausages, the white quail eggs and fish balls, the yellow tofu, and the translucent vermicelli in the soup looked very appetizing.
Silently, Wang Qian and Li Kun broke apart the chopsticks apart, stirred the bowls a few times to dissipate the heat, and started to eat.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle was heard from not far away. A sharp female voice cried instantly, ”Catch the bag robber!”
Wang Qian and Li Kun shuddered, thinking that the doorwomen had caught up with them. The vermicelli that had almost reached their mouths dropped back into their bowls, and the soup almost splashed on their clothes.