Chapter 173 - But I’m Not Thinking About You, I’m just Thinking About Breakfast (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Luosang stayed silent for a while, then smiled and said, “If it’s happening at your place, I can host it for you. But if you’re going to a grand hotel, I don’t think I can do it. I’m not a professional after all. You can’t blame me if anything goes wrong.”

“Aren’t you going to host the Christmas show? Just think of it as a practice,” Ye Chun smilingly took out a pad of paper from her bag.

“That’s…” said Luosang.

“The script of a musical. I’m starring in the musical that our department will stage at the Christmas show,” said Ye Chuen.

Luosang pressed her lips together without saying anything. Ye Chuen was not as good as Yan Su in many aspects, yet she became one of the leading actors of the musical. Sometimes, backgrounds could mean everything. Fortunately, the broadcasting department wasn’t as compet.i.tive as the music and acting department.

But still, Luosang couldn’t accept all of this. Ye Chuen had been signed as a singer and was releasing her first alb.u.m, while Yan Su hadn’t even gotten a chance yet. Why didn’t Ye Chuen share a little bit more of her opportunity at the Christmas show?

…

The next morning, Luosang waited in a line for breakfast in the canteen. What she liked the most about her university was their rich breakfast. Sometimes, the people who lived nearby would sneak in to buy breakfast there.

As she was thinking about what to eat for breakfast, her phone rang.

She answered the call and asked, “Who’s calling?”

“Haven’t you saved my number yet?” A man’s grumpy voice was heard from the phone.

Luosang recognized that voice, and hurriedly explained, “You didn’t tell me your number. You just added me on WeChat.”

“I didn’t?” The grumpy voice became cold. “Then why do I remember calling you at the beach last time? Didn’t you keep my number?”

Luosang didn’t know what to say.

“Never mind. Back at that time, you probably didn’t think that I’d be generous enough to forgive you for what you did,” Nian Junting continued. “Save my number now, and memorize it.”