On the first day of sharing an apartment, Zhao Meiqi, the aloof campus belle everyone knew, pointed at my game console and ordered, “Throw it out. I don’t want your bad habits affecting my chances of getting into Tsinghua.”
I said nothing. I quietly went into the kitchen and made a bowl of tomato-braised beef brisket.
Later, she cried as she declared it was the best thing she’d eaten since starting her final year of high school, all while snatching my game controller.
“I’ll play for you,” she said, cheeks flushed, her gaze unusually determined. “But from now on, you have to cook for me every day.”
Later still, the school forum exploded after someone snapped a photo of the icy campus belle, eyes red, grabbing the last bottle of my favorite cola from the school shop.
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